tremble little lion man , danika

[TRISTAN STONE]

cause if i do, you'll need a miracle

i have the tendency of getting physical

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his wounds had recovered in weeks, effectively allowing him to move his arm again and not be confided to a sling which he wanted to put a hole into the doctor’s head for even suggesting. his violent ways had gotten worse, far worse than usual as he was in mood to be played with the way that he had been, humiliated even on his own turf. scowling as he sat in the living room, in near darkness except for the small lantern that was sitting beside him on the stand while his position continued to change, unable to be sleep and unable to calm himself. he just really needed to hit something and when his fist suddenly collided with the floor, he let out a string of curses while holding his hand but the sound of footsteps had his lips zipping up quickly as his darkened and he quickly flicked off the lantern and left the room to fall into a pit of black. his dark eyes watched the shadows, slowly adjusting to the surroundings until he noticed a figure standing in the doorway. the curves were undeniable as she had the hour glass shape that made him lick his lips with interest, rising off the couch and clicking his tongue, ”now pet, who let you out of the bedroom?”

[/b] he asked, taking the needed steps to put himself closer to her. his body hid well with the shadows, his voice traveling in the rather small room that allowed echoing. ”did the big bad wind scare the sweet little kitten?”[/b] he taunted, moving so his figure was behind her before he suddenly grabbed onto her. he was sure of who this was and the feeling of her creamy skin under his fingertips had his own skin tingling with delight about the ideas of what to do. his hand slipped across her mouth, pushing her head into his shoulder while his teeth found the shell of her ear and he harshly bit down on her earlobe, ”hey kitten.”[/b] he purred, his tongue flicking out to soothe the bite while his hand remained pressed against her mouth, only allowing muffling sounds to be heard, ”shh you know we aren’t alone in this damned place, and I would hate to be interrupted..”[/b] he hissed in her ear, giving the arm that was around her waist a squeeze to indicate that she should remain rather silent unless she wanted to suffer the consequences, and tristan was not kind in his punishments, even with his pet.
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[danika]

Danika was on edge... The storm was almost more than she could handle in the moment. She had certainly done a lot of changing over the last little while to be damned sure. Anyone who had once known the woman she was would be able to see it even upon first glance. It seemed as if there was nothing left of the woman that she had once been and she knew damned well that there was only one person in the world to blame... or thank... or whatever for that. Tristan Stone. She was worried in the moment and, strangely enough, for once, rather than being thankful that Tristan wasn't in the room to harass her, she found she didn't want to be alone. She'd take the sensation of his hands crudely against her skin over the idea that she was going to have to weather this one out alone, so she slid off the bed, wrapped a robe around her naked body and made her way off to find him.

She remained silent when he asked her who had let her out of the room. She was damned sure they both knew the answer to that. She swallowed and turned her head away from him a moment when he asked if the wind had scared her. She was ashamed of it, but yes, it was frightening her to a degree. He pressed her head back and into his shoulder a moment later, his teeth biting down on the shell of her ear. She gave a startled cry, but it was muffled by his hand over her mouth. She closed her eyes a moment and counted backwards down from five. It was a tactic that she used entirely too often to get through his attentions.

She forced herself to relax against him a little, her breathing coming out in smoother increments as she finally blinked open her eyes. She was quiet. Deadly quiet. She knew that if she didn't do what he said, the punishment for it would be more than she could stand in the moment.

[TRISTAN STONE]

cause if i do, you'll need a miracle

i have the tendency of getting physical

.

he was never a kind man, even to those that he had a little bit of something that most people would call care but he called it possession. people were not allowed to touch what was his and the girl that currently pinned to his body by a hand around her mouth and an arm coiled around her waist was currently and forever, his. he had been training her, seducing her, tempting her to join the side that he had forever claimed himself king in, the dark side, the world of crime and lust and she seemed to be taking to the idea. his hand gripped her mouth tighter though as she gave out a startled cry, biting down on the skin just under her ear, ”shut the fuck up.”

[/b] he hissed loudly into her ear, giving her waist a tight squeeze as well to emphasize how fast he was able to crush her under his a single hand and he could, tristan felt that he had that power but a bullet to the head was just as good and a lot faster. dani was an important element in his life but if she was to betray him, backstab him or leave him wanting her more than he wanted, her life would end by the barrel of his gun and it would be without a bat of an eyelash in her direction in the end. he felt no remorse and when his hand started to snake up her side, gripping the curves of his body, his tongue was working on the skin of her neck, ”let’s see if you can be quiet without my hand over your luscious mouth….i need two hands for this part..”[/b], biting down on the skin of her neck, whispering the words with hot breath rolling down her neck before he released her completely. that moment of freedom lasted for only a second before dani was meant to be pinned to the large couch, on her back with her hands above her head. he was pressed into her, showing her just how easily she turned him on with her obedience and her all-around appearance which was rather tasteful and drove him insane every night. ”purr for me..”[/b]. his hand moving further down her stomach, heading for a common goal while his other hand was moving down her arms, which he expected to stay raised above her head, ”did the storm scare you?”[/b] he asked, soothing away her fears of the storm but leaving lasting ones of him as her night shirt was slowly lifted up and his lips found the skin of her stomach, laying butterfly kisses against her heated skin.
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