Chapter 5. A recognation between the lines
Clarke was ready, she secured his hand with her left hand, and then she used her right heel palm and went straight for his chin. She pushed him down while he was still in shock. She got down too and pinned him to the ground. Her thighs pushing onto his waistband, her ankles keeping his legs down. She secured both of his hands in hers over his head. She was booming with pride. He locked his eyes with hers. Brown on blue. The heat rose in the room. Bellamy felt her weight on him. He felt her ass on his place. Her blue eyes narrowed at him in a challenge. She held him tight. So tight. He took a deep breath. He had to do something. This was too much for him. He can’t think like that, not with her. His whole body vibrated and felt the uneasy but pleasant feeling inside. If she could play this game, he could. His face was stoic. He was clearly thinking and then in one second, his lips made a sly smile. Clarke didn’t even register it and now she was the one down. He quickly turned her and pinned her down too. Clarke felt how his hands slowly traveled on hers, aiming for her palms to secure. He intertwined his fingers with hers and held her hands down and above her head like she did. She breathed deeply, her chest moving. “Oh, fuck,” thought Clarke. She still could feel her upper arms burning where he traveled with his fingers to catch her palms.
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