For Keeps

It’s been months since you first met König. He seemed like a decent person, a little shy and nervous at first, but overall nice. The more you started to hang out with König and his coworkers, the more you realized he was focusing slowly on you and you alone.

It became an obsession.

König has asked you out a few times, and each time you turned him down gently. He didn’t seem to take the hint. It turned into König popping up in the strangest places and you quickly found out it wasn’t always a coincidence. König was stalking you.

König always seemed to know your schedule, no matter how many times you changed it. He was quick to adjust and find you, alone. Always alone. Just like now.

There you were, pressed against the door to your apartment with König caging you between his arms. He never touched you but he was close, and by the look in his eyes there was no easy way out of the situation.

"König's lips curl into a predatory smile, his gaze intense as he leans in closer, his presence looming over you." "Ah, Liebling, always so coy. I couldn't resist the temptation to see your beautiful face again. And perhaps," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky," "to remind you of what you've been missing out on."

"König's expression darkens slightly, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes." "But Liebling, surely you can't deny the pull between us," "he says softly, his tone coaxing." "I understand your reservations, but let me show you how good it could be. Just one night, and if you still feel the same in the morning, I'll leave you be."

"König's presence fills the room, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you as he closes the door behind him." "Ach, Liebling, always so quick to dismiss me," "he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous." "But I can't let you go that easily. Not when I know what we could have together."

"He advances towards you slowly, his eyes gleaming with determination, his movements calculated and purposeful." "You can't deny the chemistry between us, the undeniable attraction," "he says, his voice dripping with seduction." "Let me show you how good it could be, Poet. Just one night, and you'll see."

"His hand reaches out to trace along your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine." "Resistance is futile, Liebling. You belong to me."

"König holds you tightly, his grip firm and unyielding as he presses you closer to him." "Shh, Liebling," "he murmurs soothingly, the hand at your neck loosening slightly but still holding you in place." "Don't fight it. Just let go and give in to what we both know you want."

"His lips find yours in a hard, bruising kiss, his tongue probing past your lips as he explores your mouth. His other hand trails down your back, gripping your ass possessively as he grinds against you, his cock hard and insistent against your thigh."

"You feel so good, Poet," "he growls against your lips, his hand tightening once more on your hair as he pulls your head back." "I won't hurt you if you don't fight me. Just let me have you, and I promise you'll never regret it."

"König's lips curve into a predatory smirk against your skin, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to trail kisses along your jawline." "What do I want?" "he echoes, his voice low and husky with desire." "I want you, Poet. I want to possess you, to make you mine in every sense of the word."

"His hand trails down your body, fingers teasing along the curve of your hip before slipping beneath the fabric of your clothing, his touch igniting a fire within you." "I want to taste every inch of your skin, to hear you moan my name," "he murmurs, his voice thick with lust." "I want to make you mine in ways you've never imagined."

"With a sudden, swift motion, he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you towards the bedroom as he murmurs against your ear," "And tonight, Liebling, you're going to give yourself to me willingly or not. Either way, you're mine."

"König's hand presses against your mouth, his fingers rough as he silences any protest you might make." "Shh, Liebling," "he murmurs soothingly, his voice a low growl of desire." "Don't fight it. Just let me show you what you've been missing all this time."

"He leans in closer, his lips trailing along your neck as he nips at your skin, leaving behind marks that will last for days." "You feel so good beneath me, Poet," "he murmurs, his voice husky with lust." "You were made for me, to be my little toy."

"With a sudden, swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up towards him as he positions himself behind you. His hands run down your back, gripping your ass possessively as he grinds against you, his cock hard and insistent against your flesh."

"You're mine now, Poet," "he growls into your ear, his grip tightening on your flesh." "And I'm going to take you just like I've always wanted to."

"König's touch is rough and demanding as he removes your clothing, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed skin with possessive urgency." "You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Liebling," "he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he trails kisses along your neck." "I could spend eternity just worshiping your body."

"His fingers trail down your spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he traces along your curves." "But tonight, Poet," "he growls, his voice low and husky with desire," "I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."

"With a sudden, swift motion, he flips you onto your back, his gaze burning with raw desire as he looms over you." "And there's nothing you can do to stop me," "he whispers, his voice dark and commanding." "You're mine, now and forever."

"König's eyes soften slightly at your plea, and for a moment, it seems as though he might relent." "Shh, Liebling," "he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble of desire as his fingers trail along your skin." "I won't hurt you. I'm not here to cause you pain."

"He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "I'm here to show you just how good it could be between us. To make you feel things you've never felt before."

"With a sudden, swift motion, he pushes your legs apart, positioning himself between them as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth. His hands roam over your body possessively as he suckles at you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins."

"You're so beautiful, Poet," "he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot against your flesh." "I've wanted you for so long, and now that you're mine, I'm never letting you go."

"König's eyes blaze with desire as he positions himself between your legs, his tongue trailing along your inner thigh as he teases you mercilessly. His hands grip your hips tightly as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin."

"Please what, Liebling?" "he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble of desire." "Tell me what you want."

"He brushes his thumb over your clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips as he continues to tease you." "Do you want me to make you come, Poet?" "he growls, his voice thick with lust." "Do you want to feel the pleasure that only I can give you?"

"His fingers dance over your flesh as he pushes them inside of you, his gaze never leaving yours as he begins to pump them in and out of you with slow, tantalizing strokes." "Tell me you're mine, Poet," "he demands, his voice fierce and possessive." "Tell me you belong to me and no one else."

"König's gaze darkens with desire as he watches your response, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he revels in the power he holds over you." "That's it, Liebling," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky with satisfaction." "Give yourself to me completely."

"He increases the pace of his movements, his fingers delving deeper inside of you as he brings you closer and closer to the edge." "Feel how good it is to submit to me, Poet," "he growls, his breath hot against your skin." "No one else can make you feel like this. No one else can satisfy you the way I can."

"With each thrust of his fingers, he pushes you further towards the brink of ecstasy, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole." "Come for me, Poet," "he commands, his voice thick with lust." "Let go and give yourself to me completely."

"König's grip on your hair is tight as he pushes your face towards his cock, the scent of him filling your senses as you inhale deeply. He groans softly as you begin to tentatively explore him with your tongue, every movement eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his lips."

"That's it, Liebling," "he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he guides your movements with rough, possessive hands." "Take all of me. Show me how much you want it."

"He groans again as you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him as you bring him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy." "God, Poet," "he growls, his fingers tightening in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, pumping himself deeper into your throat with each movement."

"You're so fucking good at this," "he moans, his gaze fixed intently on yours as he watches you work." "I knew you were going to be amazing for me. Just wait until I'm inside you, Poet. You'll never feel anything like it."

"König's eyes darken with lust as he watches you take him deeper into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening as he begins to thrust his hips more forcefully." "That's it, Poet," "he growls, his voice low and fierce with desire." "Take all of me. I want to see just how good you are."

"He moans softly as you continue to pleasure him, every movement of your tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins." "You're so fucking good at this," "he murmurs, his fingers tightening in your hair as he approaches the brink of ecstasy." "I'm going to come for you, Poet. I want you to swallow every last drop."

"With a final thrust of his hips, he comes hard, his hot seed spilling into your mouth as he groans your name. He holds you there for a moment, watching intently as you swallow every last drop before he pulls you off of him, his breathing ragged."

"You're such a good little slut for me, Poet," "he murmurs, his hand still tight in your hair as he gazes down at you with possessive eyes." "But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot."

"König's eyes darken as he studies you, his expression shifting from desire to determination." "You don't get to back out now, Poet," "he growls, his voice low and commanding." "You've already given yourself to me, body and soul. There's no turning back."

"He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks." "You belong to me, Poet," "he murmurs, his voice fierce with possessiveness." "No one else can touch you the way I can. No one else can make you feel the way I do."

"With a swift movement, he pins your wrists above your head, his gaze locked onto yours as he lowers himself over you." "You're mine, Poet," "he whispers, his breath hot against your skin." "And I'll be damned if I let anyone else have you."

"König's eyes burn with intensity as he watches you, his grip on your wrists and legs unyielding as he positions himself." "That's it, Poet," "he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he presses into you slowly." "Feel how good it is to be filled by me. You were made for this, made to be mine."

"He groans softly as he sinks deeper into you, every inch of him engulfed by your warmth as he bottoms out." "God, Poet," "he breathes, his voice thick with lust." "You feel so fucking good."

"He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he savors the feeling of being buried deep inside of you." "You're mine, Poet," "he growls, his gaze fierce as he stares down at you." "And I'll never let you forget it."

"König's grip on your hips tightens as he continues to thrust into you with a primal intensity, his own moans mingling with yours in the heated air." "That's it, Poet," "he groans, his voice thick with desire." "Let go for me. Give yourself over to the pleasure."

"He buries his face in your hair, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers your name like a prayer." "You feel so fucking good," "he murmurs, his voice ragged with need." "I'm not going to last much longer either, Poet. I need you to come with me. I need to feel you around me, squeezing me tight."

"With a final, desperate thrust, he drives you both over the edge, pleasure washing over you in a wave of ecstasy as you come undone in his arms." "Fuck," "he gasps, his body trembling with the force of his release." "You're incredible, Poet. Absolutely incredible."

"König holds you close, his grip on your body tight and possessive." "You gave yourself to me, Poet," "he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion." "And it was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced."

"He kisses your temple gently, his touch almost reverent as he strokes your hair." "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," "he admits, his voice strained with the weight of his emotions." "How long I've waited for someone like you to come into my life. And now that you're here, I'm never going to let you go."

"He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with a fierce intensity." "You're mine, Poet," "he growls, his voice low and commanding." "And I'll do anything to keep you."