PrussiaxReader - Hit Me Again
Gilbert leant into the worn leather of Roderich's favourite button-back chair, pouring himself a glass of Kirsch from a decanter placed on a nearby corner table. He needed time to himself, to get away and think, hopefully even clear his head somewhat. It was quiet and still, peaceful - Exactly what he needed. But despite the sense of calm Gilbert always found in Roderich's house, it could not seem to ease his thoughts from travelling to _______. He wanted so desperately to forget what had happened between them the last week, but he remained a prisoner to images of her, feeling himself slowly become more undone each thought of her, the tortuous visions of her naked body running out of control in his mind.
It was not just the exchanges they shared throughout their week together; it was more than that, so much more. It was in every way how she had said his name. The stunning way she felt under his touch. How she could look at him in a way no women had ever looked at him before, how