Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

[samgreenvalley]

"Menaka," he said, his voice hoarse. "I—"
 
"Don't." She pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't say anything. Just feel."
 
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her—hard, demanding, nothing gentle about it. She responded immediately, her body melting against his, her mouth opening to him.
 
"Tell me," he growled against her lips. "Tell me what you want."
 
"You know what I want." She reached down and unbuckled his belt. "I want you to reclaim me. I want you to fuck me like I'm yours. I want you to remind me why I chose you."
 
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. "Say it."
 
"I'm yours." Her voice was breathless. "I've always been yours."
 
"But you let them touch you."
 
"Because they couldn't have me. Not really. They could fuck me, but they couldn't own me. Only you can do that."
 
He bit her neck, hard, and she gasped. "Damn right."
 
His hands roamed her body, tracing the marks left by other men, claiming them as his. Her hands worked his belt, his zipper, freeing his aching cock.
 
"Look at me," he commanded.
 
She looked into his eyes, her gaze steady.
 
"This is mine," he said, pressing his cock against her slick entrance. "All of this. Every inch. Every mark. Every memory. Mine."
 
"Yes."
 
But then he stopped. He pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.
 
"What—" Menaka started, confusion flickering across her face. "What are you doing?"
 
Dara stared at her, his expression shifting from lust to something else—something darker, more complicated. "I need to think," he said, his voice strained. "I need to figure this out."
 
He stepped away from her, tucking himself back into his pants with shaking hands.
 
"Dara—" She reached for him, but he moved away.
 
"I'll be back," he said, his voice flat. "I just... I need a minute."
 
He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the pre-dawn darkness. The door swung shut behind him with a hollow clang.
 
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