I'M HIS?

ORION.

Harro slender, athletic looking legs wrapped elegantly around my waist as he straddled me on the bed. His pink, pouty lip was caught between his teeth, and his gaze locked onto mine with an endearing intensity.

"Again?" I asked, his instant nod was infused with a boyish charm that made me wonder if this was the same confident, mischievous individual who had stormed into my life, demanding my surrender a few weeks ago.

"I'm all yours," I whispered, cupping his face in my hands. "You're the only one I want to do this with." Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, our moans intertwining as our mouths danced together. "I'm serious." I breathed against his lips, gently nipping at his skin. His smile was radiant, and our lips clashed once more, for the hundredth today.

Following Harro's adorable tantrum he threw this morning over my shirtless basketball escapade, he proceeded to 'claim' every inch of my body as his own. We've been locked up in his room ever since, his little sanctuary to protect me from Azalea's clutches.

When a staff member arrived to summon us for breakfast, he cleverly cited jet lag as an excuse, requesting that our meals be brought to his room instead. His grandmother, seemingly oblivious to his true motives, graciously granted his request, ordering us to rest.

Little did she know, she was inadvertently granting him exactly what he desired – a chaperoned reprieve from Azalea's advances, ensuring that I remained safely out of her reach. His eyes still smoldered with a hint of jealousy, a sentiment I found both endearing and intriguing.

I proposed a solution - a calm, rational conversation with Azalea to reassure her of my devotion to him alone. However, his stubborn resolve remained unshaken. In a bid to prove his seriousness, he literally climbed onto me, pinning me down on the bed with a gentle yet firm grasp. His actions were adorable, and I couldn't help but be charmed by his childlike behavior.

The words I'd spoken to him were genuine; I had no desire for anyone else. There was something intriguing about him that drew me in, something that awakened a part of me I never knew existed. Since meeting him, I've undergone a subtle transformation - one that left me feeling more at peace, more connected to my true self. When we were together, my mind and body seemed to harmonize, surrendering to the moment. All inhibitions faded away, replaced by an unbridled sense of freedom.

"I hope you're not exhausted yet?" he asked bringing me out of my thoughts, a condom clutched between his teeth, his voice tinged with a daring challenge. His eyes locked onto mine, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered, his words dripping with desire. "I want you to fuck me so hard that our bodies become one. I want the mere sight of me to arouse you long after this."

A spark of anticipation ignited between us, and I couldn't resist the allure. With a swift motion, I flipped him over, positioning myself atop him. My body hovered just above his, our skin almost touching.

"Your wish is my command," I whispered, my breath dancing across his skin. I nibbled on his earlobe, feeling his body respond to my teasing touch.

The air was electric, the tension palpable. My heart raced in anticipation as I leaned closer, our lips almost touching. With that, I surrendered to my desire, giving him exactly what he craved.

I'm getting very familiar with how he is in bed, very possessive and demanding, I've noticed that one of his favorite things to do when we're making love is to fight me for dominance. The feel of his warm hands as he pins my wrists above my head would send electric shivers through my body, igniting a thrilling energy between us.

He would straddle me with a playful glint in his eyes, his weight pressing me into the sheets as he kisses me, making my heart race. It's cute, really, because I'm physically bigger than he is, yet I surrender willingly to his playful authority. Why? Because well...he's got me wrapped around his fingers, every touch igniting a fire within me that I can't resist. I can't say no to him, and I love surrendering to him and I wouldn't change a thing about this delightful dance of dominance and submission we've got going on.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon after lunch in bed, a sanctuary of pleasure where we lost ourselves in each other's bodies. The room was filled with the sultry sounds of our passion—soft moans, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath us. Every kiss ignited fires of desire; every caress sent shivers coursing down my spine.

Each time I thought we were spent, his desire only seemed to grow, feeding the flames of our insatiable need for one another. Our bodies intertwined, surrendering to the rhythm of our shared ecstasy, leaving us breathless and exhilarated, yet craving the next wave of pleasure that awaited us.

When we weren't lost in soft whispers talking about ourselves, we were ravaging each other like starved beasts, hands roaming as we explored every inch of skin, every secret curve. I lost count of how many times we fucked, yet Harro's eyes still burned with an insatiable hunger, as if he could never get enough of me, the intensity of his gaze left me breathless, and I knew that I was just as consumed by him.