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He approached you while you slept. The gentle touch of his fingertips caressed and stirred. Consciousness hovered low to the ground. Your senses, still hazy in half-sleep, were absorbing reality. His warm, heated hands roamed your burning back, each movement precise and carefully planned. He knew what he wanted. You groaned and sank deeper into the soft duvet. The bed creaked under the new weight. Despite your closed eyes, you knew perfectly well that the veneer of peace was filled with tension and anticipation. The anticipation of a wild cat, eager for a moment of play before its prey dies. You heard the rustle of hastily tugged fabric, and involuntarily, a lazy, sleepy smile spread across your lips. He didn't come to you. He jumped in. You took a deep breath and finally gave him a look. From the warm darkness around you, the sharp, divine features of his body emerged. The blue, molten steel of his irises flowed and mesmerized. You froze. You still couldn't believe that you were about to be united with a god. With a nervous movement, he tossed back his long, shimmering hair. In slow, circular motions, you stroked his arms and torso. He let you. A tense, wild predator. Quickly… too quickly, he bent down, and before you could sink in and taste his lips, he showered first your face, then your entire, tired, hot body, with kisses that made time pass as slowly as you did in the half-dreamed, light reality. You gave yourself to him. You knew you had no choice. You felt him trying to be gentle with a last effort of will. He couldn't resist. With his speed and violence, he dispelled the dream. He chased away the half-real fantasy. Now it was him. Only him. His movements seemed to demand complete submission from you. With a blank gaze, you followed the thin cloud of dust motes swirling in the silvery moonlight. You were sure you'd be spinning like that in a moment. Lust flashed in his eyes, terror in yours. His hands left long, red welts on your skin. He groaned. He violently thrust into you. Almost like an intruder, but you wanted it. Between short moans of pain, dreamy sighs of ecstasy could be heard. He—focused and tense, it would seem, wandered dispassionately into your body. As if behind his steely eyes, the corner of his mouth lifted in a delicate smile, there was a being of ice, cold and indifferent. Inhuman and wild. And it was precisely this, in this supernaturalness, that aroused in you an almost unhealthy fascination and lust. Your moan was now as constant as the night wind outside the windows. You entwined yourself. Firmly… brutally. You felt each other's every, smallest movement. You closed your eyes in this delightful weightlessness, and the sleepy inertia took over you again. You felt your body losing its grip on your will. You sank into this feeling. You drifted away. The world drifted away. But he stayed. You knew he would never dare leave again. He had to come back here,because it is you - although you do not know it - who maintains his fragile life so unknowably hidden behind the silhouette of the ideal.