"Are you afraid?"
Her voice was steady, response immediate and practiced. She had repeated it over and over in her head until it was convincing enough to work. She’d wanted to be prepared for this very moment, the moment where she would do what she could to deceive herself.
She wasn’t afraid of him; regardless of what he was she knew who he was. She was afraid of everything else—the darkness impairing her vision and ability to predict his next move, the fear of what could possibly come next but what she feared most was what wouldn’t come next. He had such a talent with making her suffer, making her ache as he simply watched her body writhe and bend the way he wanted as her flesh screamed for him, begged for him.
Pride pressed cold lips against the soft curve of her neck to feel life throb and felt her body jolt and then shudder and it gave him a brush of satisfaction to know he had this affect, to know this is what he did to her and no one else could possibly capable of such a feat. And no one ever would. This body, this humanity belonged to him. In his mind she existed to be his, and he hers.
"Really?" he questioned in a gruff whisper, hands aching to touch, hands aching to grab hold and to possess. There was something about her that obliterated every ounce of control he managed to build. There was something about her gorgeous flesh, the curve her body, the very way she breathed that made him want. Every single thing about her made him crave and in place of the steady control was unfiltered desperation that he barely managed to contain. She was a weapon, a weapon that possessed every weakness that made him falter, that made the darkness lurch up and impinge on every sense and everything he felt made him mortal.
She made him a true monster; a beast bereft of every rational regard and judgement. He was left only with the carnal demands that scorched at his insides. His wants multiplied to dangerous levels and there was no possible way to restrain it.
Did she know that she had this effect on him? Did she know?
Do you know what you have done to me?
"Pride," a whimper and he could almost see the way her lips trembled, could almost see that innocent look in her eyes. The darkness hid everything, leaving them with only sound and feel.
He was afraid to touch her now, afraid he would take everything she had. His body seemed to vibrate, desperation coursing through his very veins and there was nothing he wanted more than to allow her nails to slide down, to break the skin and release everything that pulsed beneath.
His teeth raked up across her wild pulse to her soft chin and she whimpered. In the darkness there was nothing she could do but feel.
Pride’s mouth moved over hers then, breathing her in, inhaling the taste of her breath and he could no longer repress himself. The beast within him clawed at the walls, screaming deep within him only to be silenced by what she could give. Pride’s lips assaulted hers, taking everything she offered. Her mouth readily met the collision and his tongue moved slowly, relishing in her taste as he swallowed every breathy moan.
Just a kiss and she was in utter chaos. Her body felt tight, pulled to the point of snapping and she couldn’t take it. She needed, she hungered—just as much as he. She wanted to offer everything, wanting him to take everything she gave and more. She wanted him to take until she was raw and breathless; and he would. Pride would plunder every inch of his sweet victory, devouring his spoils.
But regardless of how much he touched and possessed her skin remained innocent in its heavenly glow and every time she touched him he felt his slate wiped clean. Her body was his refuge; his beginning and his ending, the answer to every prayer. God could not have created a more perfect creature.
"Pride, please…" her voice was hoarse; she had barely made a sound but yet it still felt as if she had been screaming this entire time. “Please," she begged as if she was a woman starved.
"Be a good girl," the gentle reprimand frustrated her and she reached out blindly to squeeze his shoulders to have something and she felt his body tense beneath needy fingertips. She wanted to touch she wanted to be touched. Her patience grew thin; unable to face the torture he so enjoyed to force her through.
Don’t you know that I need you?
He didn’t trust himself with her body in this state but his hands had a mind of their own, controlled by the darkness only she unleashed. They reached forward to grasp her hips to bring her body closer to his. A grunt escaped him when he felt her body, warm and perfect, against his. She fit against him like her body was meant to be there and no one could possibly convince him otherwise; they’d be dead before they managed to try.
"Mine," it was a rough whisper breathed against her ear and it caused a cry to escape her lips followed by a needy whimper. The sounds caused a smile and his cheek brushed against hers in an affectionate gesture.
"Yours," she replied; and just like that, the control he managed to reclaim snapped and his teeth and tongue claimed her neck, leaving marks from her jaw all the way to her collar bone. Dark purple kisses that would linger for weeks; his possession in a physical form. Pride’s fingertips roamed every inch of her naked flesh, intent on not leaving a single part of her untouched.
Every time he touched her it felt like new, every single time it felt new. It bewildered
him but he supposed it could only be characterized to the power her body had over him.
Her neck didn’t satisfy him and his mouth ventured down to trail fiery kisses along the curve of her breast and moving further down leaving seared flesh in it’s wake. He avoided very place she wanted kissed and it made her want to scream but her voice was gone and her body could only surrender to him and beg for a moment of mercy, a moment of pleasure—a hint of release from this constant anguish. He got to his knees and felt he should worship her.
His lips pressed to her belly button.
He was killing her only to bring her to life again.
Her skin hummed beneath his lips, body shaking as his lips continued to venture further down to her thigh and a noise escaped her that she couldn’t explain; something distressed, needy, desperate—a truly pathetic sound, something worse than begging.
Please. Please. Please.
It was a desperate chorus in her head.
Please. Please. Pl—-
A sharp cry escaped her as her hands reached down to grip at soft golden locks for dear life, as if letting go would cause her to spiral down a bottomless pit. His mouth surrounded her and her mind went blank before exploding into millions of blinding colors. Her legs trembled and she didn’t think she had the strength to continue standing when his mouth moved against every secret part of her to make her feel more pleasure than she ever thought possible. She cried as he spelled out the meaning of his love with his tongue in agonizingly slow motions.
It washed over her before she had the chance to try and stop it to further her enjoyment. Her body violently shuddered and she screamed. She barely felt his hands reach up to support her, to hold her as she rode the waves of pleasure, sinking into it and drowning. Her head span, breath escaping her in shaky pants. She didn’t think she could handle anything more but she wanted more, she wanted him. Her fists tugged at his hair as she felt him rise. His hands came around to hold the back of her thighs and he pulled her body up to align their hips and she felt him, hard and ready and she pitied the pain he put himself through to assure that she practically suffocated in the rapture of orgasm.
“Pride, Pride…” his name became her new mantra, escaping bruised lips in a desperate plea. As soon as she felt the mattress dip beneath her weight, her legs wrapped around him like a vice; not willing to let go until she had her fill and he had his. Her nails dug into his back as he buried his face in her neck to breathe her in. “Pride.”
There was no song more beautiful than his name slipping off her lips; nothing coaxed him more than the way it dripped off her tongue. God, he needed her. The wild need pulsated through his entire being, body aching with every slow and languid movement.
He wouldn’t take until he gave.
But hadn’t he given her enough? Yes, yes he had. He had given her enough and now it was his time to take. He placed a loving kiss over her jumping pulse before pressing into her. He slid into her, inch by agonizing inch—intent on torturing her even when his own sanity hung in the balance.
“Pride!” the desperate cry of his name and he pushed inside her, filling her utterly and completely.
Pride had been to heaven countless times, he had been in heaven every time he was inside her. She squeezed him with every part of her body; her hands, her thighs and the wet heat he fit so perfectly inside.
He was meant to be here. He was meant to be inside her. He was meant to be with her for all eternity.
His breath was a rough pant in her ear as he moved his hips, pushing inside and hitting that elusive spot within her and earning a melodic scream every single time. Pride littered her face with kisses before her mouth claimed his in an impecunious kiss. She felt she’ddie if he didn’t kiss her, if he didn’t breathe the life back into her. His taste, the feel of his body, the feel of him inside overwhelmed her until she was no longer capable of intelligent thought. But had there ever been a moment where she was?
They were one now, in the darkness they were a single entity. They had no obligation to anyone but each other. They belonged like this, belonged together for as long as they both would live. The darkness was its own world where nothing else mattered and nothing else existed. Time meant nothing, rules meant nothing and the earth stopped turning just for them; just so they could have this moment, so they could have each other.
He kissed away every gasp and moan, taking them greedily for himself as he tasted her pleasure on her tongue and he felt her body tense and twist beneath him.
“Wait for me, Winry,” he whispered against hot skin. She gave a small whine, uncertain whether she could achieve that control. Her body wanted her to jump, to feel that pleasure once more but she would wait.
The movement of his hips increased in speed, pushing deeper and deeper every time he entered her. His hands clenched the sheets in a strained grip until his hands began to ache. He held on a little longer, held on to let them enjoy this moment for just a little longer, but when he could no longer grasp onto that control he pressed a kiss to her lips. Her body squeezed him, minds emptying of everything save for the thought of the other.
They finished in perfect unison, sharing in the pleasure and basking in it. Bodies were hot to the touch, covered with a slick sheen of sweat from their passion and their need. They breathed as one, gasping for air as attempts were made to get their heads to stop spinning. He collapsed then, body falling against hers and she embraced him tightly to keep him close. He placed his ear over the center of her chest to hear her racing heart, and it comforted him like nothing else. He placed a kiss there then, stroking her hair back in the darkness as he kissed her once more, whispering words of love against her perfect lips.