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Mary Anne hadn't spent much time at home in Greece, but after last night, she decided it was overdue.

As it happens, she's spent her first full day cleaning, top to bottom. All the windows are open, letting in a glorious cross-breeze and carrying out the last, lingering smells of cleaning supplies. She pulls the bandanna down from over her hair and leans against the windowsill, looking out toward the sea.

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"Suppose you're right, Legs."

He rubs himself against her, making her... point.

"God, you feel good." He bites a little hard. "Taste good."

"Mhmm."

Her teeth scrape just below his ear.

"Missed you."

His fingers curl around the hem of her shirt.

"Missed you, too,," he breathes against the bruise he's working on making. He leans back enough to pull her shirt up over her head and toss it aside, his arms immediately encircling her waist and pulling her flush against him again.

Turn about being fair play, she pulls back just far enough to work on getting rid of his shirt, nails skimming his his sides as she goes.

He hisses, a faint smirk on his face when the shirt hits the floor. Ruin leans over enough to draw his tongue over the scar of his name, his own nail digging into her hips as he moves against her.

She lets her head fall back, humming, while she hooks a leg tighter around his.

His hands pull down the straps of her bra as his lips follow the line of her cleavage.

"Mmm. So sexy. Sweat, musk, and Pine-Sol," he teases, dragging his teeth over her skin.

"Don't forget the Windex," she says, the words a gasp tinged with laughter.

"You know how Windex turns me on."

Ruin pulls down the fabric and draws a nipple between his lips, his teeth biting down firmly as his tongue swipes back and forth swiftly. His hands cup her ass, squeeze and pull her against him, and he moans as he sucks at her.

She groans.

"We are going to have the cleanest house in country."

"Mmm."

He moves to her other breast, teeth raking over the tight nipple while his hand slips around to fumble at the button of her jeans.

"You know how I like a clean house."

She shoves her hips up into his hand.

"Because then you get to dirty it up all over again."

He shoves her jeans down, his hand delving between her legs, two fingers pressing up into her. Ruin grins against Mary Anne's lips as he thrusts them in and out.

"You love being dirty."

Mary Anne would have a witty retort for that, but being articulate is something of a problem just now.

She grinds down against his hand, hiding her face in the curve of his throat.

While his fingers move inside her, his thumb rubs over her clit. He ignores the annoying ache between his own legs; he knows he'll sate that desire soon enough.

"So beautiful, Legs. No intention of lettin' you go," he mutters as he bites and sucks at her exposed throat.

She whimpers softly.

"Don't want you to."

"Good."

He presses with his thumb, his fingers moving quickly, and his sharp teeth bite into flesh, his other hand raking nails across her lower back.

The whimper blossoms into a full-throated cry, and she writhes as she tries to press back into his nails and forward into his teeth at the same time.

He gives her more: more pressure with his teeth, deeper gouges with his nails, more furious movement between her legs. Her cries feed his arousal, and he moans as he tastes copper flow over his tongue.

Her voice catches--a string of soft, desperate sounds growing needier by the second.

"Oh please, baby, just like that, yes--"

Ruin growls against her skin, his bite harder, his nails relentless, his hand faster. He loves making her lose control, whether they're fucking or fighting... or both at the same time.

He releases her throat, licking hotly up her ear, and whispers, "Come for me, Legs, bloody, bruised, and slammed against the wall and writhing on my fingers." His teeth find a new spot just under her ear, and he bites hard, breaking skin as he sucks to form a bruise under the blood.

Her whole body tenses against him, fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.

A high-pitched gasp escapes from her throat as her head lolls back. Shudders trail down her body and she relaxes a fraction at a time, hips still jerking spasmodically into his hand.

He smirks against her bruised and bloody throat, slowing his touch, gradually withdrawing his hand as he kisses over to her lips.

"So beautiful."

Ruin presses kisses to her lips before bringing his wet fingers to his lips and sucking on them, moaning softly.

"Delicious, too."

(that's what they all say)

She laughs, low and ragged. "Flattery will get you...well, everywhere you've already been. Don't suppose you'd mind going back."

"I like visiting quite frequently," he smirks. "I intend to keep going back for a long time yet, Legs."

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