'I'm starvin', darlin'

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world'

"If you'd known all the bad intentions that crossed my mind that day... What I wished to do..."

He'd already given me a nice glimpse then. However, now, there was nothing to hold his deviousness back, no gun, no fabric on my lower half as his dark gaze roamed along my figure, and not even an inch between us when he pressed his hips against my naked center. And oh, did I feel the bad intentions.

The other difference was also that I wasn't looking away as I mirrored his crooked smile.

"You can still do it. You're the evil genie."

"Really?" He checked, and if it hadn't been clear before, his eyes were now wide enough for the bad intentions to drip from them and onto my exposed cleavage.

When I nodded, the blue shades even lit up like it was his birthday, and... with some cream and chocolate topping on top, I was the dessert.

Literally, as he splayed them with intent caresses all over my chest.

I'd expected him to strip off my dress at the very least before, but no, he recreated the exact same stain like he'd memorized it by heart on our first encounter, ruining another of my outfits in some romantic way that was only his.

Still, like every time, my heart melted, along with the rest of my being when he pulled slightly away to admire his work, a voracious glint shining on his lips as his tongue slipped out.

"You know what I said about the music box being the best gift?"

I hummed, not even following his gaze on the other side of the tent. All my attention was on that mouth, drawing closer and closer until his words tingled mine.

"I take it off. This. Is. The. Best. Gift."

And he didn't lose time devouring it, devouring me, as he crashed his mouth on mine, needing some cherry as a 'taster'. Well, that was what he murmured on my lower lip as he took his first bite, slow and savoring, before starting his feast.

A feast, there was no better word to describe it, as much for him as for me, when his mouth melted down my neck, and mine parted in delight.

He licked, nibbled, sucked, kissed... tasted the cream and my skin under, and the sugar might have been on the tip of his tongue, yet the spike of energy was buzzing in my veins as he was filling my stomach with ambrosial sensations.

I was ravenous for more when he dragged his teeth along the edge of my neckline and mumbled on the fine fabric, lingering particularly near my sensitive breasts, always to clean the cream, of course.

Oh that he did. The only mushy mixture that remained was me, and as my dress and skin were cleaned thoroughly, I wondered why I hadn't accepted his offer the first time.

"Now, the cherry on top."

Now, I remembered why.

That greedy smile above my hammering heart, I wouldn't have been ready for it one year ago. I still wasn't when he bit down on my flushed peak through my dress and slid down my body, letting go of my wrists yet pinning me with his sharp gaze.

"If you move your hands, I stop."

It wasn't a question, and I didn't get to answer as he placed my legs over his shoulders in a last warning.

The next second, his lips wrapped around my 'cherry', and if my whole body was writhing and arching, my hands had never been that still, the throbbing down there commanding them.

He was commanding them, as he was the one setting the rhythm and the strength of these pulsations with every caress of his mouth, and after simmering me with all his previous teasing, I was cooked like toffee for him to lap. Which was what he did as his tongue glided down to my dripping opening and all the way back up in dizzying swirls, and like on my chest, he licked, nibbled, sucked, kissed...

Except it was me he was tasting, humming and growling with delectation, while he filled me up with sparks of pleasure.

And in no time, my orgasm bubbled up from the depths of my core, although he was far from sated.

"Blade, I'm–"

I was cut off by his fingers dipping at my entrance, just when my orgasm came to the surface. So instead of bursting with the release I'd been aching for, what had started as fizzling ecstasy was now swelling and swelling with his aimed thrusts, invading every inch of my being. All of this while not missing a flick of his tongue.

I was about to explode as my body tensed, and I jerked my head down toward him.

Wrong move, when the sharpness of his hazy gaze was enough to trigger an explosion, without even considering the contrast between the slick sounds of his mouth and his rasp against my wetness.

"That's it. Come for me, my sweet little cherry."

I could do nothing but gasp out his name as the pressure popped with those words, and I burst into thousands of tingles, the euphoria rippling through my veins, thick, sweet, spicy, intense, addicting... It was everything at the same time, my body spasming with more and more sensations as he kept his hungry movements, sucking every last drop until I was just a sated hump of bones and tingling flesh.

Even so, he licked his fingers as eagerly, a carnal smile on his glistening lips. Well, I imagined it with my eyes still closed. But the wet popping sounds of his mouth were already enough as I was slowly finding back my surroundings, taking in the drumming of the rain as fast as my heart, his heavy and deep breaths, the brushes of his gaze climbing up my body, and the rumble of thunder.

Everything felt more intense like coming back down to gravity after soaring into space, as I'd never come this hard.

It was what I was saying every time, and yet, when I lifted my heavy eyelids to his approaching figure taking off his shirt, I had no doubt this record wouldn't last long.

"Thank you for making my wish come true, Shooting star."

My eyes reclosed instantly as he pressed his wet and plump lips on mine, letting me taste myself along with a hint of sugar on the tip of his tongue and his own unique taste when he deepened the kiss.

It was an interesting contrast, though it lacked something as he indolently pulled away.

"I think it's my turn to taste. It's my birthday, after all."

Taking advantage of his micro-second of surprise, I pushed him away with my left hand and sat up the best I could.

With my wrists tied up, my legs in jelly from my previous orgasm, and in-between, his gaze tickling all my nerves, my movements weren't elegant, but I managed to reach the piece of cake, without even messing my bandage.

Of course, the knob of cream on my fingertip wasn't much when I turned to his kneeling and shirtless silhouette. Yet I still left a faint trace down the line of his abs, and it wasn't what I was craving, anyway.

"You know you can't use your hand?" He reminded me as my route ended through the slit of his open pants, and I didn't know what was the most dizzying: the lift of his eyebrow, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the lips I was chewing, or the twitch of his hardness against my palm.

"It's the plan."

To prove it, I pulled my hands away and moved my smirk closer... to the inked spot of his neck, first.

After all, it was only fair I teased him too, and a devious tickle of victory was already surging in my veins as he threw his head back.

"Fuck, Dorothea."

It was so empowering as the dark ink tensed and slithered with every brush of my tongue, and I slowly tamed the snake there.

Then, it was the strong thumps that followed my lips from his jugular, down to his pearl necklace, and to the shooting star tattoo over his heart, which I traced carefully, and the slower my mouth was, the faster his chest was rising and falling.

In my course, I almost forgot to lick the white cream, chasing more the saltiness of his skin as I drifted towards rugged patches and drew rawer and more vulnerable moans out of his parted lips.

If I'd known one year ago I could bring so much reaction out of the unaffected and experienced bad boy with just my mouth.

At the time, I'd felt so inexperienced, and in comparison to him, I would surely always be. Yet I'd got some practice, and I knew his body enough to descend down the pointed V trail confidently.

The main obstacle was of another nature as my lips met with the fabric of his briefs, and I couldn't use my hands.

However, a nip of the elastic band, and my evil genie made them disappear, rushing to bunch them down with his pants and free his erection.

Rigid and dripping at the tip, like an invitation to lick it as my tongue grazed the hard length until his swollen end, where I took a 'taster', and he let out a groan so deep that it annihilated all thought of teasing him and taking it slow.

My lips wrapped around him before I even found his gaze, and the second I glimpsed the penetrating blue through my lashes and the unruly strands in front of my eyes, I slid down lower.

"Shit... that mouth of yours, baby..." He sucked in a lungful of air through his nose as I pulled back, flattening my tongue along the movement. "Gonna drive me insane."

Those raw, ragged words only spurred me to take him deeper with my next descend, and when he pushed my hair away from my face, grasping the messy curls in a makeshift ponytail to make sure I could see the wildness in his blown-out pupils, it was impossible to tell who was leading the other to insanity.

His guttural groans were drawing out my muffled moans, and his hardness twitched against my tongue in reply. So I hollowed my cheeks to feel more, which got me a 'holy fucking hell', and many more when I swirled my tongue along the strained veins.

Every curse word was driving me wilder, and to sum it up, he quoted the whole dictionary of profanities.

Yet his voice still softened in a contrasting whisper as he fought back the jerk of his hips. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay?"

Leaning my chest forward in a kneeling position, 'uncomfortable' was a euphemism for what I was feeling... between my legs.

His tightening grip pulling at my scalp, the burn around my wrists, the soreness in my jaw, and the lack of oxygen, it all fueled the blaze in my core, and no matter how much I squeezed my thighs together, it didn't give me any relief, only making it more maddening as I battled to not move my hands.

"Fuck, can't take it anymore!"

It wasn't my whimper, even if the impulse on my fingertips screamed the same.

It was Blade's, as he tugged my head away and swooped on my lips, so sharply that my mouth was still open in a wide O with a trail of spite connecting me to his erection. Not that he minded, on the contrary, as he sucked the rest of my breath out, mumbling between messy kisses,

"I'm so close... need to come inside you. Is that... Is that– too soon?" With one of his contrasts again, he broke our lips apart to search his dark and wild gaze all over my freckles. Although for once, even he seemed to struggle with the sharpness because he had to swallow thickly before he continued, "Do you feel ready down there? Do you–"

"Yes, yes! I'm more than ready," I exclaimed, the desperation in my voice coming straight from 'down there'. "Fuck me, take me. Do anything you want!"

There was no 'I wish' or 'please', but he complied, his talented fingers crinkling my dress up my chest, my head, and my arms while he laid me down on the blanket.

Nothing could stand in his way, not even the tie at my wrists as he flicked his pocket knife open.

How? When? What? I didn't have the answer when it appeared before my eyes as fast and sharp as the lightning, which reflected on its blade.

I could only guess the 'why'. Though I wasn't so sure when the pointy tip of the knife headed in the opposite direction of the tie, down my chest.

"If you knew how much I've dreamed to hear those words, to do everything I want with you... in this same spot and since the second I met you," he murmured, his mouth and his knife getting closer until one touched the skin at the edge of my bra. "Been dying for this."

Ironic when he was tracing the lethal weapon over my pounding heart.

Still, I'd never felt as alive as in this instant, with the cold blade leaving its mark on my skin. It was nothing more than a trail of goosebumps, not even a scratch or a red hint, but it heightened everything from the roar of thunder to the tightness of the restraint around my wrists, from the pearl of gooseflesh arising one after the other to the blood humming in my veins and rushing down my core, and finally, to the crack of fibers as the knife tore my bra off.

"Blade!" My protest sounded a lot like a moan because yes, I was turned on by his knife, by the danger, by the sharpness he was as he moved the knife up my arms, slashing through the smooth fabric of my dress, and not the tie.

That was how precise his movements were, and he's taken my words too literally, leaving me with another ruined dress, fully exposed to him.

One year ago, I would have probably been frozen at this, paralyzed by the possibility of having no clothes to go home tomorrow, and shivering under his piercing gaze.

Actually, just this morning, I'd been crippled in front of the mirror thinking about the latter because my body had changed a lot in the past months.

Even if I'd found back my figure from one year ago, I wasn't the same. Under my clothes, I had stretch marks and dimpled skin, and those were only on the outside.

I was far from the innocent and carefree girl he'd met one year ago.

However, I forgot all these doubts when, with an unequivocal and smoldering once-over along every inch of my silhouette, he threw his knife away and replaced it with his mouth over my banging heart, whispering and proving 'I love yous' over the love bites he'd just marked, the ones from last night and even before.

He too had changed, and as he climbed his way back to my lips with eager and tender kisses, I realized how much I loved who we had become.

We had more scars and hidden crimes, but also so much more love and sparks– and protection.

"Let me just get a condom." He pulled away, fumbling for the small packet in his pants pockets, which he kicked out with his shoes at the same time, and I watched, amazed at how fast he was.

Though he was careful to roll down the transparent wrapping all the way down because even if we loved our little star, we'd both agreed one was enough for now.

"You ready?"

Some things were still the same, nevertheless, as he settled over my body, tingles of anticipation and excitation traveling between our brushing skins, even fiercer than on our first time.

It was still a first time. Our first time since the delivery, our first anniversary, and our first in this meaningful place, and my lips carried all these as I lifted my head and grazed his magical smile.

"More than ready. Make our wish come true, my evil genie."

"As you wish," he hummed, the spell already coming alive with all our nerve endings as he dragged his length along my wet folds once, twice, three times... until he twitched at my entrance. "Look at me, Shooting star."

I hadn't even realized my eyes had fluttered shut as though preparing for the bang or the crash, yet I did feel everything when I reopened them, and he waited patiently – despite the ticking in our almost-connected centers – for the second I dived into the blue expanse to plunge into me.

That way, I could experience the euphoria of becoming one again, every stretch and tension of my muscles around his thick member, every inch of velvety hardness and ridged veins he filled me with slowly, but I could also see it blowing in his dilated pupils.

The dark lust there was more vivid than ever, making the sparkles of crystalline stand out even more, like stars in a moonless night.

My evil genie was really making all our wishes come true, offering me the most mesmerizing starry sky while a tempest was raging, as much outside as inside our bodies.

In fact, it was as if the sky were echoing us, and when Blade pushed in the last inch, it even cracked with the intensity, a stroke of lightning that rippled through our bodies and tore us a gasp.

"Fuck, I missed this," he groaned, the low rumble coming from the depths of his chest and soon resonating all around with a thunderclap.

My moan of his name sounded so faint and breathless in comparison, though I knew he heard it as his hips jerked a little deeper before he pulled out almost all the way, and I didn't have to say anything when he clasped my chin, guiding me to look down between our bodies.

Everything was loud and clear there from the way my core clenched, not wanting to let him go, to how smoothly he slipped in again while I arched under him, needing more contact, more of his sweaty skin searing mine, more of our bodies fitting together perfectly, more of–

"Not your hands, baby." He put my tied wrists back down again before I could clutch the taut muscles of his back.

But even more than his firm grips on my arms and around my jaw, it was the sight before my eyes that kept me pinned as I looked up.

His features twisting in a contrasting mix of blissful pleasure, devious smugness, and strained need, that was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, even after watching our centers clashing together, and I couldn't help the whimper that tumbled out of my lips, nor the pulsations I knew he felt down there.

I wasn't helpless, however, and while he slid his thumb through my parted mouth, I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts and drawing him a growl too, again and again... and again, in a dizzying cycle.

I clenched around him. He tightened his grip on my arms. I arched closer. He sank into me. I met him halfway. He groaned.... Without blinking away from each other, that's how everything escalated as quickly as the storm outside.

The desire was rushing like clouds, dark and thick, in every direction, and my heart was drumming faster than the hail on the tent when his left hand let go of my face to run all over my body, his fingers like trickles of water along every curves and slits.

When each rumble of thunder followed the bolts of lightning as fast as the electric pulses through my nerves after every clash of our hips, it was impossible to tell who was closer.

"Fuck, Dorothy, I'm not gonna last."

Finally, it was Blade who was ahead in this race, the next flash of lightning illuminating his tall and tense body as he tried to slow down and wait for me, even though his climax was already there, barely held back by the ropes of strained muscles.

"Tell me you're close, baby," he panted, stilling deep inside of me to rest his forehead on mine as his heavy-lidded gaze sought mine.

"I am..." As close as the thunder that shook everything around. But since he preferred actions, I rotated my hips, letting him feel how close my muscles were clenching around him, and I kept my voice for those four words.

"I love you, Blade."

This never failed to make his control snap, and soon, the rest followed as he resumed his tumultuous pace, his movements wilder than the storm around.

At least, I guessed, as I closed my eyes and kissed him, letting the tempest engulf me completely, and like thunder to the lightning at this instant, we came.

Who was what? I wasn't sure, as he stiffened and swelled inside me, angling my legs a little higher to push in all the right places, and my shivers traveled to him.

However, a storm didn't even come close to describing the electric fire cracking through my nerves, unless it would have been a storm in outer space because we were soaring in zero gravity, while our bodies quivered with an earth-shattering force.

It was blinding and dark, striking and everlasting, numbing and yet, I was hyper-aware of every variation of my name that vibrated on my parted lips, every twitch of his hardness as he filled the condom, every tingle of violent euphoria shooting through my limbs, every aftershock of soft ecstasy, and many more contrasts, all on the spectrum of bliss.

That spectrum felt infinite, and even when Blade collapsed on top of me, our lungs burning with every gasp we tried to catch, and our spent bodies melting together, it was still bliss.

"Love you more, Shooting star." His husky voice echoed in the quietness after some time, seconds, minutes, hours...

My only point of reference was the quietness around, placing us at that moment after the storm, where the thunder was barely humming on the horizon, and the rest of the world was waiting for the last drops of rain to stop before checking the damages, the calm after the storm.

It was definitely that when I lifted my heavy eyelids, and bright crystalline pierced through the haze, his content gaze tracing my flushed freckles, as always, and his fingers brushing a few curls off my face, which probably looked like a mess, as always.

Just glimpsing his disheveled strands, now damper than under the rain, I could tell we'd been wilder than the tempest outside, and I didn't dare to take a look around, nor find out why my skin was so sticky and my voice so hoarse as I savored the bliss of this instant.

"It's the best birthday."

Last year had taught me to never talk too soon, but it was now dark outside, and even if Blade pulled away to get rid of the condom, the sight of his naked body and devious grin only promised delicious surprises for the remaining minutes.

"Be careful about your words, Dorothea..."

"Why? Do you have more bad inten–" I froze, a shiver traveling from my tied wrists to my toes when a flash of light crossed the tent, and it wasn't the lightning this time. "Blade, tell me... Are we even allowed to be here?"

The speed with which he grabbed his knife said it all when the creaking of a gate resonated from somewhere in the park, and soon, footsteps and voices followed.

"Put my shirt on, and grab the music box. I'll take the bags," he announced, his gangster reflexes coming back as fast as the blade slashed through the fabric around my wrists, and then, it was his smirk stretching dangerously. "You ready to run, Lucy?"

Once more, I took his extended hand, and as Lucy and Ford got away, half-naked on his motorcycle like two outlaws, I could definitely say it was my best birthday.

An unforgettable birthday, wasn't it? 😏🌠

Did you expect this? It's not because they're Mommy and Daddy now that they won't be wild and crazy. They're outlaws forever 😈🔥

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