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Rendezvous || Liam/Delilah, June 21, evening

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Her heart started pounding harder as his hands loosened his belt. Seemed like this was going to be a lot quicker and dirtier than she thought. Delilah wished it could be longer, more drawn out. She wanted to be completely at Liam’s mercy, but it wouldn’t be prudent, considering the nature of the encounter. She would have to take what she got. “Yeah… yeah you can,” she whispered. Her legs spread as he lifted her, wrapping pale thighs around his hips. The bark of the tree behind her dug into her back, but she couldn’t be bothered by the scrape on her skin. Not when he was rubbing against her like he was, his swollen flesh sliding between her slick folds but not in the way she craved so badly. A cry flew from her throat when teeth sank into her chest, pressing on the pale flesh so tightly she knew there would be a bruise. One hand tangled into his hair, urging him to continue, the pain only making the heat between her thighs worse. Slim hips wriggled slightly in the small space, trying to angle so that thick staff would slide into her and fill her the way she needed, but it seemed her efforts were in vain. “Liam,” she whispered, squeezing his waist with her legs, her voice hot against his ear.

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His tongue was treated with her smooth flesh, flattening against what was taken in by his teeth until the swollen form pressed deeper from his wanting nudges. The pointed tip was lapped over the tear-drop shaped being, canines falling deeper to the surrounding skin that was once unblemished that now would have his mouth's mark on it. Her legs were spread wider, opening her further by the hands around her legs and sending them edging to the uneven texture of the bark while he closed the distance between them. The spine arched, driving between her just so she could feel the friction of his eagerness instead of the relieving pulses of it that would unearth more than just a single cry and the humid whisper across his eardrum. At the call of his name, though, his thin lips left her chest, hovering over hers that still seemed parted from her voice. Strands of the deepened chestnut were swung over to the side of his forehead, displaced even by the standard mess, and the eyes swept down to her exposed body, leaving only the waist covered by her dress. Her sex peeked out from the crumpled hem, left bare and only touched by him as he restrained her hips from any of the slim motions she was producing. Another push was given, blunt to both of them as her back was made to form to the base of the tree, enough to only have one of his hands keep to her while the other slipped between their bodies. "Not hearing you beggin', sweetheart," he murmured as his thumb rubbed over her lips until hooking the moistened bead of tissue into it grasp, pinching. "Guess you don't want me to fuck you until you're nothing but them."

#Bookbird

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Rendezvous || Liam/Delilah, June 21, evening

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His own accent rippled across the filthy words, making her shudder. The way he spoke, and grabbed, and the look in his eyes… Delilah felt beautiful and violated all at the same time, and she wanted more. She wanted to be naked for him, bare and vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted to her body. And somehow, she knew in the end, he wouldn’t leave her aching and hurt - at least, not in the bad way. She sucked in a breath as she stumbled after him into the trees, her dress tumbling from the precarious perch of her nipples, leaving her breasts on full display for his eyes. Delilah bit her lip and slipped her hand into his pants, fingers wrapping around the stiff erection she found there. “This better?” She leaned up, pressing her mouth to his neck, sucking softly at his skin. She couldn’t remember if he kissed or not, if he would devour her mouth in a kiss just as demanding as his hands and voice. “And as for knickers… I’d have to be wearing them, wouldn’t I?” she added against his skin, knowing he would find nothing under her skirt, nothing but skin.

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Eyes of granite were formed from a temperamental hand, able to offer as much wrath as they were that warm hunger. The grainy coloring grew darker, practically salivating with his tongue that drew over his bottom lip, watching as her covering drew down to unveil the perked pair of firming flesh. Blanketed in white, nearly drawn towards the translucent as it circled around her taut peaks, her breasts trembled with their movements, taunting him to taste. She was the first to let her lips fall on him, though, exchanging her tongue for the throbbing vein she trapped. It wasn't where he would have craved for, but the shots of her breath against his neck combined with the shift of her fingers beneath his own was enough to tighten his jaw in pleasure. Slightly, the teeth grit as the lone hand left to her body squeezed her thigh, guiding her closer to him, enough to have the words she uttered be swallowed whole. Self-restraint wasn't part of Liam's mindset, and with the news spreading through him, it stayed only in his mind for a beat before rippling out to his muscles to act on. Her slender fingers were left for his metal belt, grasping the chain to loosen it before shoving the black denim jeans down, bypassing the zipper altogether. "Can skip a couple steps then, can't I?" he rasped lowly as roughened palms drew against her thighs before scratching up to reach her hips, flinging up the skirt of the dress in the process. Thumbs dug into her skin, the tips of fingers prying at the same coating on the opposite side while she was lifted up against him, dragging her moistened and vulnerable sex over his own. The redhead's back was pressed to the closest tree that could be reached with the maddening nerves swarming around their heated contact, ricocheting inside of the Dominant's abdomen as he was propelled to finally sink his teeth into one of her tantalizing breasts.

#Bookbird

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Rendezvous || Liam/Delilah, June 21, evening

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Delilah licked her lips as he cupped her breast, heat instantly flooding her lower abdomen. Maybe this was what turned her on so much about being with Liam. He didn’t stop to ask her what she wanted. He just took. Her nipples hardened instantly under his touch, A gasp tucked out of her throat, and she pushed harder at his chest. “So what are you planning on snatching at?” His little threat only served to stoke the heat low in her stomach. “I’ll make it up to you.” The straps of her dress fell down to her mid upper arm, leaving the delicate material clinging precariously to her breasts. But she didn’t bother to fix it, not as she nudged him back towards the path that led towards the wooded area. “Promise,” Delilah breathed, letting one hand wander down to his groin, palming over the bulge she found there boldly.

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The Louisiana accent rolled across her tongue, greedily devoured by the ears of the other as she formed her question. "Start at your knickers," his voice drew down, much like his eyes as the straps were strewn over her arms, leaving her breasts a breath away from spilling out into the cooling air, "then set my fingers off to those dripping lips of yours til their so swollen can't close your legs to me." Carrying with his tone, the freed hands ran down her sides, causing the fabric to crease, rolls of her dress bundling as the darkening color of her pale breasts revealed itself. The stitching was left curving around her stiffened ends, just barely hiding them from direct sight, although their shape was undeniably defined from the thin coating, nearly piercing through to reach his touch. An instinctual twitch met her wandering hand before he pressed into it. Both sets of fingers hitched up the hem of her skirt even as they stepped towards the forest behind him, gripping her thighs quickly to yank her forward. "Not doing that right, love," he spoke before her wrist was grabbed, drawing it to his abdomen before his own digits coursed over hers, burrowing them beneath the band of his pants. Without another layer below left to tread across, the ardent form was left bare for her tips.

#bookbird

PM: He's going to punish me, and now it's worse because someone else told him and not you. I appreciate you trying to be protective though. I saw those messages you sent.

PM: Touches a scrap of hair on you, fucking tell me and you tell me everything he does to you so he gets it ten times worse. Yeah, meant what they said too. Know a lot of shitty assholes out there. One of them but just like fucking over the worst ones.

#bookbird

You're a wanker. I am the good ginger, I will always BE the good ginger. So I owe you a kiss, fine have fun with that. Next time don't let month go between hearing from you, m'kay? Have a safe trip and give Ari my best. Try not to get hit on the way home either okay?

Yeah, yeah. Only a bleeding wanker when I look but can't touch. Wouldn't have had a go at it if you'd paid me off. Still my good ginger, just stingy with your bits. Send some post to you later when I get settled back home. But you fucking gingers stick together like you've got your legs wrapped 'round each other. Figure you'll ask me any day to link you together right. Cheers, good ginger. Tell the cockblock to piss off for me after passing thanks for the info.

#goodginger #dawww.. I'm going to miss this shit. BAH.

PM: Why did you have such a big mouth?

PM: Fucking tosser was acting like he owned you. What’s got your knickers in a wad, sweetheart?

#Liam. SO supportive. SO.#bookbird

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Rendezvous || Liam/Delilah, June 21, evening

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Delilah’s eyes widened when Liam came right up to her and started tugging at her dress. That, strangely, was what turned her on most. She liked being handled, being given no choice in what was happening. Not to mention the lilt of his voice, so remembered from idle fantasies about their encounter in the library. Feeling his warm breath against her skin and having his touch against her chest… “If you’re going to be ripping it off of me, shouldn’t you be the one tugging on it?” she pointed out, her body swaying towards his. Her hands rose to his chest, pushing gently, urging him back. “I don’t know where you want to go, but we can’t stay here. My brother’s right inside,” Delilah insisted softly. She sure didn’t want her brother hearing her having sex, and especially not with someone who she was technically cheating with.

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It would have been noticed, the iridescent hue of those widening eyes the redhead held, if Liam hadn't been too distracted with the working of the finger traipsing down her front. Her soft flesh that covered the sternum was stroked in its descent with the neckline plunging, now even to her final rib. Her voice rose her chest, taking the breath that previously filled her lungs, and the single digit was joined by others until the hand slipped beneath the cloth, cupping around her breast. In spite of the warning, the very one that was followed by the hinting push, his thumb rubbed over the sensitive peak before it was pinch to meet the index finger at the opposite side. "Tugging your rags' 'bout the last thing I'm planning on snatching at," he told her, finally lifting his salacious eyes to hers. A twist of the head brought down those uneven strands of brown dripping across his forehead, hiding the scar he held from childhood. "Gonna cost you to make me wait," he lowly spoke before reluctantly releasing her, quickly making up for the loss as both sets of the roughened palms ran across his slender shoulders, taking the sleeves of her dress with them.

#bookbird

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Rendezvous || Liam/Delilah, June 21, evening

She knew it would get her in trouble. She really did. But she was choosing to do it anyway. Even back at Bellona, Delilah had been fascinated with Liam. Something about his crass attitude just drew her in, and she couldn’t resist meeting up with the Dom while he was here. At least this way she wouldn’t have to worry about being gutted by another redhead… She would have to worry about being punished, but she didn’t want to think about that until she had to. Tugging on her dress, she moved to the back door of her brother’s temporary villa, looking out into the peaceful night. She’d told Liam to meet her here, and her skin was tingling in anticipation of seeing the Dom again… and in a situation where she wouldn’t have to keep quiet.

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Liam never figured he would owe anything to that little shit he had bothered claiming, but credit where credit was due, he had managed to give him a good enough reason to agree to come to Orenda in the form of the pictures that had wound up on his phone's screen more times than not. In general, there was an 'equal opportunity' view towards the women that had only the requirements of being within sight, with a pulse, and to be of the opposite sex from birth instead of some goddamn life choice change that made them want to snip off what prevented them from their kinky ass shit dream. However, it came as no surprise that the British Dom was more partial to redheads. With that fiery coloring also came the personalities that refused to be undermined by anyone, including himself. As he crossed the grounds of the island, Delilah came within view of the gray eyes that swept over her with a ravished spirit, catching the way her thin fingers played with the hem of her dress. "Keep tugging at that thing, sweetheart," he spoke, the accent coating his already heated breath with a step towards her. With a solitary finger, it hooked around the fabric of her neckline, dragging it down between her breasts to have the outlines of the pair exposed. "Should fucking tear it off if its gonna be taking up those fingers of yours. Be needing those soon."

#bookbird #Omg. Aria would totally try to gut people.#And I would also like to stab Liam sometimes too..so it is valid.

Text: Fucking hell, just when I thought that ego of yours couldn't get any bigger, it does. Not everyone's after you. Remember? Not. My. Type!! Calm the fuck down before you give yourself a goddamn conniption. You want that drink or not?

Text: Stop fucking giving me reason to think it. Making shit up all the damn time. Yeah, I want the drink. Who the fuck do you think I am? Drink water if I just wanted to piss.

Are we having a pissing contest? Is that what this is? I would roll my eyes if I wasn't laughing so fucking hard.

Fucking Hell.. don’t want anything of yours that’s coming from there. Keep your sodding stream to yourself, yellow and white. By the way, who the fuck are you?

#logansatsix

Text: Hey, fucktard. If you can get through this weekend without another person punching the fuck outta you, I'll make you that favorite flaming drink, double the shots, before you leave. Get that?

Text: Fucking know what you're doing, you little shit. Get me drunk like last time till I pass out. Put a lock on my trousers this time, so not waking up with your shit-eating face looking at me again.

#He knows him so well. xD #little shit #I can't stop laughing.

Oh you're fucking welcome to do it considering wouldn't go near it with a ten foot fucking pole. So I think we're both safe. Yeah?

Yeah.

[Ten seconds later…]

Wouldn’t fucking know what a goddamn foot equaled anyways, measuring it with what you got. Swelling up with liking me like a bleeding twat on her rag.

#LIAM SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE FRIENDS WITH THE ONLY STRAIGHT MAN YOU'LL EVER LEGITIMATELY MEET WHO SHARES YOUR LOVE #logansatsix