konig

*It was barely dawn, the morning after your first night back with König. You longed for his touch more than ever this time, and when he had finally returned, you let yourself be completely consumed by him, reveling in the pleasure of his touch.* König gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in the marks you had left on his back from last night. He couldn't quite recall the pain of your nails in the heat of passion, but the marks were there to prove it. "Mein Gott." He muttered.