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the escalation happens so quick between them, the pull, the desire. she whimpers against his lips at his low growl, nodding, the rumble of his voice and the thrill of his words lighting her up. ren was unable to help herself, and why would she when he encouraged her so readily ? she'd do anything to hear the sweet words he had for her, feel the possessive and protective grasp of his large hands on her body. her breath catches and her hips jerk as he increases the pressure of his thigh against her, the friction against her swollen clit driving her crazy.
she knew, though, that he would give her what she wanted - the relief she sought for the overwhelming ache between her thighs. her eyes close as his lips find her neck and a slow, sweet moan tears from her fragile throat as his teeth graze the delicate, sensitive skin there. " i .. mmm, my god, " she wriggles against him, her words immediately spilling forth at his gentle insistence. " need to feel you inside me, stretching me out so good, daddy. i want it, i want you, more than anything. "
ren let out a soft little cry then as he pulls his hand away, her lips turning into a pout until she opens her eyes to see him bringing his fingertips up to his lips. she could see them glistening, sticky and coated in her juices as he delves them into his mouth and she watches in awe while he tastes her with a hunger that makes her shiver right to her very core.
she's unable to look away, her eyes wide and lust-filled as her pussy throbs and clenches around nothing, just a hold desperate to be filled. she was dizzy. her gaze never leaves his mouth, transfixed still even as he trails digits across his lips and she blushes deeply at his words. there's a palpable shift that she's more than willing to let herself sink into, obeying him without hesitation and moving easily with him to sit across his lap.
her eyes widen and she looks at him as she feels the pressure of his massive length against her, a soft giggle leaving her. " i love that you're so excited to play with me, daddy, " ren coos enthusiastically, biting her lip and reaching down to position him at her entrance, her sopping cunt parting easily for him over the head as she begins taking him in.
tomás smirked, feeling her shift and squirm in his lap, each movement against him adding to the heat between them. his hand moved to her cheek, brushing his thumb tenderly along her skin as his gaze bore into hers, filled with raw desire and a warmth that only deepened as he looked at her. he drank in every soft cry and breathless murmur, relishing the way her body responded to him, every tremble and moan stoking his need to take her, to make her his.
❛ look at you, mi amor, so ready for me, ❜ he murmured, his voice a rough, husky growl as his hands steadied her. his lips found her neck once more, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin, knowing exactly how it made her shiver against him. ❛ and i love that you’re so eager… so willing to let me take care of you, ❜ he whispered, each word reverberating against her skin like a slow, smoldering fire.
as she positioned him at her entrance, he paused, his gaze catching hers again, holding her still. ❛ i want to feel every inch of you, mi bebe. i want to hear every single sound you make when you let me in, ❜ he said, his voice dipping low, almost a promise. his hand slid to her waist, holding her with a firm, possessive grip as he began to guide her down onto him, feeling the warm, tight welcome of her body as she took him in.
the way she looked at him, so filled with need and trust, made his chest tighten with a rush of satisfaction. he murmured softly, a hint of a smirk on his lips, ❛ just like that, mi vida… let yourself sink into me. i’ve got you. ❜ he held her close, savoring each gasp and shiver, his hands exploring her curves as they moved together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.
the way he says her name results in a soft sigh from her, her heart skipping as he turns his head and looks into her eyes. when their gazes meet it's an instant connection, like it was every time, like it had been since the very first time they laid eyes on each other. she knew it in her heart that they were always meant to be this, to be this close. " of course i do, daddy, " she murmurs sweetly, a soft giggle emitting from her pillowy lips as he shifts and tugs the blanket up over their head in one swift movement.
enrobed in darkness and the smell of him, tucked away in his arms, skin to skin - this was where she wanted to be always. she's still smiling softly as she feels him lean in, his face just barely visible beneath the covers but coming into view as he moved closer. his words cause her to shiver against him, the friction of her clit against his thigh making her moan just as his lips descend upon her own and swallow the sultry noise.
ren presses her forehead against his as his hand snakes around her body to draw her in even closer still. it would never be opposed by her, if she had it her way she would be touching him at all times. she felt everything from reassurance to electricity in his fingertips, his words of encouragement and the tone with which he said them holding such incredible sway over her. " i .. know you want me to ask when i need it, and i need it. "
her breath hitches at his promise, her hips still lazily grinding against his thigh until he reaches down between their bodies and wastes no time in feeling for himself just what he did to her with the mere thought of his touch. " o-oh, " the brunette whines as he spreads her open for him, his hot breath against her ear and neck giving her goosebumps as he whispers and she can't help the loud moan that leaves her at his words.
she can only nod then, humping into his hand as feeling of his teeth against her earlobe gives her the sweetest little taste of that combination of pleasure and pain he was so good at providing for her. " more, please dad .. i'll be such a perfect little girl for you. i can do .. " she pauses as she whimpers, writhing against his hand and shudders at how good it feels, " anything you want. "
tomás’s breath deepens as he watches her, every sound she makes sending a surge of heat through his veins. his fingers trace slow, deliberate circles against her, feeling the tremble of her body as it responds to his touch. his eyes, dark & filled with desire, lock onto hers, & he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over her lips.
❛ you’ve always been so perfect for me, my sweet little princess, ❜ he whispers, his voice a low growl as he drinks in the sight of her, the way her body moves with need against him. his thigh presses harder into her, & he can feel her slick warmth, the rhythm of her movements growing more desperate. ❛ just like this… so eager, so ready to give me everything. ❜
his hand tightens around her, pulling her even closer as his lips trail a slow, heated path along her jawline to her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. ❛ i want to hear more, ❜ he murmurs, his voice a velvet command. ❛ tell me how badly you want it, tell me what you need, mi preciosa. ❜
tomás’s eyes never leave hers as he slowly withdraws his hand from between her legs. the air between them feels charged, thick with anticipation as he brings his fingers, slick with her, to his lips. his tongue flicks out to taste her, & a low, satisfied groan escapes him.
❛ perfect, ❜ he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble, eyes dark with hunger as he savors the taste of her. he watches her reaction closely, letting the moment linger as his fingers trail along his lips, enjoying the effect it has on both of them. ❛ you taste exactly how i imagined, mi amor, ❜ he says, his tone heavy with desire.
tomás’s hands find home at her hips once more, his grip on her tightens, his eyes darkening with unmistakable intent as he shifts beneath her. his voice drops, low & commanding, as he whispers against her ear, ❛ come here, cariño. ❜ his hand trails down her back, urging her to move.
he shifts slightly, adjusting himself, his arousal clear as his hands slide down to her hips. ❛ i want you right here, ❜ he says, his tone thick with desire, his gaze locked onto hers. ❛ i want to feel you—every inch of you. ❜
with a firm but gentle pull, he guides her onto his lap, positioning her above him as his breath hitches in anticipation. his hands hold her steady, fingers pressing into her soft skin as he looks up at her. ❛ you know exactly where i need you, don’t you, my good little girl? come take what’s yours. ❜
Violet knew who and what she wanted. But it was so much more than that. It was an ache that wouldn’t leave, a craving that was always there. It was all consuming that her heart and body desired him. Her hands roamed all over his body like only she could. No-one else would ever come close to being able to have him like this. As she purposefully captured his lips, a sweet sigh emitted as he pulled her closer, their lower halves pressed together wonderfully. His mouth opened letting her tongue push past through his lips and danced with his own. The red-haired women kissed with such urgency and ardor, pouring everything she had into the kiss. Expressing exactly how she felt. As they parted, both needing the breather as she caught her breath. She hummed blissfully, a small smile appearing at his nickname, she was extremely satisfied by his answer. “Good,” she murmured happily.
Her eyelids fluttered at the feel of his fingers against her jaw, a low hum of approval expelled from her lips at his words, “you have no idea how happy that makes me feel. I feel so ecstatic,” she cooed blissfully as her body thrummed with excitement. “You’re mine,” she purred enthusiastically. Her piercing orbs studied his features noting the softened gaze, it made her heart swell exponentially. She placed her hand over his heart, her mouth parted as he lightly traced her lower lip. She shivered with delight. “Pl-please do,” she muttered as her lips lightly touched his once more.
arden’s breath hitched as he watched violet’s lips part, her need palpable between them. his hand, which had just caressed her jaw, began to slowly trail down her body, grazing her neck, then her collarbone, before sliding lower. he could feel the tension coiled tight in her, & the anticipation only added to the fire burning between them. his gaze locked onto hers, seeing the way her pupils dilated with desire, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
his fingers danced over her stomach, teasing her, dragging out the moment just a little longer. he wanted her to feel it, to ache for him as much as he ached for her. the heat radiating from her body sent a thrill through him, but he didn’t rush. he wanted to savor this. she was his, after all, & every second spent making her wait heightened the intensity between them.
when his hand finally slipped lower, between her legs, arden felt the dampness that had pooled there, & a deep, primal satisfaction surged through him. she was already soaked, already craving him as much as he craved her. his fingers pressed against her, teasing the wetness there as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
❛ so wet for me, ❜ he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. ❛ you’re trembling, violet. just aching to be filled, aren’t you? ❜
his fingers slid against her slick skin, teasing her entrance but not quite pushing in, letting her feel how close he was. he reveled in her reaction, the way her body responded to him so naturally, the way she pressed against his hand, desperate for more. his own need was almost unbearable now, but he held back, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath his touch, hungry for him to finally give her what they both wanted.
❛ you want this, don’t you? ❜ he whispered again, his lips grazing her ear as he kept his hand moving against her, slow, deliberate, driving her wild. ❛ tell me how much you want me, baby. ❜
Teresa was ready and willing for anything. The desire that was burgeoning inside was all consuming. The excitement coursing through her veins. Her heart racing at the mere thoughts of what were to happen. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips enticingly. As her darkened orbs studied his features. The power he had over her was insane. Feeling the weight of his gaze upon her, caused her to shiver. His fingers light touch along her jaw. His words, his gruff voice in her ear soothing. Her lips parted at the loss of contact, she was already wound up and nothing had happened…yet. A low of hum of approval emitted from her throat, nodding her head at his words. He could. He could have her however he'd like. She was prepared to go all night for as long as he wanted. "Can't wait," she murmured as she awaited further instructions. Completely overwhelmed with her neediness showing.
archer’s gaze lingered on her, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of teresa trembling under his attention. he could feel the tension rolling off her in waves, her need so palpable it practically hummed in the air between them. the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as his fingers traced the line of her jaw, teasingly light, keeping her on edge.
❛ good girl, ❜ he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. the approval in his tone was unmistakable, & he watched as her lips parted, her breath hitching with anticipation. archer leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, ❛ patience, teresa. you’ll get what you want, but you know how much i like to take my time. ❜
his fingers moved from her jaw to her throat, a featherlight touch that sent shivers down her spine. he could feel how ready she was, how the slightest pressure made her lean into his touch, craving more. ❛ you’re already so eager, ❜ he teased, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. ❛ but i want to see how much you can handle before i even lay a hand on you. ❜
he leaned back slightly, his gaze still locked on hers, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as he held her chin between his fingers. ❛ when i tell you to move, you move. when i say stop, you stop. understood? ❜ his voice was commanding now, leaving no room for hesitation, though the promise of pleasure dripped from every word.
with a final glance, he released her chin, standing tall as he let her simmer in the heat of her desire. ❛ now, let’s see if you can be as obedient as you say you are, ❜ he added with a wicked grin, the anticipation of what was to come building between them.
the way he touches her is both grounding and electrifying at the same time, the tender touch of his fingertips against her back - his hand beneath the fabric of her loose tee shirt so that their contact was even more skin to skin. she inhales deeply and exhales in a satisfied hum against his cheek as he answers her, tucking her against his frame with such ease and gentle intention. the rough timbre of his voice and the warmth of his breath against her hair contributed to the solace that he provided as she let herself come down from the terror that had gripped her.
in the time before she had him in her life, she was a painfully quiet girl - stunted by the untimely death of her mother and thrown into a life of both fending for herself and defending herself against her father. her need for love and affection only grew larger and more painful every time he laid his hands on her with malice. every wound inside of her, both physical and emotional, had started to heal the moment she met tomás. in myriad ways she credited him with her life, believing with her whole heart that if it weren't for him she wouldn't be around anymore.
when he speaks again she whimpers softly, enrobing herself in the comfort he provided as he rests his chin on the top of her head and brings her body closer to his. she parts her legs, letting his knee come between to bring them closer together and resting one thigh on top of his. the way he cradles her there brings her down to earth, back to him, his hand in her hair causing her eyes to flutter shut while his fingers tangle in dark tresses.
she knew every word was true, every expression of his love for her, every promise to her that he made. in the entire time she'd known him, he had only looked after her, protected her, had her best interests at heart always. she couldn't say that about anyone else in her life. tomás was a miracle, the answer to every prayer she'd desperately sobbed out through a bloody lip. the kiss he presses to her temple only solidifies her devotion to him, the way her body reacted to him was just so telling.
ren gently presses her lips to his collar bone, his shoulder, a small smile curving the corners of her lips while he placed his hand over hers and gave a loving squeeze. " i know, " brunette acknowledges, her voice soft but not timid - never with him. he made her feel seen, understood, secure in how he felt about her. she knew he loved her not only by how he told her, but by the way he treated her in all the everyday moments they shared - his touch constant and supportive, his heart open and guiding for her. " i love you, sunny. "
without realizing it, she began to let slumber reclaim her in the safety of his bed, in the steadfast grip of his muscular arms. he held her tighter right then and she nuzzled her nose against his jaw and pressed tender kisses there while she began to comfortably drift off back to sleep under his watchful eye. before long soft snoring begins to emit from the now sleeping girl, her warm little body contentedly wrapped up in his much larger one.
tomás felt her relax against him, the soft hum of contentment vibrating through her body as she nestled closer, her warmth seeping into him. every time she pressed herself against him like this, every little sigh or tender kiss, it anchored him in a way nothing else ever had. his hand continued to trace lazy patterns along her back, fingers brushing over her skin where her shirt had ridden up, as though he needed to remind himself that she was real, that she was here—safe.
his heart ached with a fierce protectiveness as he held her. ren had been through so much, more than anyone should ever have to endure, & yet here she was—strong, beautiful, & his. the thought made his chest swell with both pride & gratitude. she had become the most precious thing in his world, & he never took that for granted. not for a second.
when she whispered those sweet words, ❛ i love you, sunny, ❜ it nearly undid him. that soft, steady voice, filled with affection & trust, always reached the deepest parts of him. she was the light in his life, the one who made everything make sense, & hearing her say those words, knowing that she meant them with all her heart, was everything.
he pressed his lips against the top of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair, his heart beating a little slower, a little steadier, just by having her in his arms. ❛ i love you too, little one. more than you'll ever know. ❜ his voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion as his grip tightened around her, as though he could shield her from every bad thing in the world.
feeling her body relax further against him, he knew she was starting to drift off, her soft breaths beginning to even out. he smiled, pressing another kiss to her temple as her gentle snoring filled the room. the weight of her in his arms, the soft warmth of her skin against his, was a comfort like no other.
tomás adjusted slightly, careful not to wake her, his larger frame curled protectively around her much smaller one. he watched her for a moment, his gaze tracing the curve of her cheek, the way her lips twitched ever so slightly in her sleep. she looked so peaceful like this, so at ease, & it made his heart ache with love for her all over again.
his hand came to rest on hers, fingers interlacing gently as he gave it a soft, loving squeeze. ❛ i’ve got you, ❜ he murmured quietly, even though she was already asleep. ❛ always. ❜
he held her like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head, his body cocooning hers. & as she drifted further into sleep, he stayed awake a little longer, just watching over her, making sure she was okay. because that’s what he did—what he would always do. he would keep her safe, keep her close, & love her with everything he had.
eventually, his own eyes began to grow heavy, lulled by the sound of her steady breathing & the soft rhythm of her heart against his chest. but before he drifted off, he whispered one last thing, his lips brushing her hair.
❛ you’re everything to me, ren. ❜
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there's a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, her eyes finally opening with a choking gasp as she sucks in air and screams. though the feeling wasn't unfamiliar, it never had gotten easier. what had started in her youth had only evolved over time, but her father's cruel hand had tried to put a stop to her night terrors in his own way - the same way he handled everything. with violence. so she became afraid of being afraid, a hand clapping tightly over her mouth as she suffocates her own scream and tries her best to keep herself quiet.
but that isn't the world she lives in anymore.
slowly, ren lets her hand drop and allows herself to cry, to feel, and to realize that the horrors she was experiencing had only been in her dreams. she seeks him out immediately then .. sniffling and rolling out of her bed to pad down the hall to his room on bare feet. without knocking she lefts herself inside, relief flooding her chest at the sight of him there sleeping, and she closes the door behind her before moving quietly over to the bed.
her hands are delicate as she pulls back the covers, her eyes adjusting slightly to the dark and allowing her to see him better - his soft brown hair, those strong arms that would always hold her. she sighs in admiration as she slips into the bed beside him, her heartbeat calming the moment she laid down and nestled herself against the warmth of his bare chest.
she was safe there, undoubtedly so, and her worries fell away rapidly with every breath she took there surrounded by his scent. her breathing becomes more steady as she feels him start to adjust to welcome her closer, her eyes closing as she presses one of her hands flush against his chest directly over his heart. ren leans in, whispering gently against his cheek, " can i stay here ? "
tomás stirred at the soft weight of ren slipping into the bed beside him, her body trembling slightly as it pressed against his. even before he fully woke, he could feel her heartbeat, fast & unsettled against his chest. the night had clearly shaken her, the remnants of fear still clinging to her breath as she tried to find solace in his warmth. he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was her; the familiar scent of her skin, the way she always tucked herself just beneath his arm, seeking comfort like a flower leaning toward the sun—it was all uniquely her.
his arm moved instinctively, wrapping around her without hesitation, pulling her closer to him. he shifted slightly, letting her fit snugly against his chest, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns down the length of her back. his body, still heavy with sleep, began to stir fully awake as he felt her breathing start to steady. but he didn’t rush her. he knew this rhythm too well—the unspoken language of her needing him in the aftermath of whatever nightmares had dragged her from sleep.
for a moment, he kept his eyes closed, simply letting her presence fill the space between them. he felt the coolness of her fingertips on his chest, right over his heart, her delicate touch grounding him just as much as his warmth was soothing her. the tension she carried with her, the shivering quiet of her fear, started to fade as he held her.
❛ of course, ❜ he whispered, his voice still rough with sleep but soft, tender, meant just for her. he turned his head slightly, brushing his lips gently against the top of her head, feeling her curls tickle his skin. his heart clenched at the thought of her wandering the house alone, scared & searching for him. he wished he could chase away those nightmares for good, but he knew she needed him in these moments, needed to find her way back to safety in her own time, in her own way.
his hand continued its slow, soothing path down her back, the rhythm as steady as his breathing. he could feel her start to relax more, the tightness in her muscles unwinding with each stroke of his fingers. she wasn’t trembling as much now, her breath no longer catching with fear. her presence filled the dark, quiet room, pushing away whatever shadows had followed her.
❛ stay as long as you need, my baby, ❜ he murmured, voice a little clearer now as he adjusted, pulling her even closer, tucking her head beneath his chin. he shifted slightly, letting her nestle more comfortably against him, his chest rising & falling in time with her breathing. his other hand came up, fingers threading gently through her hair, cradling the back of her head as if she were something precious, fragile.
he knew about her past—the wounds that still festered in her dreams, the fear that lingered in the corners of her mind. she didn’t talk about it much, but he didn’t need her to. he felt it in moments like this, the way she came to him in the dead of night, vulnerable in a way she never let herself be during the day. it was in the way she sought him out without a word, how she let herself fall apart only when she was close enough to know he’d catch her.
his breath was a soft whisper against her hair, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a shield. ❛ i’ve got you, ❜ he promised, his voice low & soothing, each word meant to wrap around her like a blanket. she was safe here, he’d make sure of that. no matter what had happened in her nightmares, no matter what memories tried to drag her down, they couldn’t reach her while she was in his arms.
as she settled against him, her breathing finally evening out, he shifted just enough to press a kiss against her temple, lingering there for a moment as if he could imprint the reassurance into her skin. he felt her relax further, her fingers still resting over his heart, & he covered her hand with his own, squeezing gently.
❛ you’re safe, ❜ he repeated, his voice a little firmer now, a quiet conviction lacing his words. ❛ i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere. ❜
for a long time, he just lay there, holding her, listening to the sound of her breathing as it grew softer, more peaceful. he didn’t sleep, not yet. he didn’t want to. he wanted to be awake for this, to keep watch over her for as long as she needed. his grip tightened slightly around her, a silent promise that no matter what haunted her dreams, she was safe now. he’d be here for her, always.
& as the night stretched on, his fingers still gently brushing through her hair, he pressed one more kiss to her head, whispering into the quiet, ❛ my sweet little birdie. ❜
hearing him call her by his nickname for her and then echo her desires has her reeling, reaching a high from which she desperately sought not to come down. " yes, baby, yes ! i want it that bad, oh my god, " she groans as his lips come down to ghost against the shell curve of her ear, the image he painted of her stuck in her mind as he buried himself inside her now with obvious intent behind every thrust.
as his lips meet hers she rolls her hips and angles to suck him deeper, eager walls clenching around his cock and aching to milk every single drop of fertile seed he had to offer. she kisses him back and lets herself moan into his mouth, playfully flicking her tongue out to lick his lesser lip as he pulls away from her. it's only enough to speak, but she chases his lips, continuing to pepper small and sweet kisses against him as he speaks. " nobody else. i don't want anyone else, ever. "
the pit of her stomach tightens, her arousal climbing with every second, the promise he made to her almost enough to send her over the edge as he took hold of her hair and pressed his warm, soft lips to her once more. he tasted so sweet and burned like a good alcohol on her tongue. " please, please, please, pleeeease, " she whines desperately, nodding, her chest heaving as she pants and locks her legs around him.
" yes, benji ! " she squeals in delight, raking her fingernails down his back as she feels rope after rope of his hot cum filling her to the brim. it quickly ignites her own powerful orgasm, driving her over the precipice of pleasure and causing her whole body to shudder beneath him as he keeps on fucking his cum into her. " fuck ! " natasha whimpers, reveling in the closeness of him as he rests his forehead against her and holds her body in the aftershocks that wrack her. " ooooooh daddy, you're gonna make me pregnant tonight. i know it. "
ben's breathing was still ragged, his chest heaving as he continued moving inside her, slowly, deliberately, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. his hands gripped her hips gently, holding her in place as if afraid to let go. ❛ you feel so perfect, ❜ he murmured, his voice husky as he looked down at her, eyes dark with desire. the way her body responded to his made it impossible to stop, each soft sound she made spurring him on.
his rhythm was steady, slower now, dragging out the moment. he wanted to feel every inch of her, savor every second of being so intimately connected. ❛ i want to stay like this, ❜ he whispered, his forehead resting against hers, lips brushing just slightly. his breath mixed with hers, his heart pounding in sync with the slow grind of his hips.
he could feel her trembling beneath him, the heat of her skin, & the way her body seemed to cling to his. ❛ i’m not letting go, ❜ he promised softly, his voice low & filled with need, as his hands roamed over her, feeling the way her body moved with him. the sensation was overwhelming, but he didn’t want it to end.
with each deliberate thrust, ben felt his own body reacting, the deep, aching pleasure coursing through him as he buried himself deeper into her warmth. he slowed further, watching her closely, wanting to see every reaction, feel every shudder. his lips found hers again, kissing her deeply, losing himself in the softness of her mouth, the taste of her on his tongue.
❛ you’re everything, ❜ he murmured between kisses, his voice barely a whisper now, thick with emotion as he continued to move inside her, holding her close, cherishing the moment. he wanted to make this last, to keep them connected for as long as he could.
emily would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t urged for this so long- no matter how she’d acted as if he didn’t get under her skin, how she kept her guard up, finally being vulnerable right before him felt almost like freedom. as if being underneth him was how things were meant to be from the very start, she only regretted not letting herself do it sooner.
seeing how lust reflected on his gaze brought such a powerful sensation to her chest as well, even when her position was a much more submissive one- knowing she could arise such desire within the powerful being did cause emily to feel very much alive, even more than she had been before she’d been properly turned.
his teasing voice breathing against her skin causing her cheeks to warm up in a way he knew so well, though her doe eyes were quickly filled up by the need she had- she urged for all of him so desperately, and yet he’d insisted on teasing her until she couldn’t handle it anymore. until her body was pratically squirming and her legs rubbed against his waist to try and get him to give it to her.
“ what if i’m needy? “ her voice broke, nervousness mixed with the impatience of having him posssessing her- she’d beg, if she had to. her eyes widened in full insatisfaction once he pulled out though, rusky voice against her ear demanded she proved she deserved it- hell, she wild do it. she would willingly amuse him if that meant she got to feel the pleasure that only casanova and him alone could provide her.
“ please- please, fuck me raw? tear me apart if you must, choke me, bite me- i fucking need you? “ she begged shamelessly, all her bold bravado fading away in contrast to the daring personality she had shown him for so long. “ make me yours- all yours. all i want in my mind is how fucking good your cock makes me feel, please? casanova- “
his name slipping loudly from her lips, and suddenly she released a loud moan from how firm his thrust was when he finally gave it back to her. her eyes closing slightly, emily reached out to grab her back so that she could remain still, nails digging into his skin out of pleasure. refusing to let go or be apart from him again.
“ i- i will take everything, “ she cooed into his ear, moans becoming louder at each thrust as she returned his rough kiss with one of her own. biting on his lower lip slightly with her hands still gripping his back. “ i’m yours, i- i’m all yours, i’m always going to be? use me for anything you please, i want to belong to you- let me show you i’m your good little slut? “
casanova’s grin deepened, eyes darkening with lust as emily’s words poured out in desperate pleas. her vulnerability, her complete surrender—it made his blood sing with the power he held over her. he loved watching the bold front she had carried for so long dissolve, revealing the needy woman beneath, hungry for him in ways only he could satisfy.
his grip tightened around her waist as he thrust into her, his pace unrelenting, every motion deliberate & calculated. he groaned low in his throat, her moans driving him further, each sound she made confirming how much control he had, how much she wanted him. his lips hovered just above her ear, his breath hot as he spoke.
❛ needy, huh? that’s what you’ve been all along, haven’t you? desperate for me to break you down until you’re nothing but mine, ❜ casanova growled, biting at her neck just enough to leave his mark, a symbol of her submission. his hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch as his own. ❛ you don’t need to prove anything, emily. i know you’re mine. you were mine the second you let me under that tough little skin of yours. ❜
his thrusts grew harder, more intense, as he heard her beg for him, the rawness of her voice making his body ache with need. he reveled in the feel of her nails digging into his back, the way she clung to him as if she’d never let go. casanova’s fangs grazed her skin before sinking into her shoulder, drinking in the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through her.
❛ god, you sound so fucking good when you beg, ❜ he murmured against her skin, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as he kissed up her neck & captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. he pulled away just enough to meet her gaze, eyes gleaming with possession.
❛ you’ll always be mine, little one. don’t ever forget that. ❜ he growled, his voice rough as he kissed her again, biting her lip in return. ❛ you want me to use you? good. i’ll make sure you never forget who owns every fucking inch of you. you’re my good little slut, & i’m going to remind you of that every time i touch you. ❜
with each powerful thrust, casanova took everything she had to offer, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to remind her who was in control. ❛ beg for me again, ❜ he demanded, his voice low & commanding. ❛ tell me how much you fucking need me. ❜
she hated how he got so easy into her skin- how her body language could barely hide just how weak she was, under his grip like that, ankles shaking up slightly as if emily could fall on her knees at anytime if he only let go of her neck. it were in times like these she was particularly happy that beings like him weren’t powerful enough to read minds. she didn’t want to let show what was on hers, as much as her body betrayed her.
the way his gaze remained dropped on her felt like a whole eternity, emily breathed heavily against his chest as her voice came out in such a low tone- much less fierce than the bold temper she was so easy to show off. her cheeks burned red in such a ridiculous manner at the very sight of his smirk, especially so given how it came with the realization he was relishing all of this.
he was relishing having her under his power, or better yet- reafirming how much of it he held against her.
her eyes widened slightly the very second his words reached her ears, whatsoever- good girl. such a condescending term, one that she should be furious towards, yet it still aroused mixed feelings within her hearing it coming from his edgy voice. dangerous yet alluring all at once, quite much like everything else he did. yet still, she didn’t want to submit so easily.
not when it felt like a punishment against herself- under his intimidation grasp or not, she remained quite the same daring thing, and that she’d have to remind him right back. “ for someone so high and mighty, it surely took you long to put me back on my place though, “ she suddenly dared and provoked him, taking the chance that his grip wasn’t as tight as to cut her air off, despite how weak the proximity of his lips against her earlobe made her feel. yet, she had to stay firm.
shivering at how his hand toyed with her skin, she let herself meet his eyes yet once again, despite of how challenging it was to keep it up without breaking the stare. a small gulp resulted from her swallowing hard that she hoped he didn’t notice, even when she was sure he knew her every move like a predator refusing to let its prey draft away one second.
“ i’m not a little girl, and you know that, casanova! “ finally trying to snap herself out of it, younger vampire jerked her head back as if to pull it away from his grip. “ so don’t treat me like one! i- i will respect you out of gratitude, all right? because- because you’re my mentor, and apparently i owe you that much, but i hope you understand a damn difference between respect and obedience ’cause i’m not giving you that second one... “
casanova’s smirk deepened as he listened to emily’s defiant words, his grip tightening ever so slightly around her throat, just enough to remind her of the control he held, but not enough to cut off her air. he relished her struggle, the way she fought to keep up her fierce façade even though her body betrayed her with every shiver, every tremble beneath his touch. he could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips, the tension in her muscles as she tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
his gaze bore into her, dark & unyielding, drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. she was a beautiful contradiction—so desperate to resist him, yet so drawn to the power he held over her. & it was that very struggle, that fire in her eyes, that made breaking her all the more satisfying.
❛ high & mighty, hmm? ❜ he purred, his voice dripping with condescension as his lips brushed against her ear. he could feel her shudder at the proximity, & it only fueled the hunger inside him. ❛ oh, sweet girl, if i wanted you put in your place, you’d already be on your knees. but where’s the fun in that? ❜
his hand slid down from her throat, fingers tracing along her collarbone with a lazy, predatory grace, enjoying the way her breath hitched in response. he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing the skin of her neck, sending a dangerous thrill through her as he whispered, ❛ you think you’re not a little girl? that you don’t need to be reminded of who’s in control? let me remind you of something, emily—you don’t get to decide the difference between respect & obedience. that’s for me to decide. ❜
casanova pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze again, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made it impossible for her to look away. he could see the conflict in her—could practically taste her desire to fight him, even as her body responded to every touch, every word he spoke. it was intoxicating, watching her try to hold onto her defiance, knowing that eventually, she’d break.
❛ you can pretend all you want, ❜ he continued, his voice a low growl as his hand drifted lower, brushing against the fabric of her clothes with agonizing slowness, ❛ but you’re mine. & deep down, you know it. you can throw all the attitude you want, push back as much as you like, but in the end, you’ll always come back to me. you’ll always bend to my will. ❜
he tilted her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze once more, his smile dark and triumphant. ❛ respect or obedience, little one… in time, you’ll realize there’s no difference between the two when it comes to me. you’ll give me both, whether you like it or not. ❜
& with that, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear again, his voice a dangerous whisper. ❛ now… be a good girl & admit it. ❜
closed for my smutty soulmate @thesmuttygazette .
" my love, come here, " ruby coos sweetly, her breath and body trembling with the effort it had taken to begin to end the man's life. she'd lost herself in the pleasure of it, the excitement and adrenaline of every stab she had just delivered with her precious blade. her face, chest, and arms were speckled with his blood and she smiles at her girlfriend as the man's gurgles and anguished screams make up the backdrop to their date.
she drags a finger across the flat side of the knife blade, the blood dripping from the end of her finger as she interlaces the fingers of her free hand with layla's and swipes her bloody finger across the vampire's lips with a devilish smirk. " i want you. now, " the man behind her makes a thud as he engages in a futile attempt to escape . ruby quickly squashes it with glee by grabbing her knife and stabbing though the back of his hand as he crawled - pinning it to the wooden floor.
he screams and she laughs at him, delivering a sharp slap with her open palm to his cheek. " shut up and stay there, we're not done with you, " she orders, rolling her eyes before returning her attention to layla and gripping her lightly by the hip. " let's make him watch .. he'll bleed out, " she moves her hand to the back of her neck, drawing layla's lips to her own and kissing her deeply, the coppery taste of blood flooding her tongue.
layla's eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and adoration as she watched ruby, her heart pounding in sync with the man's labored, desperate breaths. the sight of her lover covered in blood, flushed with the thrill of violence, was intoxicating. she loved this—loved the way ruby claimed her space, wielding her blade with such precise, deadly elegance. the scent of fresh blood filled the air, mingling with the taste ruby offered, and layla’s lips parted as her girlfriend’s bloody finger brushed against them.
a shudder ran through her as ruby spoke, the command in her voice igniting something deep within. layla's hand tightened around ruby’s, her lips curving into a smirk as her tongue flicked out to catch the blood from her lips. she let out a soft, almost purring sound, eyes never leaving ruby's as the man writhed in the background—a backdrop to their shared desire.
❛ you are so beautiful when you’re like this, ❜ layla whispered, her voice low and thick with want. she tilted her head slightly, watching with fascination as ruby casually pinned the man to the floor with a quick stab, his scream only adding to the heady atmosphere between them. ❛ i want you too, my love. i always do, ❜ she breathed, her fingers tracing ruby’s blood-slicked skin as if savoring the feel of it.
as ruby gripped her by the hip, layla leaned into her touch, her cool skin pressed against the warmth of ruby’s. she felt her pulse quicken as ruby’s hand slid up to the back of her neck, pulling her close. the anticipation in the air was electric. layla didn’t resist—she surrendered to the kiss, her lips crushing against ruby’s in a fierce, hungry embrace. the taste of blood flooded her senses, and it drove her wild.
the vampire moaned softly into the kiss, deepening it, her hand slipping to ruby’s waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. the man’s groans in the background only seemed to fuel their passion. layla gripped ruby tighter, her other hand tangling in her red hair, tugging gently as she kissed her harder, teeth grazing ruby’s bottom lip.
❛ let’s fucking make him watch, ❜ layla whispered against her lips, her breath hot and shaky with desire. she glanced back briefly at the pinned man, his fear and agony painting the perfect stage for their wicked romance. ❛ let him see what real pleasure looks like before he bleeds out. make him understand that his suffering is just the beginning, and we're the ones who control how it ends. ❜
layla’s fingers slid down ruby’s back, nails grazing her skin lightly as her voice lowered to a seductive murmur. ❛ take me, my love. i’m yours. just like you’re mine. ❜ her eyes burned with desire, a wicked gleam in them as she pressed her body against ruby’s, letting the tension between them spill over, the night unfolding into something dark and beautiful.
it surprised her just how much she loved this. she'd been so shy when they met, so concerned with herself in a way that held her back from exploring all the things she might enjoy. nadine beamed now, radiant beneath him and relishing in the opportunity to be a beautiful, perfect little doll for him - the complete object of his attention and affection.
the camera added a new layer of fun for her, her eagerness to perform only intensified by the presence of the device. she knew their intimacy would be captured forever, the way she so willingly gives herself over to him, the way she would do anything he asked. she imagines him watching it back and giggles softly as she notices the way he focuses on her foot.
when he speaks to her she snaps out of her lustful reverie, though his voice is only more fuel to her fire and send shivers up her spine. he knew it would, he had to with that tone he used. she adjusts for him as he shifts the camera and looks pointedly at the lens before pursing her lips in a kiss for the playback. she nods at his words, emphatic. " always, daddy. " her voice is a soft moan that emits when he kisses the inside of her ankle. it felt so intimate, and only continued to as he inched further up her leg with his lips.
nadine tugs slightly against her restraints, " that tickles .. " she protests in a low whine, his movements causing her to arch her back and squirm as the ticklish sensation creeps through her body. his command snaps her attention right to him, her mouth parting in a soft gasp as their eyes meet and the intensity of his gaze shoots right to her core. " i .. i want you to suck on my toes, " she confesses in a hushed whisper, catching her lip between her teeth as she looks at him.
dimitri’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched nadine squirm beneath him, her body an irresistible display of submission and desire. she was so breathtaking like this—completely vulnerable, completely his. her soft moan, the way she looked into the camera with that mix of mischief and adoration, only heightened the possessiveness burning through him.
❛ good girl, ❜ he murmured, his voice deep, reverberating through the quiet of the room as he pressed another lingering kiss to her calf. his eyes never left her, dark and full of intent, knowing just how to unravel her with every touch. the way she tugged against her restraints, helpless and needy, made him grin—he loved seeing her like this, offering herself to him with such willingness, such perfect devotion.
as his lips traveled higher, her soft protest made him chuckle, a low, throaty sound. ❛ ticklish, hmm? ❜ he teased, letting his breath hover just above her skin before brushing his lips over the tender flesh again, sending another wave of sensation through her. he relished how her body reacted, how even the simplest touch could make her tremble.
but then she spoke, her whispered confession cutting through the playful tension in the air. dimitri paused, his gaze locking with hers as her words settled between them. a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and the intensity in his eyes deepened as he looked at her—his beautiful little doll, asking him for exactly what she wanted.
❛ such a naughty girl, ❜ he whispered back, his voice a silken promise as he shifted his weight, his hands grazing up her thighs before settling at her ankles. ❛ asking for something so filthy… but you know i’ll always give you what you need. ❜
he lowered his head slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation build as he brought his lips to her toes. his breath was warm against her skin, and he watched her with an almost predatory gaze as he wrapped his mouth around her smallest toe, sucking gently at first, teasing her. his tongue flicked against her skin, sending soft shivers up her leg, and he could feel the tension radiating through her body as she tried to hold still.
dimitri’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh, possessive and firm, as his lips moved to her other toes, giving them the same slow, deliberate attention. he watched her intently, savoring every gasp, every twitch of her body as he worshiped her the way she wanted. his mouth moved with purpose, sucking harder now, knowing exactly how much it was driving her wild.
❛ tell me, little one, ❜ he whispered between kisses, his voice dark and full of control, ❛ how does it feel to be completely mine? ❜
leah is more than determined, heart set on showing him just what he had been missing while he was gone. she'd made herself a vision just to torture him, clothed in a tiny white lace thong and matching babydoll tank and skirting around the bedroom just out of his reach. the attention felt good, great, better than she had thought it would .. her desire to be desired by him running so deep that seeing him lose his mind would only serve to wind her up as well.
" god, i'm so wet, " she whimpers, daintily pushing her panties aside and stroking her delicate digits through silken folds, a soft shiver coursing through her body as she lies back and slowly parts her legs for him to get a good view of her exposed cunt as she continued touching herself. in a way it was torture for her too, as she'd missed him desperately in every way, had spent so many nights craving his touch, his teeth, his overwhelming ability to make her feel like the most precious thing in his entire world.
her heart stutters as his growl rips through the quiet of the room, the cracking of the wood in the doorframe causing a spike of adrenaline in her system. her eyes flashed instantly to the doorway and she exhales longingly as she stares at him, his need for her evident in the way he looks at her, the way he pumps furiously at his cock. hearing him snarl and threaten her only ignited her further, inspired her to see just how far she might be able to push before she let him in.
leah moans and dips a finger into her little hole, her eyes locked on him the entire time. " so warm, and tight .. it's been so long since you stretched me out, " she coos sweetly, batting her eyes and panting softly with a nod as her lips curve in a devilish little smile. " i do love it. i love knowing you need me like i need you. " she adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of her slowly, arching her back against the bed and letting her eyes roll back in pleasure.
a surprised noise pushes past her lips as she watches him destroy the wood of the frame, his restraint so clearly being pushed to the absolute limit. " mmm, " she hums, " okay, " the girl pulls her digits out of her pussy and draws herself up to her knees on the bed, bouncing slightly and tossing her hair back as she looks at him. " come here, baby. come inside. "
ambrose’s breath hitched the moment he laid eyes on her—leah, his leah, putting on this perfect display just for him. his gaze devoured every inch of her, the delicate white lace teasing him as she moved just out of reach, her body taunting him with every step. the fire inside him flared, his mind racing with thoughts of how long he'd craved this, craved her.
his jaw clenched as he watched her fingers disappear between her legs, her soft whimper sending a violent shiver of need coursing through him. the sight of her lying back, legs spread wide, & offering him a view of her dripping cunt was maddening. his hands twitched, fingers aching to claim her, but he stood at the threshold, eyes burning into her as she touched herself, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
her words—so sweet, so teasing—only added fuel to the fire. a growl ripped from his chest, primal & raw, as the doorframe cracked beneath his tightening grip. the sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, but it barely registered over the pounding in his ears, the violent thrumming of his need for her.
❛ fuck, leah, ❜ ambrose snarled, his voice thick with desperation, his cock aching as he stroked himself harder. she was pushing him, playing her dangerous game, & he could barely hold on, barely stop himself from ripping the door down & taking her right there. his restraint was threadbare at best, the sharp edge of his desire tearing through any semblance of control he had left.
her moans, the way her fingers worked inside her, the sight of her arching her back in pleasure—each movement was designed to break him, to see just how far she could push. & it was working. every second felt like a new kind of torture, every moment away from her a searing agony.
when she finally knelt on the bed, bouncing slightly, her hair falling in soft waves, his resolve shattered. the invitation in her voice was undeniable, her words pulling him in like a siren's call.
ambrose stormed into the room, the broken doorframe splintering beneath his steps as he crossed the space between them. his eyes were wild with need, dark with hunger. he reached for her, his hands possessive as they grabbed her waist and yanked her toward him.
❛ you've been driving me fucking insane, ❜ he growled, his voice low & dangerous as he pressed her against him, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingers. his lips ghosted over hers, teasing her with the closeness but refusing to kiss her just yet. ❛ you think you can play with me like this & not expect to be punished? ❜
without waiting for an answer, he pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as his hand found the collar of her tank, tugging it down roughly. his mouth finally claimed hers, bruising, hungry, as his hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing against her soaked entrance. he groaned against her lips, his cock throbbing as he felt how ready she was for him.
❛ you're mine, ❜ he growled, fingers teasing her before pulling away abruptly, leaving her wanting. ❛ & i'm going to remind you exactly what that means. ❜
closed for my dandelion baby @thesmuttygazette .
" oh my gosh, baby. is this because i've been such a good girl ? " her voice is low and sweet, lashes fluttering softly as she scoots closer to him and looks down at the leather collar he holds in his hands. she sees the small charm dangling and grabs it, grinning at the sight of his name etched there in the metal. the gift ignited something in her, a soft sigh of appreciation falling from her lips as she leans forward and presses her lips to his cheek.
she reaches for his hands then, pulling them up, moving her lips to his ear to whisper, " will you put it on me ? " before gently nuzzling her nose against the side of his head. her eyes drift down, a delighted gasp departing her as she sets her sights on something else sitting behind him on the bed - a matching leather leash. her eyes sparkle with uncertainty and excitement, her arousal spiking at the idea of playing with these things .. of being a perfect little pet for him to enjoy.
" wait ! is .. " she pulls back to meet his gaze, " is that for me too ? " her hope is all too clear in her voice, biting her lip and wiggling her body happily.
ambrose’s eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he watched her excitement unfold, the way her body seemed to tremble with anticipation at his touch. the leather collar hung loosely in his hand, the small charm reflecting the flicker of light in the room, and he couldn’t help the smug grin that spread across his face.
❛ such a good girl, ❜ he murmured, his voice dripping with approval, ❛ you’ve more than earned this. ❜
he let her reach for his hands, feeling the warmth of her lips as she whispered against his ear. the softness of her touch, the sweetness of her words — it all made his pulse quicken in a way that only she could. he allowed her to pull back just enough to meet her gaze, the unspoken question hanging in the air between them as her eyes drifted to the leash behind him.
ambrose leaned in, his breath brushing her neck as he whispered, ❛ it’s all for you, my baby. ❜ he paused, letting the weight of the moment sink in, feeling her excitement, her need for him. his lips grazed her ear before he added, ❛ every bit of it… for my perfect little pet. ❜
he pulled back slightly, lifting the collar in his hands, holding it just above her neck. his smirk widened as he met her gaze, watching the way her eyes sparkled with hope and desire. ❛ now be still, love, ❜ he said, his tone low and commanding. ❛ let me see just how pretty you look in your collar. ❜
with deliberate slowness, he wrapped the leather around her throat, fastening it with care, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. as the charm settled against her collarbone, he reached for the matching leash, holding it up for her to see.
❛ think you can handle being mine completely? ❜ he asked, his eyes never leaving hers, a challenge in his voice, though laced with affection. ❛ because once this is on, baby, there’s no going back. ❜
muse a is a librarian at a prestigious university and muse b is the stoic professor that spends their days researching in the library until they have to be practically forced out at the end of the night until one night muse a decides to stay late too and finally ask muse b what they've been researching during all those long nights
@ofinfinitedreams asked: ❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜
archer’s gaze darkened, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stepped closer, the air between them thick with tension. his voice, low & rough, sent a shiver through the space between them.
❛ you say that like you’re making it easy for me, ❜ he murmured, his eyes roaming over her with deliberate slowness. ❛ but i’ve never been one for simple choices. ❜
he tilted his head, fingers grazing lightly along her jaw, as though already savoring the decision he was about to make. ❛ why settle for one, ❜ he whispered, leaning in, ❛ when i can have both? ❜
there was a brief pause, his breath ghosting over her skin before he stepped back, leaving the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air. ❛ now, be good, ❜ he added, voice a deep rumble, ❛ & we’ll see where i put you first. ❜
as the woman closed the distance between them lorena could feel weakness tugging at the backs of her knees, a slow tingle creeping its way up her spine. and she couldn't do anything about these reactions, it seemed they were simply beyond her control. there was something keenly otherworldly about the woman, ximena .. a name she felt sure she wouldn't soon forget.
the way she spoke, the way she watched her, lorena was almost disappointed she couldn't attribute this to magic. she'd never felt so affected by a person, set back on her heels and anticipating whatever might come next. before lorena can formulate a response, ximena comes even closer still and the proximity has lorena's breath catching in her throat.
her eyes shift down then, watching as her delicate fingertips caress her arm and the sensation results in a soft sigh slipping from her lips despite herself. " i'm lorena, but .. most people call me lo, " she shrugs slightly, her slender shoulders rising an falling before she drags her gaze back up to meet the other woman's. the way she touched her then had her reeling, her words causing lorena's mouth to part in slight shock.
" i .. " she begins, but her words dry on her tongue as she feels the warmth of ximena's breath against her ear. there's a dangerous feeling brewing inside of her, an acute and persistent desire to throw all remaining caution to the wind. she'd been so perfectly set up for it, all she had to do was give in .. admit to what she wanted. the woman's promise that she wouldn't forget their time together keeps ringing in her ears as she leans into her touch only to feel ximena pull back to look at her at that moment.
she feels vulnerable, but allows their eyes to meet and immediately she longs to be swept up in whatever whirlwind, whatever force of nature ximena was. " y-you're right, about someone .. taking control, " she swallows hard, her breath shaky at the confession but tinged with obvious excitement. " i want that. "
ximena’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as lorena—or lo, as she’d just introduced herself—spoke. the way her name sounded on the brunette’s tongue was music, but it was the vulnerability in her voice, that unmistakable tremor of desire, that ximena reveled in. she had her right where she wanted her—caught between wanting & surrender, a fine line between fear & exhilaration.
her hand continued to trace lightly over lo’s arm, the delicate touch sending ripples of heat through the air between them. the way lo’s breath hitched, the way she leaned ever so slightly into her, made ximena’s own pulse quicken. there was something delicious about the control she held, but also in the way lo responded—eager, wanting, almost helpless to her own desire.
ximena tilted her head, her lips barely a whisper away from lo’s ear as she spoke, her voice low and sultry. ❛ oh, lo, ❜ she murmured, the name dripping from her lips like honey, ❛ i could tell the moment i laid eyes on you that you needed this. ❜ her fingers slid up to gently cup the back of lo’s neck, her thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below her jaw. ❛ you crave someone who can take control, who knows exactly what you need, even before you know it yourself. ❜
she pulled back just slightly, enough for their eyes to meet again, her dark gaze locking with lo’s. there was no need for magic here—ximena’s presence alone was intoxicating, drawing lo in like a moth to a flame. she could see the conflict in her, that dangerous cocktail of fear & excitement, & she intended to push her further over the edge.
❛ you don’t have to hold back anymore, ❜ ximena whispered, her breath warm against lo’s skin. ❛ let go, mi amor. give yourself to me, & i’ll show you what it truly means to be taken care of. ❜ she leaned in close, her lips just grazing the edge of lo’s jaw as she let the promise hang in the air between them.
there was no rush—ximena knew how to play this game, to make lo feel every moment of it, & to leave her wanting more. ❛ i’ll make sure this is a night you’ll never forget. ❜
