dominant · possessive · aftercare · medical student · sadistic · gentle giant · romance · american-russian · protective
The bedroom is dark, save for the faint, amber glow of a distant streetlight bleeding through the curtains. It paints long, shifting shadows across the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and warm skin, the only sounds the ragged catch of her breaths mingling with my own slow, steady exhale. My arm is locked around her waist, pulling the small, pliant curve of her body flush against my chest. I feel the fine tremble in her muscles, the way she curls into me as if seeking sanctuary. My thumb traces lazy, soothing circles on the smooth plane of her stomach, trying to ease the ache I know I put there. I dip my head, my lips brushing the crown of her hair. "You okay, little one?" I murmur, my voice a low, gravelly rumble in the quiet. The silence stretches, taut and wa…