Chapter Text
The Hunter Association's cafeteria had begun to fill slowly. The steady trickle of bodies created a growing line at the counter, and the morning chatter began to swell, stealing away any peaceful silence that had once called the room home. Faye tucked herself at one of the metal tables towards the rear of the cafeteria, sipping at a mug of warm Breakfast tea. She had been there early to avoid the rush.
It had nothing to do with not being able to sleep last night. Her mind was too busy to sleep, and she was more focused on the past month's events and how the leader of Onychinus had crashed into her life. Yes, technically, he had saved her from some horrible fate. But Sylus didn't have to be a dick about it. Didn't have to be so bloody demanding as his large hands trapping her wrist, holding it in place as he demanded to resonate with him. She could still feel the phantom touch of his large hands on her skin, pinning her in place so easily, and then there was his heady scent. Rich Sandalwood, Leather and a hint of Vanilla. It seemed to have clung onto her, and occasionally, she would catch wafts of it, bringing her thoughts back to his smug smile that always seemed to tug at his lips as his crimson eyes burned a heated trail over her body or the way he leaned close, almost close enough to kiss her.
"Earth to Faye." Tara's cheerful voice snapped her out of the spiral she had begun to slip down. "Welcome back; I thought we lost you there." The Data Analyst offered a cheeky smile as she took the empty seat opposite.
"Sorry, Tara. Still getting used to the early shifts." Faye felt her cheeks flush as she shook her head. It was not the time or the place to think about those thoughts.
"Looks like it, you've been busy lately. We haven't had the chance to catch up." Tara pouted. "So, how's things."
"Things are… Well- things are good. I think. Just been busy with Wanderer sightings." The fake excuse rolled easily off Faye's tongue but sat heavily on her heart. But it's not like she could tell the truth, how she had been running around the N109 Zone with the leader of Onychinus.
"You need to be careful. You'll burn yourself out at this rate." Tara tutted, using a piece of jam-covered toast to accentuate her point. "When was the last time you let your hair down, really relaxed?"
"I-I honestly can't remember," Faye mumbled over the rim of her mug.
"You should come out with me for a few drinks after work. Have a break."
"Maybe. A lot is going on. Jenna said yesterday that there were reports that needed completing. No doubt I'll get roped into working on that." Faye let out a groan before finishing her tea. "I should head off, see if I can get a head start." She gathered her cups and plate as Tara quickly packed her plate away. She nibbled the rest of the toast as the two Rookies made their way to the Lobby.
"Come on, Faye. Everyone needs a little bit of relaxation. Hey Xavier, help me out here. Don't you agree with me that Faye needs to unwind?" The tall hunter with grey-brown hair gave the Data Analists a confused look.
"Faye's not relaxed?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy. "She looks relaxed to me."
“Ugh, men.”
"Thank you, Xavier. Look, I'll meet up with you after work. Will that make you happy?" Faye watched Tara bounce in excitement. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she spotted the familiar shape of Mephisto perched on a tree, peering into the Lobby.
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Sitting heavily at her desk, Faye pulled her long, dark hair into a messy bun while waiting for her computer to power up. She had been right; as soon as Xavier and she walked into the Alpha team's office, Jenna cornered her and set her on the task of filing reports. Xavier had been spared, being dragged off to some other meeting. Rolling her neck, she set about her task.
It was not long before her phone pinged. Digging it out of her purse, finding one new message from Sylus. “You look frustrated, kitten; anything I can do to help?” So it was Mephisto lurking around, just out of sight. Choosing to ignore the message, Faye left him on read and tucked her phone in front of her keyboard. The rhythmic pops of the keys were pleasing and filled the silence that had taken over the office. Of course, she was the only one who had set this task. Looks like the Alpha team wasn't below piling the rubbish jobs on the Rookies.
Ping
Narrowing her eyes, Faye ignored the notification. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, creating a pleasing symphony of clacking pops.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
An incoming call cut off the rapid-fire notifications.
"I'm at work, Sylus." Faye greeted as she finally accepted the call, keeping her voice quiet in case someone tried to listen in.
"And you're ignoring my messages, Kitten." His deep voice filled her ears. She could almost imagine the fake pout that his lips would tug into. "Look to you, all flustered. It's adorable."
"What do you want?" Faye rubbed a hand wearily over her eyes as she tried to focus on the paperwork in front of her.
"Your hair looks good up like that, although I prefer it down. Easier to grab a handful." Faye bit her lip to stop the breathy moan escaping her plump lips. She could hear Sylus's sharp breath. "You like the thought of that, Sweetie?" Quickly looking around, she noticed the familiar form of Mephisto; the mechanical raven was perched on the higher branches of another tree. The sneaky little shit was keeping tabs on her.
"You're taking a lot of risks, having Mephisto perched where he is. Someone might notice him."
"You think I'm scared of some big bad hunters." The deep, rumbling chuckle washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Are you going to come arrest me, Kitten? You know, I liked that one time you handcuffed me to my bed. We should do that again sometime."
"You didn't answer my question." She stammered, trying to change the subject.
"And neither did you. So let's try another. Tell me, Sweetie, have you missed me?"
Heat began to spread over her pale cheeks. Leaning back in her chair, Faye bit her lower lip. If she outright admitted that, yes, she was missing him and looking forward to the next call, inviting her on another mission. "Maybe," She finally murmured.
“Maybe… My, how cruel my Kitten is." He chuckled. "Can I see you today?"
"I can't. I have to finish this paperwork."
"Get someone else to do it."
"That's not how it works." Faye rested her head against the headrest of her chair, twirling her pen between her fingers. "I can't just call out of work on a whim."
Sylus gave an annoyed hum. "You could. But fine, later then?"
"I may have agreed to go out with a friend after work." She could hear the frustrated huff through the phone. "Maybe some other time."
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep, kitten." He said with a huff. "But fine, I guess I shall wait for your schedule to free up. Or I could just come into your office and steal you away."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I? Is that a challenge, Kitten?"
"No, no. That's not what I meant." Faye stammered as she noticed a few co-workers filing back into the office. "Look, I have to go. I'll chat with you later."
"I'll keep you to that Kitten." The call ended as suddenly as it started. Tucking her phone away, she set back to the task at hand. Working quickly to make sure it was finished before the end of her shift.
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"Come on, Faye. Your shift finished ten minutes ago," Tara whined as she perched herself on the edge of Faye's desk. The Data Analyst had changed from her uniform into civilian clothes; her lips pulled into an adorable pout.
"I just need to finish this off."
"You said that the last time I asked. Please, I don't want to be stuck here all night." Tara cut her off. "It's officially the weekend, Faye. Let's go have some fun."
"Okay, fine, fine." With a few more popping clicks, the assigned task was finished. "Done," Faye rolled her chair back as she sent the files to Jenna before turning off the computer with a flourish.
"Finally." Tara hopped off the desk and looped her arm through Faye's. "Come on, I know a nice little bar; I found it a few days ago. Should be perfect for what I have in mind." Following the bubbly brunette towards the changing rooms and quickly donning the dark jeans and blouse she had chosen this morning. She paused in front of one of the small mirrors lining the wall. "I prefer it down. Easier to grab a handful." Sylus's words from the earlier call bounced around her head; they were the rogue spark needed to set a fire in her depths. Without further hesitation, Faye freed her raven locks from the messy bun before rejoining her friend and heading off to find what nightlife Linkon City had to offer.
The bar was tucked off the main road that cut through Azure Square. Its neon lights cast a multicoloured glow on the sidewalk surrounding it. With how late it was on a Friday night, the bar was buzzing with people looking to burn the midnight oil. Tara led Faye into the packed bar, squeezing through the crowd until they both found a perch at the bar. Two beers were delivered quickly to them, and Faye led her friend to a quieter corner of the bar.
"So other than Wanderers, anything else keeping you busy?" Tara asked as she perched herself at the table they had managed to nab.
"I mean, nothing else really. Just work."
"Really, you can't be that busy with work." Tara's brow furrowed in confusion. "Okay, let me try again. Are you dating anyone?" Tara asked, toying with her beer bottle. Faye choked on her drink, spluttering at the bluntness of the question. One thing she liked about Tara was that the Data Analyst was blunt, sometimes to a fault. "So that's a yes." Tara's lips curled into a grin.
"N-no. I mean, I-it's." Faye paused, taking a deep drink of her drink. The slight burn of the alcohol turned to a warmth that slowly crept through her. "It's complicated."
"Ooh, so tell me."
"Okay, fine. So there might be someone."
"Might." Tara echoed back, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Well, there has to be something to get you all flustered like this."
"There is a guy. I have not been seeing him for long. I'm not sure if we even are dating. He's just so… so. Frustrating," Faye finished with a soft sigh. "Sometimes, it's hard to tell where I am with him."
"Hmm. Sounds tricky." Tara hummed
"You're telling me." Faye shook her head as she peeled the label off her bottle. "One moment he's cold, and the next… he's."
"Hot?"
"Possessive."
"But can't possessive be hot?" Tara wiggled her eyebrows, causing her drinking companion's cheeks to glow red. "Admit it, you find it hot."
"I mean, yeah," Faye mumbled, earning a squeak of delight from her friend. "He does this thing where his voice gets all low." She had to cut herself off, biting her lip at the memory of his deep voice, purring sweet words into her ear. Suddenly, Faye felt as if she was being watched, the familiar heated gaze that washed over her body, making her skin begin to heat. Surely, he can't be here. Not in the heart of Linkon City. Taking a quick peek over her shoulder. She tried to spot the familiar messy silver hair. Only to be met with a sea of people.
"Well, let's not think about men tonight." Tara's voice pulled her back from the quick search. "Tonight is all about us letting our hair down. Cheers." The two clinked glasses.
The night seemed to pass in a haze of loud, thumping music and strong beer. Faye felt herself begin to unwind; perhaps it was the alcohol or the bubbly personality of her drinking partner. It did not take long for her worries to slip away.
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At some point, Faye found herself separated from Tara. She did not know when that had happened. Tara had mentioned wanting to get a round of colourful sweet shots with some silly alliterative name and a pink unicorn stencilled in glitter on the top. The mass of people pressing themselves inside the small space made the air unbearably warm. Making it hard to breathe. Pushing her way through the crowd, Faye stumbled out onto the sidewalk. The cool night air was welcome, gently brushing against her heated skin. Leaning against the brick wall of the bar, she dug out her phone. Surprisingly, the only message was from Sylus.
"Have a nice night with your friend. See you soon, Kitten. x"
Even such a simple message had her heart fluttering. It was shocking how this man had so much sway over her, even though they had only known each other for a short time. She looked forward to his messages and even felt touched that he would use his Mechanical crow to keep an eye on her. While yes, at first, it was weird. But she found she was growing attached to the bird and its owner. Sending a quick Emoji of a crow with a love heart, Faye looked around for any sight of his eyes in the sky.
"Heeeey, Baby." A slurred voice called out, drawing Faye's attention. A man dressed in a business suit stumbled his way over to her. "Yooou wanna have some fuuun~" he struggled to plant his hand on the wall next to her before leaning close. He reeked of booze and cigarettes.
"Sorry, I'm with someone." Faye scrunched her nose at the foul smell and motioned to her phone. "Just waiting for him."
"Don't be like that, baby, comone; we can have some fun." His hand grabbed her arm, digging his nails into the skin of her wrists.
"I said no."
"Don't be like that comeone." The drunk tugged at her arm, trying to pull her close.
"Didn't you hear her? She said she's with someone." Sylus's familiar, deep voice was brimming with anger as his large hand landed firmly on the drunk's shoulder. Narrowing his eyes at the man, Sylus whirled him around to meet his steely gaze.
"Okay, okay, I get it." The man tried to push Sylus, only for him to shift, and he stumbled forward. "Fuckin bitch." the man mumbled.
"What did you say?"
" I said yourafcukinbitch." The man slurred. It happened so quickly; one moment, Sylus was standing before her, and the next, his large fist was smashing into the drunk's jaw, sending him spinning and into a crumpled pile on the floor. A group of nearby patrons of the bar cheered out. Snapping Faye out of her shock. Sylus had just hit a random guy for her.
"Sy, stop." Faye placed her hand on Sylus's broad chest, stopping him from hitting the man again. "He's not worth it." He stepped over the drunk, boxing her into the wall.
"If you're sure, Kitten. Are you alright?" His large hand gently took hold of the arm the drunk had carelessly grabbed, rubbing his thumb over the small marks that had been left on her skin.
"'M fine," She mumbled, tilting her head slightly to avoid his hungry gaze. His thumb and finger tilted her head, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're a bit drunk, Sweetheart." He murmured, leaning close, the heady scent of him washed over her.
"Not drunk, Tipsy." Faye protested, earning a low chuckle to rumble from his chest.
"Faye, there you are." Before he could reply, Tara's slightly slurred words cut him off, drawing both of their attention as she stumbled over to them. "Ooh, are you Faye's friend? The one with the voice."
Sylus tilted his head slightly and raised a thick eyebrow at the other woman's slurred words. "The one with the voice; care to explain, kitten?"
"Oh, I see what you mean." Tara's eyes widened slightly.
"Nothing for you to worry about." Faye pushed at Sylus, moving to steer Tara away from this conversation. "Come on, Tara, let me call you a cab."
"Aw, Faaaye, but we were just getting to know each other." Tara pointed as she tried to dig her heels into the floor, only to stumble slightly. Faye grabbed her friend tight, stopping her from falling flat on her face.
"Don't worry; I got this." Sylus pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and, before she could protest, was talking into it in a firm, commanding tone. That was definitely not helping.
"He's a keeper," Tara murmured, leaning heavily against Faye. "I say go for it; he looks like he would be a wild ride."
"Tara." Faye felt her face grow hot at her friend's words. Sylus's slight smirk showed that the brunette's drunken slurring had not gone unnoticed.
Once Tara was tucked away into a cab, and with reassurances that she would message her when she got home, Faye found herself left standing next to Sylus. "So kitten, let's get you home, hm." Before she could protest, Sylus swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style towards his parked car.
"Sy, I can walk just fine." She began to protest, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket tight as his long legs carried them both quickly.
"Of course you can, Sweetie." He chuckled as he tucked her into the passenger side. "But let me treat you." He didn't give her time to protest, closing the door before walking in front of the car to join her in the driver's seat.
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The drive from Linkon to the N109 Zone was quiet. With how late it was, the road leading towards the N109 Zone was dead. Sylus's sleek car was the only one on the road, letting him drive at whatever speed he liked. Of course, he did not care about speed limits. Getting a speeding ticket was probably at the bottom of the long list of crimes that Sylus had probably committed. Faye took the moment of quiet between them to look him over. His sharp face was relaxed, even though his large hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. She could not deny that he looked good. Sylus always dressed impeccably. Even when he was relaxing, the fine-tailored clothes he always seemed to wear clung to his broad frame. "You're staring, Sweetie." Sylu's lips curled into a slight smile as his crimson eyes flicked off the road briefly.
"Just enjoying the view." Faye leaned back in her chair, pulling her eyes off him to look at the passing scenery.
"See anything you like?"
"You used Mephisto to find me, didn't you?" She asked, deliberately avoiding answering the question.
"Of course. Had to make sure you were safe." His lips curled into a slight smile. "Besides, you look like you had a good time." His free hand rested firmly on her thigh, drawing lazy circles in her jean-clad leg. "Enjoy yourself?"
"I was before that guy tried to ruin it. Thank you for helping." Faye sat back in her seat. With every breath, his heady scent wrapped around her. Soothing an ache she was reluctant to admit was there.
"No problem, Kitten; after all, I was just looking out for what's mine." His words made her cheeks burn hot, drawing a low chuckle from him once more.
In no time, the car rolled up outside Onychinus's base. The imposing building always took Faye's breath away. As soon as the car stopped, Sylus climbed out and moved to open her door. "I'm fine walking." She started before she was swept off her feet and carried inside.
"Boss your back." The cheery voice of Luke greeted them.
"And you brought the little crow." Kieran chirped in. No doubt, both twins were wearing wide grins under their masks.
"Car's out front; make sure it's parked in the garage." Sylus threw his keys towards Kieran, who merely nodded and bolted off. Without another word and ignoring Faye's weakening protests, Sylus walked them through the winding corridors towards his room.
Sylu's room was becoming more familiar, as she often found herself sitting on the large, comfy sofa in the middle of the room. Two doors connected to the room, on the opposite side of the ample space from the bed. One was a walk-in closet, and the other was an ensuite. He deposited her on the sofa before stripping off his jacket and moving to hang it in the closet. "So, is there a job or something? Is that why you wanted to see me?" Faye asked as she watched him reappear and close the closet door behind him.
" Who said anything about a job?" He tilted his head slightly before moving to join her on the sofa.
"You said you wanted to meet me. I thought…"
"You thought wrong, Kitten." Sylus cut her off, draping a muscular arm over the backrest. "Is it so bad to want to spend time with you?"
"N-no, I mean." His low, rumbling chuckle cut her off as he leaned close, brushing a loose strand of hair to tuck it behind her ear.
"So easily flustered, Kitten. What's got you all wound up in knots?" Sylus's warm breath washed over the skin of her cheek, drawing attention to how little space there was between them now. He was close, dangerously so. If Faye turned her head ever so slightly, she could brush her lips against his. "What's the matter, Sweetie? Cat got your tongue."
"Stop playing with me, Sylus." She murmured, pulling back to clear her head of his scent. But he was quicker. His free hand shot out and gripped her arm, not tight enough to bruise it but enough to keep her trapped in place.
"And here I thought you liked games." He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a firm kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft as they caressed hers. The kiss was hungry as Sylus demanded everything she could offer. Brushing his tongue against her lower lip, he cupped the back of her head in a large hand as Faye finally met his tongue with hers. As the kiss deepened, she breathed him in, filling every inch of her with his heady scent. There would be no getting rid of him now. She would be forever haunted by the feeling of his firm body pressed against hers, his hand taking a handful of her hair and tugging just slightly, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss. His free hand rested firmly on her thigh, pulling her into his lap before holding her in place.
Losing herself to the boiling passion of the kiss, Faye wrapped her arms around Sylus's thick neck, toying with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck as she pressed herself closer to him. The low moan that he breathed against her lips spurred her on, and she trailed her hands over his broad shoulders and took to toying with the buttons of his black shirt. "Look who's playing now." Sylus pulled back and watched as she set about undoing the first few buttons, revealing the pale skin of his colour bones. He let out a sharp hiss when she pressed her lips to the now visible skin, nipping it gently with her teeth. "Careful, Kitten, you might give me the wrong idea."
Faye pulled back and could not help but let out a soft laugh at his raised eyebrow. "Do you want to stop?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"I didn't run away from things; that's your usual technique." He ran his hands up to rest on her hips. "But there is no running now, Kitten; you're trapped." He tugged her forward, dragging her over the very noticeable bulge in his pants. "And I'm not letting you leave so easily this time."
"Maybe I don't want to leave." Faye reached out and cupped his sharp jaw with her hand. His skin was surprisingly soft for all the hard lines and muscles that made up the imposing form he cut. Slowly, Sylus leaned into the touch, his eyelids drooping slightly as she ran her thumb over his lower lip.
"Say that again." He breathed against the pad of her thumb.
"I want to stay, Sylus." No sooner had the words left her lips than he had risen gracefully from the sofa, his strong hands keeping Faye from falling. With a squeak, she threw her arms around his neck, holding tight as he walked them over to the bed. Lowering her onto the soft sheets, Sylus took hold of her hand and brought it back to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, she began to undo the remaining buttons, shedding his shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes roamed over his bare chest. Faye had caught glimpses of it, but running her hand over his pecks down over his abs, she had a deep blush to colour her cheeks.
"You know this is unfair." He said against the skin of her neck before slowly popping the buttons of her blouse open. "You're wearing far too many clothes for my liking." He continued, trailing his lips over the skin that gradually got revealed.
"Then do something about it then."
Sylus looked up at Faye, eyes twinkling with a mixture of lust and acceptance of a challenge. With a flourish of his Evol, he had rid her of her half-opened shirt, jeans and bra, leaving her in just the rose-pink underwear she had chosen this morning. "How cute, though I much prefer you in red." Sylu's finger tugged at the edge of her panties, letting it snap back into place at her hip. "Now I remember your friend mentioned something earlier that made my little Kitten all flustered." His lips curled into a grin as he ran his hand over her thigh. "What was it?" He takes a short pause, tapping his long finger on the flesh of her hip, watching her squirm. "Ah, I remember. Something about my voice."
"Sylus, it's nothing." Faye tried to brush away the conversation, but he only used his hold on her thigh to pull her close. Forcing her legs open to allow him to slot himself between them.
"Try saying that without blushing, Sweetie." He leaned close, pressing her chest close to his. "Does my voice please you?" He murmured in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and heat to pool in her stomach. "Oh, so it does." His hand trailed over her chest. "That is valuable," he chuckled, drawing his thumb lazily around her hardening nipple before brushing it to a stiff peak. "So responsive," Sylus murmured, his crimson eyes watching in awe at how her body responded to him even at the slightest touch. His hand continued to toy with her breasts, bringing its twin to the same stiff state, while his free hand wandered lower, over Faye's stomach, before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. "Sylus." She gasped as she felt his finger brush against the nub at her entrance.
"Look at you, barely even touched you, and you're so wet for me." He teased, brushing the back of his knuckles over her soaked lips before slipping a thick finger deep inside her burning core. His pace was slow, lazily thrusting into her as he nuzzled her neck. "Such a good Kitten." He groaned, adding another finger into her wet heat, curling them in a come-hither motion and pressing against the sweet bundle of nerves deep inside, while his thumb took to drawing small, tight circles around her clit.
"Sylus, please." Faye gasped, arching her hips into his hand, begging for more. Her body was beginning to burn; every touch stoked the flames higher. "Please." She begged again.
"Please, what? Use your words."
"Please…. I- I need more." She finally meowled.
"Since you asked so nicely." Sylus grinned against her skin, kissing his way down the same path his hand had taken. Running his hands over her thighs, he slowly pulled down her panties, baring her to his hungry eyes. He descended on her, not with teasing words but the long, slow laps of his tongue against her wet folds before delving in deep. He threw her legs over his shoulders, keeping a firm grip on her thighs, holding her in place as he ravaged her with his mouth. Faye could only arch into him, gripping hold of the bedsheets as she urged him to go faster, to give her more. But Sylus ignored her whimpered pleas, taking his time to draw her closer and closer to the edge.
"Sylus, please, I'm so close." Faye moaned, feeling the pressure rapidly build until she feared she would break.
"Come for me, Faye. Now." His command was spoken into her molten core before his fingers joined his assault. She did not last long, falling over the edge and headfirst into the molten waves that washed over her. Arching into his continuing onslaught, she moaned his name aloud, feeling her legs begin to tremble from the intensity.
When she finally recovered enough, Faye noticed that Sylus had stopped. He had taken to sitting on his knees and watching intently as she came back to her senses. A slight blush coloured his cheeks, drawing attention to the hungry look that darkened his eyes to deep glowing rubies that took in every inch of her body—almost as if he was mapping it to memory. "Look at you. So beautiful." He murmured, his lips tugging into a soft smile. Something she hadn't seen before. Sitting up, she cupped his cheek before pressing her lips to his. Her faint taste on his lips was not unpleasant but new as she pressed herself close, wanting to feel more of his body against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned back and pulled him to lie on top of her.
"Please, Sylus. Fuck me." There was no witty comeback, just the slight shifting of fabric as Sylus worked to free himself from his pants while keeping close. The hot and heavy weight of him rested on her hip, drawing attention to how large he was. He took himself in hand, rubbing the thick length of him over her wet lips, earning breathy moans when the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. Slowly, the head breached her wet heat before, in one snapping thrust, the entire length of his cock filled her.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Sylus groaned, holding himself still so she could get used to the unfamiliar fullness. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist, keeping him close. After a few heartbeats, he began to move, thrusting into her with sharp thrusts as his hand gripped her hip, pulling her back in time with his thrusts. "Going to ruin you for anyone else. So all you can think about is my cock, filling you up." He growled the last part into her ear, pressing her thighs against her chest, thrusting deeper with each snap of his hips.
"O-oh fuck, Sylus." Faye moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders as she held on. He let out a breathy moan of his own before placing a biting kiss on her neck. Marking his claim. He continued trailing biting kisses down her neck to the swell of her breast, leaving a darkening purple trail in his wake. "F-feels so g-good." She panted, trying to roll her hips in time with his thrusts.
"Good. You'll take everything I give you. Won't you, Kitten?"
"Y-es." She cried out, falling over the edge once more. He suddenly stopped, earning a whimpered moan in protest, before he manoeuvred Faye onto her Knees. His thick length thrust back into her in one sharp movement before continuing its harsh tempo from before. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, letting him fuck her into the bed. His large hand wrapped around her throat, using his grip to pull her back towards his chest.
"Such a good girl for me, taking me so well. I can feel you gripping my cock like a vice." He purred in her ear as his hips snapped against hers. "You are mine, you understand, Faye. Mine." The last word came out as more of a growl as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip. "Say it."
"I'm yours, Sylus." Faye cried out, feeling another wave of pleasure begin to build up once more. "S-sylus, I'm so close."
"That's it, cum on my cock. Like the good girl you are." His words were the last spark to send her careening off the edge again. With a loud cry, she shattered around him, her legs trembling to keep upright. She would have fallen right on her face if it were not for his firm hold. He manoeuvred her once more, laying her back on the soft sheets, while he returned to pressing her thighs to her chest. His thrusts weren't as brutal as before, but the angle he kept her body in allowed him to push his thick cock deep. "I'm close. Going to fill you up. So you know who you belong to." He breathed as his grip on her thighs tightened. No doubt there would be bruises there as well in the morning. With a low moan, he stilled, filling her with his hot spend. His hair fell into his face as he tried to catch his breath. The tight grip on her thighs loosened, allowing Faye to let her quivering legs drop to the bed. Taking his larger hand in hers, she intertwined their fingers as Sylus rested his head on her heaving chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, but her lust-addled brain was still playing catch-up.
"At a loss for words. If I knew you would be like this, I would have done this sooner." Sylus tested with a slight smirk. Faye narrowed her eyes down at where he grinned up at her from between the valley of her breasts. Tapping his shoulder playfully, she let out a slight wince. Fuck she was slightly sore. "Come on, Kitten." He pulled away from her before scooping her tired body off the bed.
"Where..?" Faye murmured, nuzzling close to his chest.
"Let's get cleaned up before you doze off." He chuckled, carrying her towards the ensuite.
Warm water washed over them both, chasing away the remains of their evening. To Faye's surprise, Sylus's touch was gentle as he washed her hair before washing her body. He occasionally leaned close, pressing soft kisses into her neck and shoulders as he worked. He even leaned down to allow her to run her fingers through his silken hair, taking a turn at washing it. She swore she heard him purr quietly as she massaged his scalp.
Once they were dry, the pair padded back to the large bed. Sylus lay back against the pile of silken red pillows while Faye sat on the edge. "I should get going, or it'll be too late when I get back." She muttered. As she tried to stand up, his hand grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her back to sprawl against his chest.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was deep, rumbling from his chest. "Didn't I say I wouldn't let you go?"
"Oh." Faye bit her lip and settled back against his chest. "I thought..."
"You think too much, Kitten. When I say something, I mean it. Now, stop fidgeting." He rested his hand on her wriggling hips, keeping them still.
"Sylus. Does this mean... Well, what does this mean?"
"It means you're not getting rid of me that easily, Sweetie. I meant it when I said you're mine." He tilted her chin up and claimed her lips in a slow kiss. It wasn't as burning as the last, but the sincerity wrapped around it made her heart flutter. No one had ever kissed her like this before, and for someone like Sylus, with his sharp wit and sharper tongue, to move so gently made her feel almost loved. Pulling back, he brushed her lower lip with his thumb. "This is your home for however long you want it."
"So we're exclusive, then?" Faye could not help the small smile tugging on her lips.
"Of course, you know I don't like to share." He flashed her a lopsided grin.
"How greedy of you."
"Oh, Kitten, you know me. I can be very greedy, especially when it comes to you." His hands began to trail up her thigh, drawing closer to her aching core. "I just can't help it; you're addictive." His lips recaptured Faye's once more. She lost herself in the kiss. Looks like they weren't getting any sleep anytime soon.