To my Dark Knight....

The nights are long without you, my Dark Knight. Your absence carves a hollow in my bed and in my head, but it’s in my dreams that you linger — like smoke that stains silk, wrapping around my body in the sweetest torment.

Each evening, I close my eyes and summon you. You come to me then, a phantom of desire, cloaked in shadows and heat. You say nothing — but your eyes, gods, those eyes speak of the hunger you carry for me. And mine for you? It's untamed. Untouchable. Except in dreams where reality bends to our lust.

In the dark, I feel you…

Your breath at my neck, hot and uneven.

Your hands — those broad, commanding hands — sliding up my thighs as if they know no patience, no mercy.

And I welcome the invasion.

I part for you like a flower to sunlight, aching, needing, begging.

But when I wake, you are gone. Just heat and a soaked sheet where your body should be.

I am forced to become my own relief — stroking myself with trembling fingers, whispering your name, pretending it’s your voice in my ear, your tongue between my thighs, your hips pinning me down as you take me over and over, the way only you know how.

The nights are long without you, my Dark Knight. Your absence carves a hollow in my bed, but it’s in my dreams that you linger — like smoke that stains silk, wrapping around my body in the sweetest torment.

Each evening, I close my eyes and summon you. You come to me then, a phantom of desire, cloaked in shadows and heat.

You say nothing — but your eyes, gods, those eyes speak of the hunger you carry for me.

And mine for you?

It's untamed. Untouchable. Except in dreams where reality bends to our lust.

In the dark, I feel you…

Your breath at my neck, hot and uneven.

Your hands — those broad, commanding hands — sliding up my thighs as if they know no patience, no mercy.

And I welcome the invasion.

I part for you like a flower to sunlight, aching, needing, begging.

But when I wake, you are gone. Just heat and a soaked sheet where your body should be.

I am forced to become my own relief — stroking myself with trembling fingers, whispering your name, pretending it’s your voice in my ear, your tongue between my thighs, your hips pinning me down as you take me over and over, the way only you know how.

I arch, I moan, I climax — but still, it's never enough. It only reminds me of what I truly crave.

You.

Inside me.

Commanding me.

Ruining me.

My thighs are already slick with want, my nipples pebbling in anticipation.

My body remembers you, even if my mind tries to deny how much I’ve missed you.

Then I hear it.

Your voice — low, rasped like gravel dipped in honey — “Miss me?”

I sit up, heart pounding, breath shallow. “Always,” I whisper.

Stepping into the moonlight, dark hair tousled, eyes burning like coals, dressed in shadow and sin. A black shirt clings to your chest, open just enough for me to glimpse what I once licked, the strength I once clawed at in ecstasy.

I can’t move. I ache, paralyzed by need.

But you don't wait. You stalk toward me, and in a single sweep, you're on top of me — caging me in, pressing me down. I feel the hard weight of your arousal against my thigh, and I writhe, shameless and hungry.

“You touched yourself thinking of me,” you growl in my ear.

I nod, gasping. “Every night.”

You kiss me then — not soft, not sweet. It's ravenous. Like a man gone mad from thirst finally tasting water.

Your tongue invade my mouth, claiming, branding.

Your hands grip my wrists and pin them behind my back, while your thigh parts mine, sliding between them with cruel, perfect pressure.

“You’re so wet for me,” you mutter against my throat, biting, sucking, making my skin your territory again.

Your hand moves down, fingers slicking over my folds. Circling, teasing, then plunges deep. I cry out, bucking, legs wrapping around you like vines. You turn me around.

But it isn’t enough. I want all of you.

I need to be filled — ruined again.

You sense it. Pull back just enough to look into my eyes.

“Tell me what you want, babe”

“You. Inside me. Now.”

And with a wicked grin, you obey. I dont need to tell you where I need you. Pushing me into the matress.

You fill me in one delicious thrust — hard and slow.

My back arches, your name a chant on my lips. You move like a man possessed, hips slamming into mine, each stroke igniting stars behind my eyes. I rip my arms out of captivity, grabbing onto sheets as you grab my hips..i drag my nails on the sheets latching onto your wrists in a plea, and Knowing that I need you to fill me.. feverishly I whisper my wish... you groan like a beast unchained.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

The bed rocks beneath us, the world blurs, and I fall apart in you arms — moaning, crying, trembling as you follows me over the edge with a guttural roar that shakes the walls of this dream realm.

I arch, I moan, I climax — but still, it's never enough. It only reminds me of what I *truly* crave.

You.

Inside me.

Commanding me.

Ruining me.

Wherever you are, I hope you feel it — the pull. The throb of my want.

I’ll be waiting,fire in my eyes, skin bare, soul burning, always hungry for the next taste of your darkness.

Until then, I’ll find you in the corners of my dreams… and scream your name into my pillow like a prayer.

Your aching, ravenous Slave