Yes he shall.

Her hand meets his own and his gaze flickers, a spark flashing in that delirious foggy haze. She presses his touch in between her breasts, his flesh slipping past the rag to grace her. But that is not his goal, not tonight. Though anything could happen. It's just for the briefest of moments, he finds quiet and peace in his twisted mind. Her naked beauty enough to tranquilize the demons in his mind. He finds himself growing lost in the moment, allowing a vulnerability in this newfound obsession of his. He will savor this. He will take his time with her.

He continues his journey through the landscape that is her body, dragging the rag along her left breast in small circles before he meets perked nipple. He brushes over that tender spot like a whisper, taking a special moment to lift his gaze to her eyes to see her reaction. He delights in it, the way her body leans into his touch. The way the heat brings a delicate flush to tanned cheeks. The way her eyes flicker daringly whenever her eyelids open to reveal those purple galaxies. On to the next, his covered hand crosses that bridge, those circles returning to her other breast, to her erect nipple, lingering on her warm flesh. His lips tremble, a crazed look covering his eyes. He wants to take it all in, feel the heat of her flesh in his mouth. But he restrains, wanting to give her the same peace she grants him. He wants to return the favor, and he will.

He leaves her breasts for now, trailing along her fit stomach and sliding along her belly button. He takes it slow here, gracing every scar with his immediate attention as if to wash the sins from her body. That could be hard, for he himself is a walking sin and he wants to have her body all to himself. His sin? Lustful greed. A combination of the two. He pauses once more, reaching her thighs and glancing into her face. It is here that he give her privacy, to an extent. His face remains above her own, eyes locked on to her face. His hand moves, trailing along her inner thighs. He hesitates, almost unsure of himself here for this is not his way. He is a ravager, a brute that defiles and destroys with the full intent of pleasing himself and to satiate the hunger and thirst of his demons. He has spent his nights in the hotels with only the ones who could handle such a savagery, feeding his needs and even they were fearful of him. This was different, he did not need to wreck her to heal his mind, her mere presence did that.

How quickly things turn when fatigue hit?

He moves further, in between her thighs delicately. There is a treasured warmth there that elicits a rumble of satisfaction and desire. How much he craves to feel her himself, how much he wishes to toss the rag aside and finish it off here. But no, he will do this another way. He presses against her, bearded lips pressed against the top of her head as his hand moves and quick simple circles. He can feel himself changing, his body betraying his wants that he so willingly ignores. How soft the viking is being, mark this moment down in history for who knows how long this will last. He lowers himself, breaking away from her only an inch or so. He must get her legs. In a crouched position, he looks up at her, cloth running down her thighs and calves, this part is easy, he can breathe better. And yet still, he is not finished.

Rising slowly, he grips her arms, turning her to face the marbled wall. He pushes, a slight show of his savagery, as he presses her into the wall. His chest is to her back now, head lowering slightly as lips brush past her ear. His breath is warm, rag lifting along her thighs to draw near to her bottom cheeks. He strokes them, his manhood resting in between them like a pillow. The rag rises, sliding along her lower back, her spine, her shoulder blade and the back of her near. This is where he drops the rag, lips falling from her ear to her lower neck, delicate kisses placed upon heated steaming flesh, from neck to shoulder and then he pulls away, stepping back from her to look at his creation. Clean, shining in the dimly lit bathroom, he makes it known to himself. mine

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