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Marinette struggled against him, but he had an iron grip on her. Felix’s hand was upon her neck. His body pressed against her. Ten minutes prior, he had been the image of the perfect businessman. Cold. Calculating. Consistent. But the image of the man against her radiated heat. He had long ago lost his tie and vest. His sleeves were rolled up, and his hair out of place.
“Do you know who I am?” His voice was calm and collected against her ear, and she nodded as best she could. His hand tightened its grip on her throat, and her core tightened. “Then you know what I’m going to do to you?” The words slid down her spine, and she clinched again. Another nod.
His free hand wandered down to the hem of her shirt, then snaked its way back up along her skin. “My brother will be angry.” He whispered nonchalantly.
The ragged sound coming out of her was a sound she had never heard herself make. Tears were already starting to form at the corner of her eyes. “Let him.” Mariette gasped out, barely catching her breath from the way he was all but choking her.
Felix growled at her words, and his lips crashed against hers, taking the last of her breath with it. Her back arched at the sensation of falling, and with the movement, she opened herself up more for him. Fingers dug into her breast, not caring to be gentle. They scorched her skin, bruising her. She would remember this touch tomorrow…and the next day…and the next. Finger nails leaving marks upon her. Just as her vision was starting to see spots, he released her mouth and lessened his hold on her neck.
The hand around her neck moved to her hands, holding her wrists together. “I’m going to devour you.” His mouth went to her neck, biting gently at first, then with more force as her gasps became more vocal. “I’m going to mark you as mine.” His hot breath, no longer as calm as it had begun, promised dangerous things.
Marinette’s body shook at each touch. His mouth traveled along her skin leaving love bites along her neck and collarbone, some drawing blood. His fingers of his free hand reached down and pressed between her legs, and she found her body grinding against his fingers. His own body reacted to the movement, and she felt him hard against her thigh. Through her blurred vision, she saw the smug satisfaction across his face as she fucked herself against his hand.
He was rough with her, lifting her by her wrists until her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hard arousal was now pressed against her core, and she once more ground against him. She was no longer in control of her body, simply reacting to what felt the most pleasurable. She trembled and writhed. Felix’s hand dug into her thigh, controlling the motions as he began to hump into her, still clothed. His other hand left her wrists and went to her hair, yanking her head back. Marinette never knew she could associate pain with passion and pleasure, but Felix was showing her an entirely new side of intimacy.
The sounds from the other room reminded them that people were approaching, and Felix shifted their position, pressing her back against the wall as he clicked the lock into place. He never once stopped his motions, and she found herself kissing him, biting at his bottom lip and wanting to bring him the same feelings he was evoking in her. This brought a groan from his lips, and his motions grew faster and faster until she was gasping against him.
Intimacy had always been naked. Intimacy had always been gentle. Intimacy had always been about a man and a woman coming together in a loving embrace.
With Felix, intimacy was primal. Intimacy was bodies scorched and writhing and gasping. Intimacy was trusting that even as he stole the life from her, he would never kill her. Intimacy was knowing that she could let go of everything that happened outside that door, and allow Felix to be the only thing that existed.
His hand moved back to her neck, and she moaned as the pressure once again cut off her supply of air. It was as if he knew exactly what buttons to push, and as her body crashed against him and she screamed out, there wasn’t enough breath in her to make a sound. It prolonged her pleasure and when he finally let go, her gasps for air left her clinging to his body.
His motions continued, and somewhere along the way, he had released himself in his pants. There was a silence that permeated the room, and as quickly as the passion was raised, it depleted back into a cool longing. She began to fall from the high he had given her, and she felt goosebumps rise on her sensitive skin with his touch.
He held her close, and as he supported her weight, he began to pepper her neck with gentle kisses. The same man who had commanded her entire body now worshiped her, caressing her side, licking the bites he had left on her with loving tenderness.
“You’re a mess.” Marinette whispered to him, voice hoarse from his earlier abuse.
“You made me this way.” Felix answered with a haunted tone.
Another long silence, and then a knock came at the door. “Marinette…are you done?” Adrien’s voice called from the other side.
She looked at Felix, and his eyes were fire. “No…" She knew her voice didn't sound correctly, so she attempted to clear her throat and continued. "I need a few more minutes. I’ll…meet you outside in a bit.”