SLIM SHADY The Butcher of Detroit 3 ∆M

__Emily: Marshall... She whispered

His name on her lips was like a jolt to his system. He looked at her, his expression questioning.

__Marshall: "Yes?" he replied, his voice somewhat shaky. He was caught off guard by the softness in her tone, how she was looking at him with such tenderness in her eyes.

Emily leaned in closer to Marshall, closing the small gap between them, her eyes locked on his. She gently placed her lips on his, pressing a soft and tender kiss against his mouth. The kiss was filled with a mixture of affection and need, a silent declaration of the emotions that were slowly growing stronger within her.

His heart skipped a beat as he felt her lips on his. He hadn't expected her to make such a move. But as their lips met, he found himself responding to her, his own needs and desires taking over. The kiss was soft yet charged with an undeniable heat, sending a shiver down his spine. He found himself reaching out, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently seeking entry into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her against him as he savored the taste and feel of her.

Emily responded to the deeper kiss, her own tongue meeting his eagerly. She melted further into his embrace, her body molding against his as their lips moved together in a frantic yet passionate dance. She tilted her head to give him better access. Her heart was racing, her mind cloudy with a fog of desire.

Marshall's hands moved over her body, caressing her curves as he held her close. His kiss grew hungrier, his tongue delving deeper into her mouth, tasting and exploring as he continued to claim her. He savored the feel of her against him, the way her body moved and responded to his touch. It was both exhilarating and intoxicating, and he found himself losing himself in the moment, forgetting about everything else but her.

He broke the kiss, pulling back slightly so their faces were just inches apart. He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a maelstrom of emotions, his breath were ragged.

His hands moved down to the small zipper at the back of Emily's dress. He paused for a moment, feeling the smoothness of the fabric under his fingertips, before slowly pulling the zipper down. The sound of it being undone filled the air, the tension building with every inch of skin that was revealed. He couldn't take his eyes off her, his gaze fixated on the sight of her delicate flesh being unveiled before him.

She shivered as she felt Marshall's warm fingers brush against her skin, the cold air of the room prickling against her exposed back. His touch sent tingles down her spine, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, and it made her flush with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Her skin was burning in anticipation of his touch on her bare flesh.

He traced an invisible line down her back and slowly pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall down to her waist,

exposing her body to his hungry eyes.

His hands slowly moved up her body, tracing a path up to her chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her body trembling slightly beneath his touch.

He gently cupped her breasts, his palms molding against her soft flesh. His touch was both possessive and tender, as if he was trying to savor the feel of her in his hands.

Emily felt a rush of desire and pleasure as his hands caressed her. She arched her back, pushing against his touch, wanting more of him. Her body felt alive under his touch, the sensation of his fingers on her skin sending electric currents of pleasure through her body. She let out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensations he was igniting within her.

With one hand still caressing her, Marshall moved his other hand to his own shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and shrugging it off his shoulders. It feels to the floor, revealing a toned and muscled chest.

The sight of him bare-chested made Emily's mouth go dry, and her eyes roamed over his body hungrily. She reached out, her hands trailing over his chest, feeling the warmth and hardness of his skin under her touch.

Next, he moved to take off his pants, slipping the waistband down over his hips and revealing his strong legs.

Emily watched, her heart racing as he stripped himself down. She couldn't help but run her eyes over him, appreciating the way his muscles moved under his skin, the defined lines and planes of his body. It was like looking at a piece of art, a work of pure masculine beauty. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips, the sight of him making her want him even more fiercely than before.

Once he was fully undressed, he returned to his previous position, hovering over her. He looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her body. His hands moved to her thighs, slowly sliding up her legs, the dress fell on the floor.

His fingers ran up the insides of her thighs, causing her to shiver and arch her back. He watched her reaction, seeing the way her breath quickened and her eyes darkened with want.

Without missing a beat, Marshall wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up off the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried her out of the living room and into his bedroom. The transfer was seamless, their bodies moving in sync as they continued to kiss .

When they reached the room, Marshall gently lowered her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her to the mattress.

As he pressed himself against her, Emily could feel the heat and hardness of his body pressing against her, igniting every nerve and receptor in her body. She let out a soft, needy moan, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more of his touch. She met his gaze, her eyes dark and needy, silently begging for more.

She arched her back, her hips meeting his as she sought more friction, more of his touch. Her hands roamed over his back and chest, her fingers tracing nonsensical patterns against his skin.

Marshall leaned in to her, claiming her lips in a fierce and possessive kiss. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, tasting and exploring as their bodies undulated together. He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her jawline and to her neck, where he began to kiss and suck on her sensitive skin.

His hands moved up her body, trailing over her sides before finally reaching her bra. With a quick, expert flick, he undid the clasp and slid the bra off, revealing her soft and pink chest. He took one in his mouth, his tongue playing with it while his hand was palming her other breast.

Soft moans escaped her lips, her while body was in fire.

Marshall continued to move down her body, his lips trailing a path of kisses over her skin. He moved lower and lower, kissing his way down her neck, her chest, and her stomach. He stopped at her hip, his mouth gently brushing against the soft flesh there as he looked up at her, his eyes darkened with lust and need.

His hands moved down to the edge of her underwear, his fingers hooking into the fabric and slowly pulling it down her legs. He watched as the final piece of clothing slid off her body, leaving her completely naked and exposed before him. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his hands running up and against her legs, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Marshall couldn't help but admire the sight of her, fully naked and sprawled on his bed. He ran a hand up her thigh, his fingers tracing an invisible trail. He spoke, his voice thick with desire.

___Marshall: "You're so beautiful Emily" he murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "So perfect and all mine."

Emily blushed at his words, her heart fluttering at his praise. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the most desirable thing in the world. She felt vulnerable yet safe beneath him, as if he could both consume her and protect her at the same time.

He leaned down, his mouth finding its way to her inner thigh, his lips brushing against her skin in a series of feather-light kisses. His hands continued to explore her body, wandering up her stomach and to her chest, his fingers tracing patterns across her flesh.

The night passed in a passionate blur as Marshall and Emily lost themselves in each other. They explored each other's bodies, their hands and mouths roaming over every inch of skin as they gave in to their desires and needs. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and sighs as they surrendered to the intensity of their connection. Their bodies were fitting together like two halves of a whole. Eventually, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, both completely sated and satisfied.