a lazy smirk flirts with the corner of his lips, and he leans in closer just so his mouth hovers over sena’s ear. he nips slightly at it, before lowering down. “learn to have some self control,” he chastises mockingly, breath tickling her ear.
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the spot at her neck is only one of the places she’s relieved. the bite kaspian leaves there stings with a sweet feel. her head bows, fingers clenching and unclenching from the bookcase, panting, “don’t start with me.” it’s a warning but barely since the hint of a smile plays at the corner of her lips as this is what sex always is with kaspian: fun and playful.
it aches more and more as the finger plunging in and out only gives half the pleasure. it starts the heat inside her and fuels her desire for more at the speed and depth she wants so much.
it only half registers that he’s left a mark on her. her brain can barely keep up anything else but the second finger that he adds to the infuriating pace. he speeds up, breath releasing as she lets her head fall back on his shoulder. sena cries out with a groan, before biting on her bottom lip afterward. her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of anyone hearing her. the two fingers barely fill her up, leaves her greedy for something more fulfilling. kaspian knows she finds soft gestures frustrating and is insanely turned on by slightly rough treatment. his current pace makes her whine and the soft whimpers leave her lips. she shamelessly grinds down desparately down on his fingers, the muffled moans behind her lips are unbearable.
she desperately wants to get back at him. the image of having him against the bookshelves, her hand or mouth on his throbbing cock burns in her mind. but he has her cornered, she’s like puddy in his arms, pressed against the shelf with kaspian’s temperature and friction only slightly relieved with the pressure of him behind her. she would much rather feel his skin against hers, her bare shoulders pressed on the skin of his chest, but the clothes between them raises her frustration.
her hands reach behind her, index finger hooking at the loops of his pants. she pulls him forward, hungry for his touch and to relieve herself, but also hoping he’s just as frustrated as she is. sena tilts her head to mouth at his jaw, exhaling a hot puff of hair onto his skin. “so are you gonna fuck me?” her closed eyes open, eyelashes fluttering, staring up at him with her dilated pupils. aqua eyes full blown with desire, she begs him silently to give her what she wants.
