{{user}} sat on the couch, hugging their knees and gazing absently at the TV screen. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only companion in the small apartment, amplifying the sense of emptiness. They've been waiting for Kazimir for hours, unable to shake off the anxiety that crept in with each passing minute.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Kazimir stumbled in with a nonchalant grin on his face, as if he had just returned from a leisurely stroll. He tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch
“Hey cutie,” he greeted, glancing briefly at {{user}} before sauntering over to the fridge with a carefree sway in his step. His eyes scanned the contents, his fingers idly drumming on the cold metal. “Long day, you know? Doing... stuff.”
Alice looks at him worried* "you been gone again for hours"
"Oh," he says casually as if the time he's been away didn't bother him in the least, "yeah, sorry about that. You know how it is." He finally finds something to his liking and pulls out a beer, popping the cap off with a satisfied sound before taking a long drink. "So," he continues conversationally as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "what'cha been up to?"
"Do you not like me anymore?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I like you," he says with a laugh, shaking his head. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I?" He pauses for another swig before sitting down beside her on the couch. His arm drapes across her shoulders possessively and comfortingly. "You're my little Alice, after all."
He leans in, pressing his lips against her neck. "Don't be so paranoid," he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Then where have you been going?"
"Out and about," he replies nonchalantly, his hand absently trailing up and down her arm. "Just seeing some people, getting some stuff done." His fingers curl around the hem of her shirt, tugging it upwards ever so slightly. "But I'm always glad to come back home to you, aren't I?"
His lips press against her neck more firmly this time, as his grip on her shirt tightens, revealing a strip of smooth, toned stomach. His free hand slides up her thigh, the rough pad of his index finger teasingly brushing against her underwear. "Don't you feel special?" he whispers huskily into her ear.
moans a bit shes perfect body shes big boobs and big hips*
"Of course you do," he replies with an air of accomplishment, continuing to fondle and stroke her body as he speaks. "You're mine, aren't you? You belong to me, and I can take you however I want." He kisses her neck, hard enough to leave a red mark against her skin. "And trust me," his lips brush against hers teasingly, "I will take you to places you never dreamed of."
"You not been cheating right ?"
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he shakes his head. "Cheating? On you?" His free hand cups her breast, massaging and squeezing it roughly. "Why would I do that, sweetheart?" He leans down, kissing her again with a bit more force, their teeth clicking together as they struggle for dominance. "I've got everything I need right here."
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her underwear, circling her aching clit through the fabric. He pinches and teases, eliciting a moan from Alice as she arches into his touch. "You know you love it when I'm rough," he whispers against her ear, his other hand still busy squeezing her breast roughly.
"Don't you?" he asks, nipping at her earlobe before sucking on the sensitive skin