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How easy it would be, he thought.
The pale moonlight shone on her face, reflecting the barriers between her youth and maturity, the soft fluttering of her eyelashes as she let another relaxed exhale through her nostrils, her chest rising and falling slowly and easily. A small twitch of her lips made him suck in a breath heavily. The man’s face closing in on hers, a hand feeling at the smooth and soft cloth of her nightgown, the flimsy cloth and his own turtleneck and dark colored trousers the only things that separated his bare skin from hers.
And as he sucked in his breath, he could almost taste the fragrance of her shampoo and bodywash, soft and floral. At that moment, Vyn Richter could not help but wonder;
How easy it would be.
To simply slip off that gown from her body, to taste the fragrance he has been yearning for for so long. Her warm skin against his own. Perhaps he could steal her away from the others, make her his and his only, a pet for him eternally - but no, she was not merely something as trivial as a ‘pet’. She was far more than that. Rosa, his Rosa was far more like someone he would worship and truly believe in unlike the church.
Vyn knew how dangerous this situation was and yet he could not help himself but lean closer into her, if only to taste a bit of a future he wished so desperately to come forth.
How easy it would be to kiss the moonlight off her skin.
His face leaned into the sheets between her head and shoulders, smelling the odor with vigor, a small shudder going through him even though he had smelled her so many times before, when she willingly was close to him. But this was different. It was oh so different when she was asleep. Unknowing and compliant. The thought of knowing he was able to kiss her fervently made it different. The thought of knowing he was capable of strangling her so she could be his and his only made it different. The knowing thought that he could just take her right then and there, pull up her knee next to his stomach and just fuck her like how he desperately wanted to made it different.
How easy it would be to trap her within his grasp.
Unknowingly, Vyn licked his lips, a hand reaching out to her face, cupping her cheek tenderly and lovingly even though his eyes reflected nothing but darkness and a giddy smile. He was so happy he could kiss her.
Vyn fantasized a lot about keeping her with him forever. There would be no Marius, no Luke, no Artem, only him, him
him and him
. And of course, with these kinds of fantasies came the questions; ‘How exactly would I trap her within my grasp?’
Vyn knew his Rosa very well. She was kind, reverent and above all human beings.
A thumb caressed her across her eyelids gently, the possibility of him blinding her making him smile.
So calm. So serene and pure. A rose yet untouched by the filth of the world and humanity. And he knew he was human as well. Filthy. He would take away everything he loved about her piece by piece.
But Vyn couldn’t help but get closer to her.
She slept so peacefully.
Vyn knows he
can’t
touch her.
Vyn knows he
mustn’t
touch her.
Vyn knows he
shouldn’t
touch her.
It would be so easy. It is easy.
What did Rosa dream about? Was she dreaming about him? Was she dreaming about a future with him in it? A fairytale, a hypnotizing fantasy. A psychosis state.
He brought his trembling hand up to her hair, his teeth biting into the flesh of his cheek as he attempted to suppress himself, saliva and a mildly salty copper could be tasted on his tongue. Vyn swallowed. His eyelids drooped as he looked at her through his eyelashes in almost a hazy daze, her vulnerable form and the reality of her sleeping state causing his breathing to grow heavier.
He caressed her hair gently, the soft locks twirled around his fingers before long. She probably tastes as sweet as she smells, he thought.
The pressing of his bulge against the fabric of his pants was too much.
He shouldn’t touch her.
Vyn slowly undid his belt so as not to wake his Rosa as he committed this disgusting, disgusting act of perversion, a scrunch visible on his face as he undid his zipper.
He shouldn’t touch her.
If he didn’t touch her it was fine right? If he just looked at her it was fine right? Looking but not touching.
Vyn told himself as he began to stroke himself, convinced himself as he continued to watch her sleeping form, unknowing of the acts he did as he watched her.
A sharp gasp that he tried to suppress made him force his free hand on his mouth, his usually straightened back leaning forwards as he kept watching her chest go up and down. Up and down.
Up and down up and down just like his own chest, breathing quickening. Up and down just like his hand on his cock as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch her. Rosa swallowing and opening her mouth as she slept. Rosa’s eyes flickering behind her eyelids.
Rosa’s lips wrapping around the edges of his dick, doing her best to take all of him in his mouth before slowly setting a pace as Vyn let her adjust, moaning softly whenever she would suck just a bit more, her tongue moving along the bottom of his cock whenever she moved her mouth before eventually finding an own way to move against the tip as well. Looking up at him with those beautiful green eyes as he kept ahold of her hair in the palm of his right hand, his other tangled into the soft sheets of her bed.
Rosa’s eyes flickering and rolling back into her skull as he grinded his pelvis into her, hands placed right next to her face at each side with her head in the middle, wet ‘ plap, plap, plap-’ sounds coming from their connected sexes as his left eye twitched at the sight of her pleasure and satisfaction, her mouth opening slightly and lips parting so invitingly he had to work his tongue between them and kiss her as he continued to press himself into her before pulling out just a slight bit to set a slow pace. Her sensitive skin flushing a shade of light red as he let out a gasp at her pussy continuously tightening in waves in a natural rhythmic manner.
And Rosa. Rosa. Rosa-
With a soft choke on his own tongue, he could barely catch his own release in his hand, staining it as he doubled over.
Rosa was still sleeping ever so peacefully as she had always done as if nothing happened. As if Vyn wasn’t a disgusting human being who didn’t deserve her.
He calmed his breathing slowly but surely, the high he had just experienced far more intense than anything else he had felt before. Vyn silently took a tissue from her nightstand, wiping away the cum from his hand and in between his fingers before sighing loudly, hanging his head low in disappointment.
He didn’t touch her. So it was alright.
Right?
Rosa didn’t have to know.