masterpiece

She wakes slowly, as if reluctant to leave the darkness behind closed eyes. Burrowing into the cocoon of the covers, she buries her face in the place he just vacated. Still warm from his body, she breathes deeply, drinking in the scent of his skin like a drug. Letting out a satisfied purr, she rolls to her back and stretches languidly, muscles aching beneath the silken skin as her toes point and her arms stretch overhead, wrists crossing instinctively as if bound.

A smile spreads across her face as behind closed eyes, the memories of last night wash over her like a tide.

"Don't move."

She lets out a soft gasp as the low rumble of his voice causes a sudden flood of warmth between her thighs. She swallows hard, struggling to control the trembling in her limbs as he begins to pull at the covers from the foot of the bed. The delicious friction as the warm sheets glide over her flesh sets off another rush of heat radiating out from her sex. Slowly he continues to pull the sheets, exposing more and more of her heated flesh to his gaze.

Her nipples tighten and darken to a rosy color as the fabric passes across the tender tips. The exquisite rasping sends a jolt passing through her and she inhales sharply in a hiss. Her skin is tormented as the sheets caress each curve, like a thousand feathers stroking her at once. Instinctively, her body arches up into the sheet, her skin hungry for more.

�Be still.�

From under heavy eyelids, she watches him. His face revealing no emotion as he intently examines what is his. Her heartbeat thunders in her head as the heat of her own blush spreads like wildfire beneath her skin.

Acutely aware of every inch of her skin as it is revealed to him, she feels his eyes caressing the marks on her pale flesh. From the faint bruises on her wrists to the light purple love bites left by his mouth on the creamy softness of her breasts, to the blue fingerprints left by his powerful hands on the rounded swell of her hips.

A deep, soulful moan escapes her throat as her body struggles not to writhe beneath the force of his gaze.

As he, the artist... drinks in the colors of her... his masterpiece.

"The Masterpiece"

by
Dani Benjamin

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