Fury and Desires
By Persephone
“Is that blood?” Clara’s voice trembled as she stepped closer, her gaze fixated on the crimson stain on Mark’s shirt. Panic twisted in her stomach. “Don’t worry, it’s not mine,” he replied, his voice low, but the tension in his posture was palpable. “That's supposed to reassure me?!?!” Clara shot back, anger mixing with concern. “What happened?” Mark clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening. “You were dancing with him again, weren’t you?”
“Dancing?” She blinked, confusion washing over her. “What are you talking about?” “The guy at the club,” he spat, his fists clenched. “I saw you with him.” “Mark, it was just dancing! You know how clubs get!” she pleaded, but her heart raced as she pieced together the scene in her mind. “Just dancing?” he echoed, frustration boiling over. “He got too close, and I couldn’t stand it.”
Clara’s breath caught as realization hit her. “You hit him, didn’t you?” Mark looked away, shame flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t want to see you with anyone else.” “Now there’s blood on you because of it!” she exclaimed, stepping back, the weight of his actions settling heavily between them.“It’s a reminder of how far I’d go to protect what’s mine,” he said, voice thick with emotion.
Clara searched his face, torn between anger and the undeniable pull she felt toward him. “And what if I don’t want to be protected like that?” “Not if you’re mine,” he replied, stepping closer again, the challenge sparking in his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she warned her heart racing.“I know,” he breathed, and in that moment, jealousy transformed into a different kind of heat.
Mark closed the distance, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that ignited the tension swirling between them. The world outside faded, leaving only their shared passion. As he pulled back, breathless, he whispered, “Then let’s play together.”
He snaked his right arm to the back of her neck, taking a tight clutch, and his left hand ran up her thighs, lifting the dress. His stern, domineering eyes held her spellbound. She wanted to stare into those eyes, wondering what might be beyond their darkness.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. She couldn’t think about the details, but she knew she wanted to be pleased. Clara huskily whispered “Pleasure”.
His left hand grabbed her ass in a gorilla grip. She winced, but in the flourishing excitement, the pain didn’t matter. She wanted more pain, she wanted to be put in her place, she wanted to be held there, against her will even. She wanted him to take advantage of his size over hers.
“This is not going to be soft and sweet, but rather hard and dirty, sweetheart.” Without warning, he ripped her panties from her body and inserted two fingers into her pussy. “You are so wet,” he said as he stroked her pussy with his hands.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “Come on.” She wooed him as if wooing a wild animal. She did not fully grasp this animal though. The plans he had for her were strictly pleasurable, but she had to be taught a lesson, never to make him jealous.
His fingers went into her pussy again, and then his fingers dug into her mouth. “Suck that off, bitch.” The demand to suck made her fearful for a split second. But she did suck and sucked exuberantly. He fingered her pussy again but with three fingers and brought the three to her mouth and shoved them in. She sucked off all the juiciness.
“Strip and get on the bed,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and arms wide.” He saw the look of surprise on her face, but it was gone in a flash. He tied her legs and arms to the bed frame and looked at her. She was a work of art, beautiful and patiently waiting to be pleased.
“Your little dance act made me skip my dinner plans, Clara, and now I’ma famished man,” he said. “Okay, I’m starving too, so could you just fuck me now and we can get a bite to eat after? I could go Chinese food” she replied, hearing him laugh
“Oh I plan to eat now,” he said as he strode towards her and planted his face between her legs, his tongue darted out and licked her clit and she gasped “Ah!”.
She had not been expecting that, but it felt good. He licked all around her pussy, sucked her clit, then inserted his tongue into her pussy. As he licked and sucked her pussy, she wanted to grab his hair, but her hands were tied.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers and moved his tongue to her clit. He used his free hand to play with her nipples making them hard. He moved his head towards her breast and sucked each nipple into his mouth with the same rhythm he was fingering her pussy.
The pleasure was intense, it had her moaning and shaking, she was on the verge of an orgasm when he removed his hands from her pussy and lifted his head from her breast. “WHAT! NO! Don’t stop, I was almost there” she said. Again, he chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, you will get there again soon, Sweetheart.”
He retrieved her vibrator placed on her pussy, flicked the switch, and watched her eyes widen, he had her just where he wanted her. Setting the vibration to wave, he watched her being pleased by the toy. She released moans and thrashed her head from left to right. He knew she was about to cum, so he turned off the vibrator. “MARK!!” she yelled from frustration and he chuckled. “Very soon, Sweetheart, you will get your pleasure.”
Clara was beyond frustrated; he had denied her pleasure twice. Mark released the restraints from her legs and then her arms. She pulled him onto the bed, startling him. "No more games," she demanded, "I want you to fuck to me right now!"
Without hesitation, Mark swiftly swapped their positions and plunged into her with one powerful and unrelenting thrust. "Oh my god, Mark!" She cried out as an intense orgasm crashed over her. Her body trembled uncontrollably as he continued to pump into her. He applied gentle pressure to her throat, a contrast to the rough pounding she was receiving below. She moaned in pleasure as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, penetrating even deeper inside of her. Another climax washed over her, but Mark wasn't finished yet.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he said and shifted to them the full-length mirror in the room.He pulled her arms back and thrust into her from behind with full force. This is how she had always wanted to be fucked; she could feel herself creaming his cock. His thrust became faster and harder and she could tell he was about to cum. He kept fucking her pussy like a possessed man, but it felt so good and warm. He gave one more thrust and let out a hoarse cry as he ejaculated deep in her cunt.
Mark carefully lifted her back onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees. He returned to pleasuring her with his tongue, tracing delicate circles around her swollen clit. As her arousal grew, he deftly inserted two fingers inside of her, feeling her tighten around them as she neared orgasm. Sensing she was on the brink, Mark applied pressure on just the right spot and felt her tremble beneath him. With a primal cry, she released in a powerful burst, and he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, savouring every moment of her uncontrollable pleasure.
Mark carefully lays her limp body in the bed, her breaths shallow and ragged from the pleasure they had both just experienced.
As they caught their breath, Clara looked into Mark’s eyes. “We can’t let jealousy control us. Mark sighed. “I know. I just don’t want to lose you.” “You won’t,” she reassured him. “But we need to communicate.” He nodded, the tension easing. “I’ll work on that.” They shared a gentle kiss, and Clara suggested, “Let’s start fresh.” “Together,” he replied, smiling.
As dawn broke, they talked and laughed, building a foundation of trust. Clara felt peace settle within her; they were ready to face the future together.
The Quarrel and The Love
ad some foreplay it will be the best ... Worth reading 
I ried my very best to write my thoughts hahaha
very well written
