Sixty Three.

My body slides up and down the cool painted wall with every brutal, yet, delicious thrust he pounds into me.

"Aydem.." I moan his name. "Please...don't stop.." I beg of him.

I manage to free my wrists from the vice-like grip he has them in, sliding them down the wall to the sides of my chest, I try to push back, but, he is too strong and he pins me against the wall once again.

"Agghh!!" I cry out when he unexpectedly, shamelessly and savagely slaps my ass cheek. His touch leaves a slight burning sensation that disperses across my burning flesh.

"Don't move." He orders with a grunt. "I can feel your first orgasm coming." He grunts again as the hand he has around my delicate throat slides down my body and begins to caress my clit through the slick folds of my sex. "Come for me, askim." [my love] He demands in a hoarse tone.

I grind my teeth, fighting the gnawing orgasm that threatens to consume me as I refuse to give in and let him believe that he is my puppeteer.

"No," I moan.

~Think of ugly feet with long fungus-infected toenails.~ I chant in my head as I internally cringe with repulsion.

Aydem abruptly pulls out of me and instantly I shudder with abandonment clawing at my sex. He turns me around, my back and head hit the wall with a soft thud and I watch as he tears his shirt from his body. Black hair sprinkles his caramel tinged coloured chest.

I love caramel!

Placing both my hands on his chest, I force him backwards, catching him off guard and I push him onto the bed. A look of shock stains his face momentarily before a look of lust and craving mars his features.

"It's my turn to use your body for my own selfish pleasure," I say through clenched teeth as my body glows with undeniable passion.

As I straddle him, I don't bother removing his pants that are still pooling around his ankles with his shoes on. I reach down, gripping his erect cock and squeeze it as I look down at him with irritated stricken eyes.

"If you ever pull this shit again, Aydem." I hiss, squeezing his cock harder and a snarl breaks free from his lips. "I swear to the gods I will chop your cock off and shove it up your arse," I warn him in a promising tone.

A look of amusement crosses his face. "You are beautiful when you are mad, askim." [my love] He chuckles. "Cute even." He adds.

A look of disgust masks my face. "Don't speak," I say as I lower myself onto his cock. Sweat beads my burning flesh as I begin to move up and down his shaft.

I'm not going to lie.

As I peer down at him through half-lidded eyes, my breath catches as I watch his face contort with pleasure. Placing both of my hands on his chest, I begin to bounce quicker, using his body as leverage to keep me upright.

His hands move up the sides of my thighs, over the dips of my hips and stomach until they find my breasts. The pads of his fingers, rub, pinch, tweak my erect nipples through the fabric of my dress, sending a tsunami of undilated tingles coursing through my body. The walls of my sex tighten around him, greedily sucking him deeper inside of me and when he begins to mutter incoherently in his mother tongue a mind-blowing orgasm starts to consume me.

"Aydem," I whisper with pleasure, grinding against his pelvis, needing more friction. "I'm so close..."

"Mine!!" He growls as he picks me up while I'm lost in a daze of ecstasy and he rolls us over. "Your orgasm is mine..." He hisses.

Digging my heels into his ass, I urge him to take over. His thrusts are met with more urgency when he pulls out of me then drives back into me with more force, creating a delicious ripple to surge through my limbs.

"Fuuucckkk..." I cry out, raking my nails down his back, perspiration beads his skin and I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he chases his own release.

He snaps his head back, a low brutal roar slashes through the air in the room. His cock jerks once, twice and I'm being thrown into another orgasm. Only this time it's more earth-shattering than the one that he just gifted me.

I lay motionless beneath him as we both try to elevate our breathing, the adrenaline rush also begins to fade away, draining the life out of me.

I exhale, meeting his gaze and a cocky smile spreads across his face. "That was..."

"Okay." I cut him off. Patting at his chest for him to move. "Up," I mutter.

Lowering his head, he nuzzles my neck. "You are still mad?" He says in a thick accent.

"I'm hurt. There's a difference and I'd rather be mad at you to be truthful." I swallow thickly.

He pulls back, his gaze collides with mine. "I'm sorry." He gulps roughly. "It pains me to see that I have hurt you in such a way and I regret not being forthcoming from the beginning."

I know he speaks the truth, but, what is done is done and there's no going back to undo it.

"I can't unsee those photos, Aydem." I sniffle, turning my face away from him. "How would you feel if the tables were turned?" I ask, turning back to face him.

Anger flashes across his face and he pulls out of me, getting off the bed as he pulls his pants up. "The son of a bitch would be dead before sundown." He openly declares as he stares me directly in the eyes.

I sit up, pulling the skirt of my dress over my hips as I pull my knees up to my chest. "This whole situation is fucked up."

His jaw clenches. "I like fucked up. Normal is overrated where you are concerned." Combing both hands through his hair violently. "I meant what I said, Mila. You and I will be eloping tonight. This," he waves his hand back and forth between us. "Isn't working for me. In here," He slams a closed fist against his heart. "Beats only for you and up here," he moves his hand from his chest to the side of his temple, "Is obsessed with you. It has been from the first time I laid my eyes upon you in the Irish bar and I'll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers once again."