the garden | michael langdon

chapter three; twilight.

authors note: CAUTION graphic sexual content ahead. (also i am extremely tired so apologies if there are any mistakes ((plus im not entirely confident in my ability to write smut so))

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"I wish to show you the darkness you are so afraid of. Trust me. This darkness is a place you can enter and be as safe as you are anywhere; you can put one foot in front of the other and believe the sides of your eyes. Memorize it. You will know it again in your own time. When the appearances of things have left you, you will still have this darkness. Something of your own you can carry with you." -Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems II; 1976-1986.

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He discarded the remains of the fruit by tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder, not caring where it may land. He captured her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, relishing the lingering taste of pomegranate on her tongue.

"Give yourself over to me, to pleasure." He whispered as he climbed on top of her, his breath hot on her sensitive skin. "I know that you want it. You want it so badly, you've even dreamt it."

Her eyes widened in shock. "How do you-"

"I have my ways." He said, his voice smooth and sultry. "Let me finish what I started."

She felt herself burn under his fiery touch as she confirmed her consent with a shy, tentative kiss. Her gentleness seemed to throw him off balance.

"Good things so often leave me." He spoke quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. She thought he had all the control and she was merely his prey, but it was then that she realized he was just as drawn to her as she was to him, and this in itself was a power; he wants to bury himself in the light of her glow just as much as she should like to drown in the shadows of his twilight.

Their hands now roaming each other's bodies, his touch was much less fervent and desperate than it had been before. It felt softer and more caring as their intentions shifted from the frenzied heat of passion to the purest act of love.

"I want to see you, all of you. I want to look upon you as you were meant to be seen." He pulled her purple dress off carefully, the material slowly dragging down her sensitive form, revealing her white cotton undergarments. He took his time undressing her, relishing in every expanse of skin that was revealed to him. Like a kid on Christmas morning, he unwrapped her like the most sacred of gifts.

And then she was finally bare, laid naked before him she did not feel any apprehension or reservation; to have his eyes study her in her most natural state of being, it simply felt right.

"Beautiful, every inch." He whispered as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of innocence.

With his light touch, his ring-clad fingers explored her naked form, the flesh soft and responsive to every brush of his hand as he discovered which parts of her he liked especially, and where she liked to be touched. He deduced from the soft moans and the quickening of her breath that she particularly liked the cool contrast of his rings against her warm skin as he dragged his knuckles down from the valley of her breasts down to the aching mound between her legs.

Kneeling down at the end of the bed, he wrapped his muscular arms around her legs and gently pulled her closer to him. She mewled and writhed with anticipation as he pressed little kisses to the inside of her thighs, occasionally nipping at the flesh with his teeth, delighting in the noises she made in response.

The feeling of his breath mere inches away from the area which was now so sensitive, almost painfully so, was torturous enough but when his tongue finally made it's way from the crook of her thigh to centre of her heat, she thought she might honestly scream. He started off tentatively, noting each action that made vulgarities tumble from her mouth. He licked and sucked at her bud in a tormentingly slow fashion, until Primrose took initiative and entagled her fingers in his long, golden locks, quietly begging him for more.

Michael pulled his mouth away from her clit briefly, to which she let out a small cry, which soon turned into a loud moan as she felt the alien sensation of his finger gently nudging inside her. She hissed as he plunged a second finger inside her shortly thereafter, her body arching upward as he began to thrust them inside her. The feeling of his fingers inside her, the cold metal of his rings sending shockwaves through her entire body with every plunge, was quickly driving her to a state of sheer ecstasy she had not known was even achievable before.

Just as she felt a coil tightening within her, ready to explode at any moment, he withdrew from her abruptly.

"Michael." She whined at the loss of contact.

"Need to be inside you when you come." He mumbled his explanation, hurriedly fiddling with his belt.

Towering over her as he discarded his refined clothing piece by piece, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her up to sit in his lap, the contrasting feeling of his cold, naked thigh against her exposed heat making her gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck." She moaned as his lips wrapped around the perky bud of her breast. The sensation of his mouth sucking on her sensitive nipple was overbearingly erotic, her hips began to grind against his thigh, searching for release.

"No more waiting," She panted. "Need you now."

Michael ceased his actions and looked deeply into her eyes. "Are you sure you're ready?"

She nodded and bestowed the smallest of kisses to the tip of his nose, to which he smiled one of his rare smiles, the kind that actually reached his eyes.

Slowly and carefully, he used his hand to guide his aching member inside of her, swallowing the loud moan that erupted from her mouth with his kiss. He released her from his kiss as soon as he was fully sheathed within her heat. She panted against his shoulder as she got used to the full feeling of his throbbing cock inside of her. It wasn't as painful as she had anticipated, but it was unfamiliar, to say the least.

"We go at your pace, sweetheart." He said, peppering kisses along the crook of her neck, all the way down to the dips of her collarbones.

She gave a nod of understanding as words failed her; the current sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She lifted her hips experimentally and then slammed them back down; both of them crying out in pleasure from her actions.

Slowly but surely she found her rhythm, with every plunge she felt her trepidation melt away and in its place she felt pure exultation. So much built up tension and anticipation lay thick between them, they both knew neither of them would last very long.

His mouth once again pressed against hers, his hands trailed down from her stomach toward the sensitive bud between her legs.

"Oh, right there Michael, please." She cried out, the combined feeling of his hands and his cock proving too much for Prim as she felt the makings of her orgasm building deep within her belly.

"That's it, baby." He cooed, encouragingly. "Come for me."

He could feel her walls gradually tightening and spasming as they moved together, not just intertwining their bodies but also their souls. The light sheen of sweat on their skin was made visible by the dim candlelight as they each desperately searched for their own release.

"I-i... love you!" She exclaimed, as her orgasm tore through her. Her mind blanked as the feeling washed over her in waves, the sensation too pleasurable for her to think of anything other than him. He followed quickly after, spurting his seed deep inside her, collapsing on top of her with a groan as their heads hit the pillows.

"I love you too." He replied breathlessly.

They spent a few moments like this, naked atop his sheets, trying to regulate their breathing. Michael looked over at Primrose and noticed her stifling a yawn and took it upon himself to pull the blanket from underneath them and draped it over them both. Gathering her up with his arms, he held her tired body close to his chest.

"You are the only light I have ever known." He said quietly before placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

She felt the ancient presence once more, it was calling out to her and lulling her into deep unconsciousness.

She found herself peacefully drifting off to sleep, lost in the feeling of being in Michael's arms.