My love... a phrase he hasn't heard in years. Was he really still her love? Was she even his love, anymore?

His hand left her cheek and snaked around to the back of her head, his fingers entwining themselves into her hair. He closed his hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulled her towards him. He pressed her thin body against his, feeling her softness against his hard muscles.

His other hand rested on her hip with his thumb sliding under her top to rub her soft skin. Closing her eyes, she waited. She didn't have to wait long.

His lips caught hers and he kissed her. He had missed the fullness and softness of her lips. His insistent tongue parted her lips and darted into her mouth, tasting, exploring. He pulled down on her hair and she tilted her head back to relieve some of the pressure on her scalp. Pein used this to kiss her deeper, like a man who was dying of thirst, wanting more and more as his thirst could not be quenched this way.

He broke the kiss and stepped back, releasing her hair from his hand. She stood in front of him, her lips plump and reddened, her eyes wide and alert, and her previously styled hair was a mess. His eyes roamed her curves and came to rest on her chest.

Her nipples were peeking through her thin top, hard and sensitive. Unknowingly, Pein licked his lips and bit his bottom lip. His hands rose to caress her sides, traveling higher and higher until they reached her neck. One hand gripped her neck, leaving reddened skin underneath, while his other dug into to the collar of her shirt and yanked down, tearing the thin material easily.

"Pein!" She gasped, slightly scolding as he ruined her garment, but he ignored her and pressed her close to him again. The hand that tore her shirt was now cupping a breast, his thumb circling her hard bud the way he knew she liked it. He was right as he was rewarded with a moan against his lips.  He moved forward and slammed her against a wall, trapping her.

Breaking free of his insistent kiss, she took a breath and tried to speak again. "Pe-" her words were cut off by a quickly inhaled breath as his hand found it's way underneath her skirt and his fingers began stroking her wet pussy.

She lifted one leg and held it out, resting her foot against a piece or furniture. With more room to move, Pein rubbed his fingers on her nether lips, allowing them to become slick. His other hand tightened against her neck, holding her in place while his lips and teeth left small bites and marks on her collarbone as he worked his way down.

Kissing between her breasts, he moved to one and circled the nipple with his tongue. She moaned and slid her fingers into his hair and pressed his face against her chest as he back arched in pleasure. Each nip on the pink bud sent electric shocks of pleasure to her clit that was becoming swollen with lust and arousal.

Leaving one nipple, he moved onto the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. "Pein~" she moaned, tossing her head back as far as the wall would allow. Hearing his name, he grabbed her hair again and pulled harshly. "You're not fit to say my name so shut. The fuck. Up," he growled, lust making his voice husky. 

He pushed her back roughly and stood, panting a little. Keeping her eyes locked with his, he removed his shirt. Aside from the dragon, there were many other tattoos on his body, signifying rank and accomplishments. But each tattoo had several slashed scars across them. He had been disowned, his name erased from the records and his existence purged from society.

Her eyes devoured his body, his lean muscles and the V of his hips leading into his pants making her clit pulse with anticipation. She watched as his hands rested on his pants waistband for a few seconds before he undid them and let them fall to the floor. His boxers went next and he stepped out of the pile.

Light red hair trailed from his belly button down to his pubis where it disappeared into a patch of neatly trimmed pubes. His cock, thick and long, stood at the ready with several beads of pre-cum decorating the pink head.

Pein approached her again but this time he kneeled down in front of her. He tore her skirt off, followed by her panties. His fingers traced the red welts he had left on her skin in his violent haste to undress her and his lips and tongue followed his hands.

Moaning softly, she enjoyed the softness of his lips on her stinging skin. She gasped when she felt his warm and wet tongue soothe the welts and begin travelling lower and lower.

Taking her foot from where she rested it for balance on the furniture and hooking it over his shoulder, he leaned slightly forward. He could see her juices brimming on her lips. Using two fingers, he parted her lips and her dampness transferred to his fingers. He placed them in his mouth and sucked, savouring the juices.

Looking down at him, she waited, he body taut with anticipation. Her fingers played with his hair and skimmed over his facial scars. Before she could say anything, Pein pressed forward and licked, his tongue curling around her clit.

"Mmmmm~" she moaned, and moaned again, this time louder, as Pein  took another lick, and then another, settling into his rhythm. Her small patch of purple hair tickled his nose but he was soon too engrossed in what he was doing. Her juices came quickly and seemingly never ending and Pein licked and drank from her.

He felt her hips twitch against his face, her stomach pressing against his forehead, her hips bucking side to side and her fingers had gripped his hair with her nails on his scalp. "More" she begged, the leg she had over his shoulder twitching and shaking.

She let go of his hair and went to her nipples. She needed some pain to take the pleasure to the next level. Twisting her nipples between her fingers, she groaned as the sharp edge of pain joined in with the sweet buildup of pleasure.

While she was distracted with touching herself, Pein took three fingers and held them together before roughly shoving them into her. "AAAH!" She gasped and lost the thin control she had. He shoved them in further and further, feeling her walls clench and tremble against this fingers before removing them and a flood of pussy fluids drenched his hand as she orgasmed.

He stood again and grabbed her behind her neck, slamming her lips against his, demanding that she taste herself. She greedily sucked her taste off his tongue and lips and waited when he pulled himself away from her. She failed to see the dark smile that tugged at his lips and the shadow that crossed his eyes.