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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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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."

She scrapes her teeth along his jaw.

"Always happy to have you."

He laughs.

"I know."

Ruin wraps his arms around her and indulges in another long kiss, full of teeth and force, before he pulls her towards the stairs.

"Now, I think it's high time you see to me, don't you?"

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