Possession.<br/><br/>Obsession.<br/><br/>This was a little of both. This was darkness, was desire and pain, melded together so perfectly. She wondered how else he would torment her, knowing this just for the first course of their banquet of sinful delights. She writhed for him, squirming, trying to get her hands free, trying to move beneath the press of his powerful body. The simple fact was that she wasn't getting freed.<br/><br/>She didn't want to.<br/><br/>Desire, ah yes, she drowned in it, screamed through it when his teeth sank into her flesh and marked her just as she craved for. He was inside her head, taking all those dirty dark desires and making them reality. She had given up on ever feeling like this.<br/><br/>Goddess.<br/><br/>Yes.<br/><br/>Her body arched, spine bowed, taking him deep, offering up herself even as his thrusts plundered, rammed and she sobbed for it, cast out into pleasure so thick she reeled as if drunk mentally. There were no thoughts here. Just him.<br/><br/>Him.<br/><br/>His voice growled into her ear, satisfaction, possession, darkness. She shivered, whimpering, trying to collect herself, to fit into her skin again. Her cheeks burned with a blush as she realized she had climaxed violently from him taking her ass; she would have never thought that possible but the wetness beneath the apex of her legs on the grass was proof. The pleasure shuddering through her in delicious aftershocks as more.<br/><br/>His.<br/><br/>Her body gave completely to that knowledge, for now, for as long as this night lasted, as his darkness held them, she was. Her glow softened, shimmering still and she whimpered, gasping when he pulled out of her, as his hands let her wrists go and her body throbbed with aches and pains she had never experienced before. It was more then she had thought it would be, for some things simply yearning couldn't give knowledge. And she liked this knowledge.<br/><br/>Dawn shivered, panting as his nail traced down her spine, feeling a bolt of pleasure pulse through her so easily at such a simple touch. He was going to drive her mad. She had hated being called princess since the first week of her introduction to the Courts, but when he called her 'pretty little princess' it somehow only made her needier, more aroused. It was dirty, it was incredible. She was a princess, they both knew that and still he did this. Perhaps she hadn't wanted a man who ignored that part of her after all, but a man to whom it didn't matter.<br/><br/>The finger sliding into the swollen folds of her sex earned a ragged moan, breath thready and still not her own as she quaked with pleasure and her body found a new rush of wetness to prove her desire to him. "I...don't know if I'll ever breathe the same way..." she confessed, laughing breathlessly and the blond made no effort to move from where she lay on the ground, her heart still pounding. She bit her lower lip, turning her head, cheek resting against grass, having the primal manner of this wash over her again. She had never been fucked into the ground before, never been taken like this, or bruised. "I want more..I need it."<br/><br/>The words were so soft, a admission, confession, a plea.