harley westward

Here we are in the heart of the darkness

That room was like walking beyond the facade the french fae wore,all that time in his room full of photo albums only spoke of one thing only.. The past. Such a crippling thing it was to wade through so many ghosts that could only make the soul such a heavy thing. That room possessed a heaviness of memories and this room, his bedroom felt like the moment. The very man he was today. How all the days mattered but not quite like the present. There was something intimate about a person's bedroom if you simply opened your eyes to see beyond mere furniture and cleanliness alone. It was the smaller things. Even within the depths of that very room that said so much.. From the once untouched bed, the papers and books that had remained half-read upon his side table. Why he couldn't sleep. The glowing fireplace that welcomed them even though they were far more fixated upon this strange new playing field that sprawled out before them, dynamic and fluid.. Adapting to those newfound parameters like it had always been that way. How getting wrapped up in the sheets of his bed was not what she anticipated at all when she woke up to a horse within her bedroom. This day it whirled around her like a cyclone, charged... with the freedom of being someplace other than the blackhole that was Sacrosanct.

Harley had almost grown used to their seemingly tame games, grown comfortable with it.. Pushing and yet knowing that there were lines they didn't seem to cross. Lines she surely thought of more than once, how could she not. He was like those desserts you look at in the magazines and it makes your mouth water.... You know it's going to be good.. And yet you know you probably shouldn't because it's probably 10,000 calories of bad for your health. That little warning voice Harley never listened to. Perhaps those lines had always been an illusion? Something she imagined they had and yet there truly were none. He was unlike any man she'd known.. One she could challenge that oddly knew how to speak her language so fluently. Perhaps it was for the simple fact that he could speak all languages so fluently even as he kissed her. How she thought she was so incontrol and yet with every caress of his fingers and press of his mouth against her own she was.... Like a runaway train with no tracks. Matteo silver eyes said so many things that words didn't have to and his lips were like all the dirty promises they might have thought and yet never spoke out loud. All she could think of above the sounds of them and the crackling fireplace was... that she wanted that damn cake and she wanted to eat it too.

Yet... he had this way of knowing... beyond what seemed like his glimpses into the future. Which was almost like cheating in a way. She could only wonder for a hint of a moment if he had seen this even before it started even if she hardly cared in that moment. Maybe one night it would piss her off and yet that moment was not now.. The only thing that would piss her off more was if he continued to torment her like he was and the smug fae knew it. So when she uttered his name to urge him to shift his hands just so... he replied like he would anyone who asked after him. Yes? How mischievous that glimpse in his eye was.. A certain deviousness that was all him infused in a tone that suggested he could do this all night... even though she was damn sure he was feeling the restraints of his pants or that she was aware this his breathing had also altered. So close, she could notice everything. She tugged at his resolve which had almost two thousand years of patience that she wanted to undo. It was like he was waiting for something.. As if he wanted for her to beg. Like hell she would.. If anyone begging it would be him. Her plush lips parted in order to speak, her violet eyes flickered with that vivacious flame he'd seen so many times. How goading those very words were going to be... as she could do little else but be at his very mercy. This was not what she thought he meant when he was going to take his time with her. Fucking crafty wording that was.. Maybe she should have known... It was like he purposely sought for that very look before those tormenting fingers shifted exactly where she wanted them. Well.. one could say that shut her up. Her tongue stilled, those words that had once drew to the tip of it fell like off a proverbial cliff's ledge to its forgotten demise and went up in a puff of smoke. Although those lips remained parted if only to inhale sharply.

Pinned like she was, surprised at just how easily he could bend her without discomfort. She wasn't even aware her body could bend in such a way. She was bendy... Who would have thought? The thought pleased her in some visceral way, which only meant all the more ways he could maneuver her. Until he kissed her soundly, releasing her leg to do so.. And yet he remained everywhere.. His very scent, his body. How greedy she felt for it all. Harley all but came alive beneath him. She met that kiss in kind. There was no doubt that he seized control and for the moment she hardly minded. She would find her moment... but for now... she could relish in the way he made her neglected body feel. There was something sexy as hell when his own groan of want escaped him, it sent a shiver down her spine and to her toes that had nothing to do with the cold. Ah... maybe she could just wave the white flag and let him do as he wished.

Yet that was not their way... Just as he could have relished in her defeat, she used her leg he had once pinned between them to hook around him. It seemed like a movement done out of passion...

Yet.. in a singular movement, she was able to place him beneath her. That action so fluid, that kiss hadn't even been interrupted.. If only she could have relished in that look of surprise. She could hardly help the way her lips smirked against his own. Two could play this game. He was far too dressed for her liking and she was entirely certain it was about time she evened the odds a little. It was hardly fair being the only one nude in his bed. She'd declared the bed a no clothes zone as she pulled away from that addictive kiss. That at the very least sparked the sound of amusement from him and the quickest agreement she'd ever heard from him. In that they both could agree. Even though she already moved to work at that cursed zipper and then to easy removal of pants and boxers... She only paused for the briefest of moments to realize she'd been wrong. She thought for sure he'd be a commando man. In her darkest daydreams.. He had none.. The clothes fell as her gaze caught the sight of him, unrestrained. His face so composed and yet how hard he was. She'd taken a moment to all but stare, to appreciate the man below her. All that hardened muscle of a warrior beneath flawless ancient skin. He was a prime example of a man. Even down to the very length of him. He wasn't lying when he said nothing about him was small.. Compensating with a castle was the furthest thing she could accuse him of. She licked her lips, entirely unconscious of the action, catching the gleam within his eye. Pure.. confident male. The smile upon his recently kissed hued lips had matched. With nothing but a smile on, he was devastating. It was her turn now. She could not help but speak that compliment, that clearly went straight to his head.

He'd spoken those words that she could lie with him any time if she spoke to him like that. A suggestive note of amusement escaped her.

"So that was all you wanted stroked.."" She insinuated as she looked down at him once more.. She reached for him, like she couldn't stand the thought of not touching him. She felt him grow all the harder beneath her touch and he was already hard as hell already. She was rewarded with a moan, his hips responding moving against the movement of her hand to increase those touches. " Your ego.." Her voice seemed different than her usual voice, far more smoky laced with innuendo and desire she could not conceal from him. It was a taste of his own medicine. His body was easy to read like this.. She learned exactly how he wanted to be touched, how tightly to hold him, how quickly to move just based on the way his hips ground against her hand.

She wanted more... even though she'd never forgotten that look upon his face... as she slid up further his figure, straddling him to replace her hands with that far more sensitive area. Her hand still moved its torturous movements. Her heartbeat raced as though it might burst through her chest. Harley released him to lower her soft full lips against his own, rewarded by the sound of his uneven breath. He was always so composed. Not now. Because of her this time. How the tables have turned. Yet... she was far from unaffected enunciated with that trembling sigh.

His french accented lyrics caused her dark brows to raise in amusement, her hand propped up her body as she pressed into him. It was not the first time he had called her that and yet it amused her no less each and every time. She'd taken it as a compliment. A successful press upon his much-desired control. He'd called her the devil. Maybe he wasn't wrong. "A devil in the bedroom is never a bad thing." She'd barely been able to get out the words as her lips moved against his own before he'd taken her lower lips into his own successfully keeping her mouth too busy for...her rebuttal. How those words were forgotten again as his teeth so gently scraped her lower lip that he took into his mouth.. How it seemed to awaken something within her.. Her eyes seemed to bleed into something other as her resolve slipped as he wrapped his toned arms around her. She'd thought nothing of it, simply pulling her in close.. relishing in his that heated kiss as her hips moved. So torturously close they were. In a moment she was moved beneath him, the weight of him pressed against her. It would seem he wished to trade positions. She grumbled her protest.. Hey. She was enjoying that.

In a fluent moment, his fingers interwoven with her own to draw her arms up and over her head. All so she was stretched out and pinned in one fluent movement. No hands.. Meant no control, once again. Exactly where he seemed to want her. How they have been here before. All the control in the palm of his hands... how tonight she refused to let him have it all.

Her raven locks were like a dark pretty halo around her head upon the bed at her back, tousled with the memories of the day they had shared together. An irresistible impish gleam upon his face, that look could set fires inside of her core. She didn't need much coaxing as his knee seemed to ask for her to part her legs, as he melted to nestle snugly against her petite body. For a heated moment, their eyes locked in that secretive communication until he'd announced he'd won. Even still cocky as always in more ways than one. How sweet those words sounded and yet he was as he had claimed her to be.. Diable. He won? Her ass he did. Now he truly did it. Matteo so swiftly intending to rile her.. "A little ahead of ourselves much?" So breathless those words were spoken and yet did not dim the challenge within them.

His lips were barely touching her own when his hips moved and in that single practiced movement and he was inside of her as his lips pressed against her own, devouring that unbidden gasp. Each steady thrust filled her that much further, pushing into her until he was completely sheathed, her body eager to adjust to him. How accommodating. It was like she didn't know where she ended and he began. He froze for but a single hinged moment as if to allow her a breath, as if allowing her body time to remember just what he felt like inside of her even though he seemed to fight restraint. Just when she thought she had complete control over her senses.. Desire crashed into so fiercely it caused that sound of pure desire as one hand that once held one of hands sought to cup her ass, shifting her hips for him just so or merely because he wanted to grab it. That was when he began to move, truly move in such a way.. The kind of sex you wouldn't forget. She needed him to move. How she wished he'd never stopped, his hand slid from under her to graze her skin in a trail of fire before he gripped her hip, as if to control the very movements of her hips as he set his pace. So damn controlling. It was like he dared her with every movement he made. He'd set the bar. She'd meet it. It was just who she was. She could not turn her cheek to it no matter how hard she'd tried.

That feel of him was the closest taste of heaven she'd tasted, of the sounds that wove with her own. How she felt like an instrument that he knew so well. One that hadn't been played in far too long. Her freed hand had found his back, feeling the corded muscles beneath his skin shift and move as he moved those hips that she'd moved her own in order to meet.. His lips just barely parted for those beautiful french lyrics to form a compliment. Only this time he hardly meant to tease her, as he'd done before.. The english version sounded just as sweet. How that french was like an aphrodisiac like his very scent that flooded her nose. There was something about compliments during sex that just made her preen. A little smirk played upon her lips. "When you say compliments like that... I might let you win." How in that breath she meant every word. How receptive her body was to him... like some innate part of her wanted to do as he wanted... and yet that other part of her wanted to riot. As if every part of her was designed to be defiant in some way small or large. He was the same in some respects. The pair like rebel souls and yet had different ways of exploring it. "Maybe.." She mouthed the words.. Raising her voice above a goading whisper.. "Missionary man." She teased as her body seemed to coil, the only shift to give her away. How one free hand was just enough to help flip them over when she timed that movement with perfect momentum. She had him pinned this time... one hand that had once been pressed to the bed now pressed his.. How it was like they didn't even miss a beat or break that embrace.. As her body seemed to move above him, her hips taking on a mind of their own.. Unwilling to give up that very pace he had set.

Bar met.

In a way she pounced and caught him."Gotcha.." She declared, releasing his that once held her hand to rest on his toned chest, her vibrant eyes near glinting with challenge like that look asked him 'what he was going to do about it'.. before she snagged his lower lip between her teeth to emphasize she had him exactly where she wanted him. Being on top somehow made that contact all the deeper, her fingertips pressed into the skin beneath her flattened hand.. How she grasped that control and yet how part of her stole it simply to see what he did next.. And the other part.. Well, that was all Harley.. Making up rules as she went, defiant and yet so many other things that people rarely could see. There weren't many people who lived off-script. She pushed off his chest just so.. She perched above him, her chest completely exposed illuminated by the light from the fire.

She rose, all of sudden that pace no longer his.. But her own. "At least losing isn't so bad.... " She goaded as sweetly as he claimed she'd lost. But how those tables had turned yet again. She held herself in place, so close to the tip that he might fall out."When it feels so good."