It starts innocently enough… A simple coffee date, nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before. Still I shuffle nervously in my seat as I wait for him to arrive. He’s late, a good half an hour late, so my expectations sink lower and lower with each passing minute. I glance down at the amulet of Mara from Skyrim I’m wearing and grin cynically to myself, cursing my hopelessly romantic nature “Another one bites the dust…” I think to myself.
Finally, he shows up, and I straighten up and smile sweetly, trying to hide my annoyance at being left hanging like that. He’s certainly working against a lot already, not the greatest start, but I’m a generous girl, so I’m keeping an open mind at least.
I was immediately taken by his eyes, his gaze is intense but kind…dark, and yet somehow inviting, and for a moment I get lost in it. I shake it off, plenty of people have pretty eyes, it’s gonna take more than that to change my mind. I pride myself in my ability to stay cool and in control of situations like these, my perfect, flirty friendliness a mask for the challenge I lay down to every man…”Break the facade and take control, I dare you.”
A few minutes later I find myself laughing hysterically as we banter back and forth. Somehow everything is naturally turning into an innuendo and it has me rolling.
A pretty good recovery, I gotta say, take notes guys. But still not quite enough to push fully over the edge.
We we’re meeting late, so soon the coffee shop closes, but oddly enough I’m not ready to go home yet. We chat by his car for a little while and I am struck once again by those gorgeous eyes, and this time I can’t brush off this strange feeling they stir up. I try to put a name to it but it eludes me… I’m on the defensive now. I thought I knew exactly how this night was going to go, but this strange feeling is warning that this one may be different.
He asks to kiss me…his lips lock into mine, and suddenly the facade crumbles and I melt, overpowered from within by a deep and ravenous hunger, drawn out of me by the fire on his tongue.
I invite him back to my place…barely holding myself together… We get to my place, the door is shut, I make a show of being coy, then he kisses me again, this time biting my lip firmly with a low growl, his fingertips digging into my skin. Fireworks go off in my head, I do love a man who growls! He takes his time with me, alternating between biting and kissing every inch of my body, scattering deep purple marks across my sensitive, pale skin. I claw into his strong back in return, only managing to get one good bite in in return as he holds me down, but the bite only managed to excite him more. I try not to cry out in pain and pleasure as he devours my flesh, each deep exhale and whimper only spurring him on to further torment me.
I adore being in this place…seeing the passion and hunger in his eyes as he pauses from time to time to try and keep from going completely feral. Staring down at me, making me feel even more vulnerable and exposed, keeping a close eye on my reactions, striding that beautiful line between pain and pleasure.
Then, with at a few shaky words from me, his beast is reigned in and his hands become suddenly gentle. The hunger is still there, I can feel it straining against his will, but all that comes out is this beautiful tenderness as he nuzzles me. He showers me in gentle kisses and takes me into his arms, making me feel as though I have never been safer.
That, to me is true strength…and I can only gaze up at him with adoration in my eyes. He smiles down at me and I drink in his presence. Anyone can overpower someone…it takes a special kind of man to overcome himself for the sake of another… For that kind of man I’ll search until the day I die.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pg6osw/devoured_light_primal_play_true_story