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Midnight silk against my wrist.
Your shadow heavy on the bed.
Leather takes the room to still.
Iโm already soaked and spread.
Your fingers trace like promises,
then tighten hard around my waist.
I lurch into the coming storm
and beg you, take it, take the taste.
Two strong hands. One rough command.
You make me drip. You make me shake.
The cuff clicks shut. No turning back.
My pulse goes loud for your mistake.
You knew this room before I did.
You mapped the dark. You learned my breath.
You watched me want what I denied
and carved it mine into my breath.
Leather creaks when you lean in.
Your mouth a vow along my throat.
A growl that says I do not leave.
A claim that burns the last soft note.
You drag me closer by the silk.
You pin my thighs and split the night.
I arch. I whimper. I confess
I asked for this. I asked it right.
You take me slow, then take me deep.
One fist still locked around my wrist.
The other finds the places I
canโt hide, the ones that always twist.
You make a vow out of the dark.
You make a law out of my name.
You make me drip. You make me break.
You make the shaking into flame.
Touch anyone and you would end them.
Touch me and the world goes still.
I am the only door you open.
I am the only heat you keep.
I break the way you like me brokenโ
open, shaking, saying please.
Midnight silk. Your shadow. Leather.
And a storm that will not ease.
Say mine.
I say it.
Say stay.
I stay.
The cuff. The silk. The heavy bed.
Your hands. My wrists. The soaked-through sheets.
You take control until the taking
is the only prayer I keep.