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As she truly awoke and came to understand the situation she was in the middle of, Essa only felt more confused. His tone was teasing, which she was more than familiar with by now, but it seemed... warmer somehow. The way he leaned forward to press against her, his mouth by her ear... It didn’t make sense. Nor did the way he frowned at her as he pulled back when she released him. Confusion and disappointment were all that seemed to be there.
But that was impossible.
What came next happened too quickly for her to anticipate as he rolled himself to hover over her. His words took her back to comments made in locker rooms, and a particularly bad homecoming dance. He couldn’t be attracted to her, which meant it was just like that dance. He was pretending to make fun of her. So he could laugh at her. That was enough to feel tears almost pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t dare give him the satisfaction, nor would she fall for his games.
Yet still, her body squirmed slightly beneath his, far from immune to his proximity. Still, when she looked up at him there was only hurt in her dark hazel eyes - though perhaps a flicker of fire remained in their depths. It was the breathlessness of her voice that betrayed her.
“How dare you,” she whispered. “I know I’m a bit naive, but I’m not that clueless. I know that that-” she paused to gesture towards his lower half “-has nothing to do with me. I know that I’m not the ‘hot chick’ of the story. I know guys like you could never think of me that way.” Her throat felt desert dry, like she had to choke the words out. “I said I was sorry, and I meant it. Villain or not, you don’t have to be cruel about it, Ky-” Her voice cut off suddenly as emotion threatened to overwhelm her and she turned her head away from him, hoping he wouldn’t see. She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, achingly aware of just how close he was, of how much larger he was than her, and how he had her entirely trapped at his mercy. And all the while she cursed the thought that lingered in the back of her head, knowing that what he presented was just a trap.
But… did she really want to die a virgin?
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As she truly awoke and came to understand the situation she was in the middle of, Essa only felt more confused. His tone was teasing, which she was more than familiar with by now, but it seemed... warmer somehow. The way he leaned forward to press against her, his mouth by her ear... It didn’t make sense. Nor did the way he frowned at her as he pulled back when she released him. Confusion and disappointment were all that seemed to be there.
But that was impossible.
What came next happened too quickly for her to anticipate as he rolled himself to hover over her. His words took her back to comments made in locker rooms, and a particularly bad homecoming dance. He couldn’t be attracted to her, which meant it was just like that dance. He was pretending to make fun of her. So he could laugh at her. That was enough to feel tears almost pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t dare give him the satisfaction, nor would she fall for his games.
Yet still, her body squirmed slightly beneath his, far from immune to his proximity. Still, when she looked up at him there was only hurt in her dark hazel eyes - though perhaps a flicker of fire remained in their depths. It was the breathlessness of her voice that betrayed her.
“How dare you,” she whispered. “I know I’m a bit naive, but I’m not that clueless. I know that that-” she paused to gesture towards his lower half “-has nothing to do with me. I know that I’m not the ‘hot chick’ of the story. I know guys like you could never think of me that way.” Her throat felt desert dry, like she had to choke the words out. “I said I was sorry, and I meant it. Villain or not, you don’t have to be cruel about it, Ky-” Her voice cut off suddenly as emotion threatened to overwhelm her and she turned her head away from him, hoping he wouldn’t see. She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, achingly aware of just how close he was, of how much larger he was than her, and how he had her entirely trapped at his mercy. And all the while she cursed the thought that lingered in the back of her head, knowing that what he presented was just a trap.
But… did she really want to die a virgin?
As she truly awoke and came to understand the situation she was in the middle of, Essa only felt more confused. His tone was teasing, which she was more than familiar with by now, but it seemed... warmer somehow. The way he leaned forward to press against her, his mouth by her ear... It didn’t make sense. Nor did the way he frowned at her as he pulled back when she released him. Confusion and disappointment were all that seemed to be there.
But that was impossible.
What came next happened too quickly for her to anticipate as he rolled himself to hover over her. His words took her back to comments made in locker rooms, and a particularly bad homecoming dance. He couldn’t be attracted to her, which meant it was just like that dance. He was pretending to make fun of her. So he could laugh at her. That was enough to feel tears almost pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t dare give him the satisfaction, nor would she fall for his games.
Yet still, her body squirmed slightly beneath his, far from immune to his proximity. Still, when she looked up at him there was only hurt in her dark hazel eyes - though perhaps a flicker of fire remained in their depths. It was the breathlessness of her voice that betrayed her.
“How dare you,” she whispered. “I know I’m a bit naive, but I’m not that clueless. I know that that-” she paused to gesture towards his lower half “-has nothing to do with me. I know that I’m not the ‘hot chick’ of the story. I know guys like you could never think of me that way.” Her throat felt desert dry, like she had to choke the words out. “I said I was sorry, and I meant it. Villain or not, you don’t have to be cruel about it, Ky-” Her voice cut off suddenly as emotion threatened to overwhelm her and she turned her head away from him, hoping he wouldn’t see. She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, achingly aware of just how close he was, of how much larger he was than her, and how he had her entirely trapped at his mercy. And all the while she cursed the thought that lingered in the back of her head, knowing that what he presented was just a trap.
But… did she really want to die a virgin?
‘How dare you.’
What? The sinfully playful look on his face quickly faded, to be replaced by one of honest confusion. His brows knitted together, that grin disappeared and his jaw set firmly as he gritted his teeth. The confusion slowly turning to that seething hatred. He knew it… she was just like everyone else, thinking they were better than him. Wait…. What? ‘I’m not the hot chick of the story… guys like you could never think of me that way.’ Did she really just say that? The hatred he felt rising in him, sank so low it was like a gut punch. The confusion returned, deepening the crease between his brows. “I wasn’t being cruel. I -” Was she about to cry? All he’d wanted to do was see her cheek get all red and flustered. He’d only been half serious about wanting to screw her brains out. But now… “Do you honestly not realize how incredibly hot you look to me right now? You’re in my shirt, wearing some of the sexiest underwear I have ever…” He stopped, letting out an exasperated breath. He shook his head and rolled away from her and to his feet in one fluid motion. “You know what. Never mind. I’m going to take a shower.” His tone was back to the hard and clipped manner he’d had with her all the day before. The teasing mood he’d been in completely ruined by her accusations that he’d only meant to be cruel to her. He might want to torture and kill her, but Kyros was not one to joke about sex. Especially not when he was so hard his body ached from it. He better make it a cold shower.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Kyros was clean and dressed, in jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots, and looking every bit as imposing as he had the day before - including his knives back in their customary place on his wrists. His eyes narrowed as he came out of the bedroom, looking for the bitch that had turned him down. If she had slipped out of the suite while he was showering he was going to make her bleed for making him chase her down.
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‘How dare you.’
What? The sinfully playful look on his face quickly faded, to be replaced by one of honest confusion. His brows knitted together, that grin disappeared and his jaw set firmly as he gritted his teeth. The confusion slowly turning to that seething hatred. He knew it… she was just like everyone else, thinking they were better than him. Wait…. What? ‘I’m not the hot chick of the story… guys like you could never think of me that way.’ Did she really just say that? The hatred he felt rising in him, sank so low it was like a gut punch. The confusion returned, deepening the crease between his brows. “I wasn’t being cruel. I -” Was she about to cry? All he’d wanted to do was see her cheek get all red and flustered. He’d only been half serious about wanting to screw her brains out. But now… “Do you honestly not realize how incredibly hot you look to me right now? You’re in my shirt, wearing some of the sexiest underwear I have ever…” He stopped, letting out an exasperated breath. He shook his head and rolled away from her and to his feet in one fluid motion. “You know what. Never mind. I’m going to take a shower.” His tone was back to the hard and clipped manner he’d had with her all the day before. The teasing mood he’d been in completely ruined by her accusations that he’d only meant to be cruel to her. He might want to torture and kill her, but Kyros was not one to joke about sex. Especially not when he was so hard his body ached from it. He better make it a cold shower.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Kyros was clean and dressed, in jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots, and looking every bit as imposing as he had the day before - including his knives back in their customary place on his wrists. His eyes narrowed as he came out of the bedroom, looking for the bitch that had turned him down. If she had slipped out of the suite while he was showering he was going to make her bleed for making him chase her down.
‘How dare you.’
What? The sinfully playful look on his face quickly faded, to be replaced by one of honest confusion. His brows knitted together, that grin disappeared and his jaw set firmly as he gritted his teeth. The confusion slowly turning to that seething hatred. He knew it… she was just like everyone else, thinking they were better than him. Wait…. What? ‘I’m not the hot chick of the story… guys like you could never think of me that way.’ Did she really just say that? The hatred he felt rising in him, sank so low it was like a gut punch. The confusion returned, deepening the crease between his brows. “I wasn’t being cruel. I -” Was she about to cry? All he’d wanted to do was see her cheek get all red and flustered. He’d only been half serious about wanting to screw her brains out. But now… “Do you honestly not realize how incredibly hot you look to me right now? You’re in my shirt, wearing some of the sexiest underwear I have ever…” He stopped, letting out an exasperated breath. He shook his head and rolled away from her and to his feet in one fluid motion. “You know what. Never mind. I’m going to take a shower.” His tone was back to the hard and clipped manner he’d had with her all the day before. The teasing mood he’d been in completely ruined by her accusations that he’d only meant to be cruel to her. He might want to torture and kill her, but Kyros was not one to joke about sex. Especially not when he was so hard his body ached from it. He better make it a cold shower.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Kyros was clean and dressed, in jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots, and looking every bit as imposing as he had the day before - including his knives back in their customary place on his wrists. His eyes narrowed as he came out of the bedroom, looking for the bitch that had turned him down. If she had slipped out of the suite while he was showering he was going to make her bleed for making him chase her down.
It wasn’t until she dared to look at his face that she saw the crease of his brow and the confusion that was etched into his features. His words shook her to her core, unable to reconcile them with all that she had heard before. Did he really... Was he honestly attracted to her? She didn’t think he was lying, but she was struggling to wrap her mind around it regardless.
Before she could even try, suddenly he was gone, striding away as though nothing had ever happened. She found that some part of her missed the warmth of him above her. Indeed, her mind seemed intent on trying to imagine what might have happened if she had said nothing, as though they were characters in one of her romance novels.
A few minutes of that was all it took for her to know she couldn’t just sit here or she’d go mad. So she did the only thing she could think of. She walked into the kitchen intent on making them both breakfast. Looking around his fridge, she saw bacon and eggs... that would be easy enough. She didn’t know how he preferred his eggs so she set about frying up the bacon first. That would definitely take the longest either way.
Still his words replayed through her mind, over and over. She wasn’t sure what to think of them, but she felt bad. He had seemed almost... well, hurt when he left. She hoped breakfast would help. But some part of her couldn’t help herself from wanting to feel his attention on her again. It had been unlike anything she had ever felt before. So she tucked one corner of his shirt into the waist of her panties, just enough to look unintentional but when her back was to him, he’d get a glimpse of the view he apparently enjoyed.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes were narrowed and he reminded her of that first meeting again. He moved like a predator, preparing to chase down his prey. “Morning!” she called out, her voice cheerful - though perhaps the tiniest bit forced - but her smile genuine. “I started on breakfast. How do you like your eggs by the way?”
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It wasn’t until she dared to look at his face that she saw the crease of his brow and the confusion that was etched into his features. His words shook her to her core, unable to reconcile them with all that she had heard before. Did he really... Was he honestly attracted to her? She didn’t think he was lying, but she was struggling to wrap her mind around it regardless.
Before she could even try, suddenly he was gone, striding away as though nothing had ever happened. She found that some part of her missed the warmth of him above her. Indeed, her mind seemed intent on trying to imagine what might have happened if she had said nothing, as though they were characters in one of her romance novels.
A few minutes of that was all it took for her to know she couldn’t just sit here or she’d go mad. So she did the only thing she could think of. She walked into the kitchen intent on making them both breakfast. Looking around his fridge, she saw bacon and eggs... that would be easy enough. She didn’t know how he preferred his eggs so she set about frying up the bacon first. That would definitely take the longest either way.
Still his words replayed through her mind, over and over. She wasn’t sure what to think of them, but she felt bad. He had seemed almost... well, hurt when he left. She hoped breakfast would help. But some part of her couldn’t help herself from wanting to feel his attention on her again. It had been unlike anything she had ever felt before. So she tucked one corner of his shirt into the waist of her panties, just enough to look unintentional but when her back was to him, he’d get a glimpse of the view he apparently enjoyed.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes were narrowed and he reminded her of that first meeting again. He moved like a predator, preparing to chase down his prey. “Morning!” she called out, her voice cheerful - though perhaps the tiniest bit forced - but her smile genuine. “I started on breakfast. How do you like your eggs by the way?”
It wasn’t until she dared to look at his face that she saw the crease of his brow and the confusion that was etched into his features. His words shook her to her core, unable to reconcile them with all that she had heard before. Did he really... Was he honestly attracted to her? She didn’t think he was lying, but she was struggling to wrap her mind around it regardless.
Before she could even try, suddenly he was gone, striding away as though nothing had ever happened. She found that some part of her missed the warmth of him above her. Indeed, her mind seemed intent on trying to imagine what might have happened if she had said nothing, as though they were characters in one of her romance novels.
A few minutes of that was all it took for her to know she couldn’t just sit here or she’d go mad. So she did the only thing she could think of. She walked into the kitchen intent on making them both breakfast. Looking around his fridge, she saw bacon and eggs... that would be easy enough. She didn’t know how he preferred his eggs so she set about frying up the bacon first. That would definitely take the longest either way.
Still his words replayed through her mind, over and over. She wasn’t sure what to think of them, but she felt bad. He had seemed almost... well, hurt when he left. She hoped breakfast would help. But some part of her couldn’t help herself from wanting to feel his attention on her again. It had been unlike anything she had ever felt before. So she tucked one corner of his shirt into the waist of her panties, just enough to look unintentional but when her back was to him, he’d get a glimpse of the view he apparently enjoyed.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes were narrowed and he reminded her of that first meeting again. He moved like a predator, preparing to chase down his prey. “Morning!” she called out, her voice cheerful - though perhaps the tiniest bit forced - but her smile genuine. “I started on breakfast. How do you like your eggs by the way?”
The predator’s gaze zeroed in on her from across the room. The tone of her greeting made him raise a brow and tilt his head to the side. She was cooking? She knew how to cook? Didn’t she have like… maids or some shit? He’d done the research on her and her father while he’d been out the day before getting supplies. Mainly how much the family was worth, the company. He knew what school she went to, what country club her father belonged to. It certainly appeared as if she had the staff to do everything for her including cooking. So go figure the princess even knew what a stove was.
He strode casually to join her in the kitchen to see what she had accomplished. When he came around the island counter, his eyes were instantly pulled down to her bare legs, and when she turned to check the bacon, he was greeted by an extremely nice view of her ass, for the shirt she wore had been caught by the waistline of her panties. He sucked in a breath, and cursed his luck. He’d just gotten himself under control in the shower and now she was walking around his kitchen like she was completely unaware of the powers she could hold over a man. He needed to distract himself. “Here. Let me.” He took the spatula from her, turned the heat on the electric stove down a bit. The bacon looked like it was pretty much done so he pulled most of it out of the pan and dropped them onto the plate she’d put out on the counter. “The answer to your question is fried, by the way. But… it’s good that you did the bacon first.” He flashed her a quick look, a devilish wink, and cracked an egg directly into the sizzling bacon grease. He cracked about five eggs total into the pan.
Before long he had two plates fixed up, his having three of the grease fried eggs on it, along with more than half of the peppered bacon.
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The predator’s gaze zeroed in on her from across the room. The tone of her greeting made him raise a brow and tilt his head to the side. She was cooking? She knew how to cook? Didn’t she have like… maids or some shit? He’d done the research on her and her father while he’d been out the day before getting supplies. Mainly how much the family was worth, the company. He knew what school she went to, what country club her father belonged to. It certainly appeared as if she had the staff to do everything for her including cooking. So go figure the princess even knew what a stove was.
He strode casually to join her in the kitchen to see what she had accomplished. When he came around the island counter, his eyes were instantly pulled down to her bare legs, and when she turned to check the bacon, he was greeted by an extremely nice view of her ass, for the shirt she wore had been caught by the waistline of her panties. He sucked in a breath, and cursed his luck. He’d just gotten himself under control in the shower and now she was walking around his kitchen like she was completely unaware of the powers she could hold over a man. He needed to distract himself. “Here. Let me.” He took the spatula from her, turned the heat on the electric stove down a bit. The bacon looked like it was pretty much done so he pulled most of it out of the pan and dropped them onto the plate she’d put out on the counter. “The answer to your question is fried, by the way. But… it’s good that you did the bacon first.” He flashed her a quick look, a devilish wink, and cracked an egg directly into the sizzling bacon grease. He cracked about five eggs total into the pan.
Before long he had two plates fixed up, his having three of the grease fried eggs on it, along with more than half of the peppered bacon.
The predator’s gaze zeroed in on her from across the room. The tone of her greeting made him raise a brow and tilt his head to the side. She was cooking? She knew how to cook? Didn’t she have like… maids or some shit? He’d done the research on her and her father while he’d been out the day before getting supplies. Mainly how much the family was worth, the company. He knew what school she went to, what country club her father belonged to. It certainly appeared as if she had the staff to do everything for her including cooking. So go figure the princess even knew what a stove was.
He strode casually to join her in the kitchen to see what she had accomplished. When he came around the island counter, his eyes were instantly pulled down to her bare legs, and when she turned to check the bacon, he was greeted by an extremely nice view of her ass, for the shirt she wore had been caught by the waistline of her panties. He sucked in a breath, and cursed his luck. He’d just gotten himself under control in the shower and now she was walking around his kitchen like she was completely unaware of the powers she could hold over a man. He needed to distract himself. “Here. Let me.” He took the spatula from her, turned the heat on the electric stove down a bit. The bacon looked like it was pretty much done so he pulled most of it out of the pan and dropped them onto the plate she’d put out on the counter. “The answer to your question is fried, by the way. But… it’s good that you did the bacon first.” He flashed her a quick look, a devilish wink, and cracked an egg directly into the sizzling bacon grease. He cracked about five eggs total into the pan.
Before long he had two plates fixed up, his having three of the grease fried eggs on it, along with more than half of the peppered bacon.
Making friends with the household staff did have some benefits. Essa actually knew her way around the kitchen fairly well. Enough to handle the basics of most meals at least. Though once her father had found out she was helping the chef cook the meals, her hours had been changed so she was only there to prep the meals while Essa was at school.
She wasn’t paying enough attention as he rounded the island to notice the way he sucked in his breath, or the way his eyes lingered over her behind. She hoped he would enjoy the more than a glimpse of her underwear, but if he did, he hid it well. Instead, he surprised her by taking the spatula from her hand entirely. For half a moment, she wondered if he was unhappy with what she had done.
Essa stepped to the side, eyes watching him carefully. Her eyes lit up though as he continued with something that almost sounded like a compliment. It pleased her more than it had any right to given the situation. More than anything, she was glad to see that side of him she had started to see this morning returning. She much preferred it to the hardness he preferred to project. She leaned against the counter, propped up on her elbows. Her back arched slightly into the position, lifting her bottom a little higher, popping her hip as she watched him.
“Thanks,” she answered with a smile as he slid forward a plate. She picked up a piece of bacon, nibbling at it a moment as she built up her courage. When she finally did speak, she found herself staring at her plate, only sneaking glances at Kyros through the curtain of her long, dark hair.
“I’m sorry about earlier... I’ve always been told I’m too small in all the wrong ways to be wanted... and it wouldn’t be the first time someone pretended to just to laugh at me when I fell for it...” She sighed softly. “But it wasn’t fair to judge you that way. I’m sorry.”
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Making friends with the household staff did have some benefits. Essa actually knew her way around the kitchen fairly well. Enough to handle the basics of most meals at least. Though once her father had found out she was helping the chef cook the meals, her hours had been changed so she was only there to prep the meals while Essa was at school.
She wasn’t paying enough attention as he rounded the island to notice the way he sucked in his breath, or the way his eyes lingered over her behind. She hoped he would enjoy the more than a glimpse of her underwear, but if he did, he hid it well. Instead, he surprised her by taking the spatula from her hand entirely. For half a moment, she wondered if he was unhappy with what she had done.
Essa stepped to the side, eyes watching him carefully. Her eyes lit up though as he continued with something that almost sounded like a compliment. It pleased her more than it had any right to given the situation. More than anything, she was glad to see that side of him she had started to see this morning returning. She much preferred it to the hardness he preferred to project. She leaned against the counter, propped up on her elbows. Her back arched slightly into the position, lifting her bottom a little higher, popping her hip as she watched him.
“Thanks,” she answered with a smile as he slid forward a plate. She picked up a piece of bacon, nibbling at it a moment as she built up her courage. When she finally did speak, she found herself staring at her plate, only sneaking glances at Kyros through the curtain of her long, dark hair.
“I’m sorry about earlier... I’ve always been told I’m too small in all the wrong ways to be wanted... and it wouldn’t be the first time someone pretended to just to laugh at me when I fell for it...” She sighed softly. “But it wasn’t fair to judge you that way. I’m sorry.”
Making friends with the household staff did have some benefits. Essa actually knew her way around the kitchen fairly well. Enough to handle the basics of most meals at least. Though once her father had found out she was helping the chef cook the meals, her hours had been changed so she was only there to prep the meals while Essa was at school.
She wasn’t paying enough attention as he rounded the island to notice the way he sucked in his breath, or the way his eyes lingered over her behind. She hoped he would enjoy the more than a glimpse of her underwear, but if he did, he hid it well. Instead, he surprised her by taking the spatula from her hand entirely. For half a moment, she wondered if he was unhappy with what she had done.
Essa stepped to the side, eyes watching him carefully. Her eyes lit up though as he continued with something that almost sounded like a compliment. It pleased her more than it had any right to given the situation. More than anything, she was glad to see that side of him she had started to see this morning returning. She much preferred it to the hardness he preferred to project. She leaned against the counter, propped up on her elbows. Her back arched slightly into the position, lifting her bottom a little higher, popping her hip as she watched him.
“Thanks,” she answered with a smile as he slid forward a plate. She picked up a piece of bacon, nibbling at it a moment as she built up her courage. When she finally did speak, she found herself staring at her plate, only sneaking glances at Kyros through the curtain of her long, dark hair.
“I’m sorry about earlier... I’ve always been told I’m too small in all the wrong ways to be wanted... and it wouldn’t be the first time someone pretended to just to laugh at me when I fell for it...” She sighed softly. “But it wasn’t fair to judge you that way. I’m sorry.”
Ky slid her a plate and picked up his own, prepared to go sit and eat. But he paused when she started to talk to him, a contrite tone to her voice. 'I’m sorry about earlier…’ Too small? No. She was small in all the right places, as far as he was concerned. His eyes traveled over her, the position she was in right now as she leaned on the counter. Her ass stuck out, her back arched in, his shirt pulled tighter around her breasts. He felt the blood rushing to his groin once more. He liked his lips and brought his hungry gaze back up to her face. “Then they’re idiots.” He said thickly.
With the way she was standing it made the space to get around her a bit tight, so he turned sideways and purposely let his hard cock brush against her ass. He used his free hand, the one not holding his breakfast, to caress the line of her panties, from the bottom of her cheek to the top where he pulled the shirt from the waistline. “Apology accepted, and for the record… I like small.” He slapped her ass to accentuate his point before slipping out of the kitchen area and heading over to the little dining table near the balcony door, pausing only to grab a can of pepsi from the fridge.
He sat down, eating with his left hand and opening a textbook and a notebook with his right. He picked up a pencil and continued the notes that were already started on the page. He hadn’t gotten anything done with his studies the day before, so he was planning to make up for that today. He wasn’t sure how successful those plans would be. But he could try.
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Ky slid her a plate and picked up his own, prepared to go sit and eat. But he paused when she started to talk to him, a contrite tone to her voice. 'I’m sorry about earlier…’ Too small? No. She was small in all the right places, as far as he was concerned. His eyes traveled over her, the position she was in right now as she leaned on the counter. Her ass stuck out, her back arched in, his shirt pulled tighter around her breasts. He felt the blood rushing to his groin once more. He liked his lips and brought his hungry gaze back up to her face. “Then they’re idiots.” He said thickly.
With the way she was standing it made the space to get around her a bit tight, so he turned sideways and purposely let his hard cock brush against her ass. He used his free hand, the one not holding his breakfast, to caress the line of her panties, from the bottom of her cheek to the top where he pulled the shirt from the waistline. “Apology accepted, and for the record… I like small.” He slapped her ass to accentuate his point before slipping out of the kitchen area and heading over to the little dining table near the balcony door, pausing only to grab a can of pepsi from the fridge.
He sat down, eating with his left hand and opening a textbook and a notebook with his right. He picked up a pencil and continued the notes that were already started on the page. He hadn’t gotten anything done with his studies the day before, so he was planning to make up for that today. He wasn’t sure how successful those plans would be. But he could try.
Ky slid her a plate and picked up his own, prepared to go sit and eat. But he paused when she started to talk to him, a contrite tone to her voice. 'I’m sorry about earlier…’ Too small? No. She was small in all the right places, as far as he was concerned. His eyes traveled over her, the position she was in right now as she leaned on the counter. Her ass stuck out, her back arched in, his shirt pulled tighter around her breasts. He felt the blood rushing to his groin once more. He liked his lips and brought his hungry gaze back up to her face. “Then they’re idiots.” He said thickly.
With the way she was standing it made the space to get around her a bit tight, so he turned sideways and purposely let his hard cock brush against her ass. He used his free hand, the one not holding his breakfast, to caress the line of her panties, from the bottom of her cheek to the top where he pulled the shirt from the waistline. “Apology accepted, and for the record… I like small.” He slapped her ass to accentuate his point before slipping out of the kitchen area and heading over to the little dining table near the balcony door, pausing only to grab a can of pepsi from the fridge.
He sat down, eating with his left hand and opening a textbook and a notebook with his right. He picked up a pencil and continued the notes that were already started on the page. He hadn’t gotten anything done with his studies the day before, so he was planning to make up for that today. He wasn’t sure how successful those plans would be. But he could try.
His words had her looking up at him, no longer hiding her face away. It amazed her to think that anyone let alone the man before her could believe that about her. It sent a thrill through her that had her biting at her lower lip as she watched him. She gasped softly as he brushed against her with more pressure than was necessary - but more than enough to remind her of what she had grasped in bed just earlier. She had to bite back a groan at the thought that she could have that sort of effect on him.
Essa closed her eyes as his hand moved over the curve of her bottom, feeling butterflies come alive in her stomach and a hint of heat spread through her. She’d had crushes before, but she’d never felt anything quite like this. Then again, no one had ever touched her like this before. She jumped with a squeal as his hand slapped her sensitive behind, leaving her breathless and far too flushed.
‘I like small.’
Those words brought a smile to her face that was enough to make her forget entirely the reason why she was here in the first place. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she moved over to join him at the table. He was focused on his books and for once, she didn’t feel inclined to fill the silence. Instead, she just let her mind wander over that exchange. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about it - after all, she’d only had a handful of kisses in her life and nothing more. She had a feeling anything Kyros had in mind might be biting off more than she could chew. But could she afford to let this chance slip by?
After she finished her meal, she stood, clearing away her plate. “I’m going to go clean up,” she said softly, trying not to interrupt his studying more than she could help. “I remember the rule.” And with that she scurried off into the bathroom, only half-shutting the door.
She was too self-conscious to take a shower with the door open like that, but she could still wash off. She stripped off his shirt, neatly placing it aside, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She found a washcloth, wetting it and adding soap to wash her skin off and try to rid herself of a little of the odor from the day before. All the while, she found the memory of his touch persistently resurfacing, enough to make her heart race a little even though she was entirely alone.
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His words had her looking up at him, no longer hiding her face away. It amazed her to think that anyone let alone the man before her could believe that about her. It sent a thrill through her that had her biting at her lower lip as she watched him. She gasped softly as he brushed against her with more pressure than was necessary - but more than enough to remind her of what she had grasped in bed just earlier. She had to bite back a groan at the thought that she could have that sort of effect on him.
Essa closed her eyes as his hand moved over the curve of her bottom, feeling butterflies come alive in her stomach and a hint of heat spread through her. She’d had crushes before, but she’d never felt anything quite like this. Then again, no one had ever touched her like this before. She jumped with a squeal as his hand slapped her sensitive behind, leaving her breathless and far too flushed.
‘I like small.’
Those words brought a smile to her face that was enough to make her forget entirely the reason why she was here in the first place. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she moved over to join him at the table. He was focused on his books and for once, she didn’t feel inclined to fill the silence. Instead, she just let her mind wander over that exchange. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about it - after all, she’d only had a handful of kisses in her life and nothing more. She had a feeling anything Kyros had in mind might be biting off more than she could chew. But could she afford to let this chance slip by?
After she finished her meal, she stood, clearing away her plate. “I’m going to go clean up,” she said softly, trying not to interrupt his studying more than she could help. “I remember the rule.” And with that she scurried off into the bathroom, only half-shutting the door.
She was too self-conscious to take a shower with the door open like that, but she could still wash off. She stripped off his shirt, neatly placing it aside, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She found a washcloth, wetting it and adding soap to wash her skin off and try to rid herself of a little of the odor from the day before. All the while, she found the memory of his touch persistently resurfacing, enough to make her heart race a little even though she was entirely alone.
His words had her looking up at him, no longer hiding her face away. It amazed her to think that anyone let alone the man before her could believe that about her. It sent a thrill through her that had her biting at her lower lip as she watched him. She gasped softly as he brushed against her with more pressure than was necessary - but more than enough to remind her of what she had grasped in bed just earlier. She had to bite back a groan at the thought that she could have that sort of effect on him.
Essa closed her eyes as his hand moved over the curve of her bottom, feeling butterflies come alive in her stomach and a hint of heat spread through her. She’d had crushes before, but she’d never felt anything quite like this. Then again, no one had ever touched her like this before. She jumped with a squeal as his hand slapped her sensitive behind, leaving her breathless and far too flushed.
‘I like small.’
Those words brought a smile to her face that was enough to make her forget entirely the reason why she was here in the first place. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she moved over to join him at the table. He was focused on his books and for once, she didn’t feel inclined to fill the silence. Instead, she just let her mind wander over that exchange. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about it - after all, she’d only had a handful of kisses in her life and nothing more. She had a feeling anything Kyros had in mind might be biting off more than she could chew. But could she afford to let this chance slip by?
After she finished her meal, she stood, clearing away her plate. “I’m going to go clean up,” she said softly, trying not to interrupt his studying more than she could help. “I remember the rule.” And with that she scurried off into the bathroom, only half-shutting the door.
She was too self-conscious to take a shower with the door open like that, but she could still wash off. She stripped off his shirt, neatly placing it aside, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She found a washcloth, wetting it and adding soap to wash her skin off and try to rid herself of a little of the odor from the day before. All the while, she found the memory of his touch persistently resurfacing, enough to make her heart race a little even though she was entirely alone.
Ky had finished his food well before her. For once she was keeping whatever thoughts she had to herself; it was allowing him to get some serious work put into this chapter. When he finished eating, he bent over the textbook, his pencil flying across the page as he took seemingly random notes. As engrossed as he was in what he was reading, that he barely registered that she had taken off for the bathroom. He glanced up to make sure she’d left the door open and returned to his studies. But it wasn’t long before his eyes were on the half open door again, thoughts of her wet naked body flooding his mind. He clenched his teeth and tried to refocus on his work. He switched books even. But all he could think about was her rubbing soap all over her silky skin…. Shit. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his pants suddenly extremely tight. He tapped his pencil on the book, all pretense of reading had flown and he now sat staring at the bathroom door. Mentally arguing with himself on all the reasons why he shouldn’t go in there. She’d been in there a good fifteen minutes already. She had to be close to done. She’d step out of the shower and catch him looking. He could just join her instead of acting like a creep. That stirred up a whole other mess of trouble in his pants. “Fuck it all to hell.”
Before he could stop himself, he was up and crossing the room. HIs long strides brought him up to the door, but he paused, his hand halfway up to push the door the rest of the way open. The shower wasn’t running. Nor could he see any steam filling the air. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d taken a cold shower too. He pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room. He frowned seeing her at the sink though, still in her undergarments and rubbing herself down with a washcloth. “You can actually take a real shower you know.” He didn’t stay by the door, rather he strode slowly, casually into the room like he owned the place. Oh wait… His tongue slid over his lips and he looked her up and down. He walked right up to stand behind her as she stood frozen, staring at him through the mirror, not touching her, but he never took his eyes off her reflection, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
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Ky had finished his food well before her. For once she was keeping whatever thoughts she had to herself; it was allowing him to get some serious work put into this chapter. When he finished eating, he bent over the textbook, his pencil flying across the page as he took seemingly random notes. As engrossed as he was in what he was reading, that he barely registered that she had taken off for the bathroom. He glanced up to make sure she’d left the door open and returned to his studies. But it wasn’t long before his eyes were on the half open door again, thoughts of her wet naked body flooding his mind. He clenched his teeth and tried to refocus on his work. He switched books even. But all he could think about was her rubbing soap all over her silky skin…. Shit. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his pants suddenly extremely tight. He tapped his pencil on the book, all pretense of reading had flown and he now sat staring at the bathroom door. Mentally arguing with himself on all the reasons why he shouldn’t go in there. She’d been in there a good fifteen minutes already. She had to be close to done. She’d step out of the shower and catch him looking. He could just join her instead of acting like a creep. That stirred up a whole other mess of trouble in his pants. “Fuck it all to hell.”
Before he could stop himself, he was up and crossing the room. HIs long strides brought him up to the door, but he paused, his hand halfway up to push the door the rest of the way open. The shower wasn’t running. Nor could he see any steam filling the air. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d taken a cold shower too. He pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room. He frowned seeing her at the sink though, still in her undergarments and rubbing herself down with a washcloth. “You can actually take a real shower you know.” He didn’t stay by the door, rather he strode slowly, casually into the room like he owned the place. Oh wait… His tongue slid over his lips and he looked her up and down. He walked right up to stand behind her as she stood frozen, staring at him through the mirror, not touching her, but he never took his eyes off her reflection, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
Ky had finished his food well before her. For once she was keeping whatever thoughts she had to herself; it was allowing him to get some serious work put into this chapter. When he finished eating, he bent over the textbook, his pencil flying across the page as he took seemingly random notes. As engrossed as he was in what he was reading, that he barely registered that she had taken off for the bathroom. He glanced up to make sure she’d left the door open and returned to his studies. But it wasn’t long before his eyes were on the half open door again, thoughts of her wet naked body flooding his mind. He clenched his teeth and tried to refocus on his work. He switched books even. But all he could think about was her rubbing soap all over her silky skin…. Shit. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his pants suddenly extremely tight. He tapped his pencil on the book, all pretense of reading had flown and he now sat staring at the bathroom door. Mentally arguing with himself on all the reasons why he shouldn’t go in there. She’d been in there a good fifteen minutes already. She had to be close to done. She’d step out of the shower and catch him looking. He could just join her instead of acting like a creep. That stirred up a whole other mess of trouble in his pants. “Fuck it all to hell.”
Before he could stop himself, he was up and crossing the room. HIs long strides brought him up to the door, but he paused, his hand halfway up to push the door the rest of the way open. The shower wasn’t running. Nor could he see any steam filling the air. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d taken a cold shower too. He pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room. He frowned seeing her at the sink though, still in her undergarments and rubbing herself down with a washcloth. “You can actually take a real shower you know.” He didn’t stay by the door, rather he strode slowly, casually into the room like he owned the place. Oh wait… His tongue slid over his lips and he looked her up and down. He walked right up to stand behind her as she stood frozen, staring at him through the mirror, not touching her, but he never took his eyes off her reflection, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
The more she thought about the way he’d touched her and the way he’d felt against her, the more flushed she grew, and the stronger that tension deep in her stomach grew. It was ridiculous. Of course it was. She shouldn’t be feeling anything for him. She sighed softly. Things had been so much simpler yesterday. This morning had changed everything and try as she might, she just couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. Wondering if she was haunting his thoughts too.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was concerned about him walking in, she might have gone for a cold shower at this point, try to shock him out of her system.
Suddenly, the door opened the rest of the way, making her jump slightly in surprise. Essa flushed deeper as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her the whole time. She couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze, eyes turning downcast as she tried to make sense of the whole situation. Finally, she turned around to face him, putting the washcloth aside as she leaned back against the sink, hoping she looked more casual and at ease than she felt.
“I could,” she agreed, head tilted back to look up at him. “But I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek,” she teased. Meanwhile her heart was racing even as she tried to appear calm. Trying to pretend she had some semblance of confidence and that his mere presence didn’t intimidate her in an entirely different manner now. She licked her lips nervously as she met his eyes with a slight tilt of her head.
“So, did you want something?”
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The more she thought about the way he’d touched her and the way he’d felt against her, the more flushed she grew, and the stronger that tension deep in her stomach grew. It was ridiculous. Of course it was. She shouldn’t be feeling anything for him. She sighed softly. Things had been so much simpler yesterday. This morning had changed everything and try as she might, she just couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. Wondering if she was haunting his thoughts too.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was concerned about him walking in, she might have gone for a cold shower at this point, try to shock him out of her system.
Suddenly, the door opened the rest of the way, making her jump slightly in surprise. Essa flushed deeper as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her the whole time. She couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze, eyes turning downcast as she tried to make sense of the whole situation. Finally, she turned around to face him, putting the washcloth aside as she leaned back against the sink, hoping she looked more casual and at ease than she felt.
“I could,” she agreed, head tilted back to look up at him. “But I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek,” she teased. Meanwhile her heart was racing even as she tried to appear calm. Trying to pretend she had some semblance of confidence and that his mere presence didn’t intimidate her in an entirely different manner now. She licked her lips nervously as she met his eyes with a slight tilt of her head.
“So, did you want something?”
The more she thought about the way he’d touched her and the way he’d felt against her, the more flushed she grew, and the stronger that tension deep in her stomach grew. It was ridiculous. Of course it was. She shouldn’t be feeling anything for him. She sighed softly. Things had been so much simpler yesterday. This morning had changed everything and try as she might, she just couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. Wondering if she was haunting his thoughts too.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was concerned about him walking in, she might have gone for a cold shower at this point, try to shock him out of her system.
Suddenly, the door opened the rest of the way, making her jump slightly in surprise. Essa flushed deeper as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her the whole time. She couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze, eyes turning downcast as she tried to make sense of the whole situation. Finally, she turned around to face him, putting the washcloth aside as she leaned back against the sink, hoping she looked more casual and at ease than she felt.
“I could,” she agreed, head tilted back to look up at him. “But I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek,” she teased. Meanwhile her heart was racing even as she tried to appear calm. Trying to pretend she had some semblance of confidence and that his mere presence didn’t intimidate her in an entirely different manner now. She licked her lips nervously as she met his eyes with a slight tilt of her head.
“So, did you want something?”
‘I could...but I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek.’
He couldn’t fault her for thinking that. He had come in here intending to ‘peek’ after all. He smirked, a cocky grin that set that fire in his eyes blazing again. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t using my razor on your legs,” he lied, his voice thick and silky and smooth. Kyros dipped his chin to look down at her, his gaze trailing the line of her neck, her shoulder. To the dip of her breasts, that looked like they’d fit perfectly in his palm. His fingers itched to touch her, his lips ached to taste her. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself as he stood there, so close, behind her. His mouth felt dry. And he mentally cursed himself for not having better self control over his own carnal urges.
She turned to face him. Her tongue teased her lips. Fuck me. ‘So, did you want something?’
There was something in the way she tilted her head back to look up at him in that moment. Something in the way she said those words. It snapped whatever shred of control he had left of his faculties. A half step was all it took to bring him right up to her - not even that - and he uttered a single syllable as he sprung into motion, “You.” His hands came up quickly to cup either side of her face, his thumbs pushing her chin up more as he bent his head down and claimed her lips hungrily. He growled against her lips as he tasted her for the first time. His hands left her face to slide down her arms, her sides, to her hips, where he gripped her firmly and picked her up. He set her on the bathroom counter, wedging himself between her legs to get closer to her, his hands returning to hold her face as before, his fingers sinking into her hair. His tongue expertly probed her mouth, dancing with hers as he drank her in.
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‘I could...but I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek.’
He couldn’t fault her for thinking that. He had come in here intending to ‘peek’ after all. He smirked, a cocky grin that set that fire in his eyes blazing again. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t using my razor on your legs,” he lied, his voice thick and silky and smooth. Kyros dipped his chin to look down at her, his gaze trailing the line of her neck, her shoulder. To the dip of her breasts, that looked like they’d fit perfectly in his palm. His fingers itched to touch her, his lips ached to taste her. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself as he stood there, so close, behind her. His mouth felt dry. And he mentally cursed himself for not having better self control over his own carnal urges.
She turned to face him. Her tongue teased her lips. Fuck me. ‘So, did you want something?’
There was something in the way she tilted her head back to look up at him in that moment. Something in the way she said those words. It snapped whatever shred of control he had left of his faculties. A half step was all it took to bring him right up to her - not even that - and he uttered a single syllable as he sprung into motion, “You.” His hands came up quickly to cup either side of her face, his thumbs pushing her chin up more as he bent his head down and claimed her lips hungrily. He growled against her lips as he tasted her for the first time. His hands left her face to slide down her arms, her sides, to her hips, where he gripped her firmly and picked her up. He set her on the bathroom counter, wedging himself between her legs to get closer to her, his hands returning to hold her face as before, his fingers sinking into her hair. His tongue expertly probed her mouth, dancing with hers as he drank her in.
‘I could...but I had a feeling you might try to sneak a peek.’
He couldn’t fault her for thinking that. He had come in here intending to ‘peek’ after all. He smirked, a cocky grin that set that fire in his eyes blazing again. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t using my razor on your legs,” he lied, his voice thick and silky and smooth. Kyros dipped his chin to look down at her, his gaze trailing the line of her neck, her shoulder. To the dip of her breasts, that looked like they’d fit perfectly in his palm. His fingers itched to touch her, his lips ached to taste her. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself as he stood there, so close, behind her. His mouth felt dry. And he mentally cursed himself for not having better self control over his own carnal urges.
She turned to face him. Her tongue teased her lips. Fuck me. ‘So, did you want something?’
There was something in the way she tilted her head back to look up at him in that moment. Something in the way she said those words. It snapped whatever shred of control he had left of his faculties. A half step was all it took to bring him right up to her - not even that - and he uttered a single syllable as he sprung into motion, “You.” His hands came up quickly to cup either side of her face, his thumbs pushing her chin up more as he bent his head down and claimed her lips hungrily. He growled against her lips as he tasted her for the first time. His hands left her face to slide down her arms, her sides, to her hips, where he gripped her firmly and picked her up. He set her on the bathroom counter, wedging himself between her legs to get closer to her, his hands returning to hold her face as before, his fingers sinking into her hair. His tongue expertly probed her mouth, dancing with hers as he drank her in.
“Oh,” she murmured softly, feeling a little guilty for misjudging him as he explained he was simply checking she wasn’t using his razor. The thought never would have occurred to her, but it seemed fair, and the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. After all, he would have been able to tell the shower wasn’t running before he ever opened the door.
The words had barely left her lips when suddenly what little distance had been between them was gone.
‘You.’
That word alone had her trembling, even before he held her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. She pushed up on her toes, her hands resting at his upper arms as she tried to balance herself, which only resulted in her leaning even more against him. She squeaked in surprise against his lips as he suddenly gripped her hips and lifted her to sit on the counter. The height helped as he settled between her legs, hands holding her to him once more.
All rational thoughts were long gone.
It felt wrong to associate this was a kiss though. She had been kissed before. Shy, tentative meetings of lips, sweet innocent goodbye kisses. This was something else entirely that exceeded them all. It left no room for anything else - not even her own anxieties. Instinct took over and she responded with enthusiasm, following his lead. Her legs squeezed around his hips as her hands settled at his waist, lightly bunching the fabric of his shirt in her grip. Her lips parted eagerly for him as he burned through her and she melted against him, lost in a flurry of sensation unlike anything she had ever known.
Was it always supposed to be like this?
There was a desperate sort of need between them, in the way his fingers moved through her hair, holding her to him and the way she tugged him closer as though there was so much as a sliver of space left between them. It was enough to make her forget how little she wore, or where she was. There was only him and the expertise of his lips that had her breathless for him.
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“Oh,” she murmured softly, feeling a little guilty for misjudging him as he explained he was simply checking she wasn’t using his razor. The thought never would have occurred to her, but it seemed fair, and the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. After all, he would have been able to tell the shower wasn’t running before he ever opened the door.
The words had barely left her lips when suddenly what little distance had been between them was gone.
‘You.’
That word alone had her trembling, even before he held her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. She pushed up on her toes, her hands resting at his upper arms as she tried to balance herself, which only resulted in her leaning even more against him. She squeaked in surprise against his lips as he suddenly gripped her hips and lifted her to sit on the counter. The height helped as he settled between her legs, hands holding her to him once more.
All rational thoughts were long gone.
It felt wrong to associate this was a kiss though. She had been kissed before. Shy, tentative meetings of lips, sweet innocent goodbye kisses. This was something else entirely that exceeded them all. It left no room for anything else - not even her own anxieties. Instinct took over and she responded with enthusiasm, following his lead. Her legs squeezed around his hips as her hands settled at his waist, lightly bunching the fabric of his shirt in her grip. Her lips parted eagerly for him as he burned through her and she melted against him, lost in a flurry of sensation unlike anything she had ever known.
Was it always supposed to be like this?
There was a desperate sort of need between them, in the way his fingers moved through her hair, holding her to him and the way she tugged him closer as though there was so much as a sliver of space left between them. It was enough to make her forget how little she wore, or where she was. There was only him and the expertise of his lips that had her breathless for him.
“Oh,” she murmured softly, feeling a little guilty for misjudging him as he explained he was simply checking she wasn’t using his razor. The thought never would have occurred to her, but it seemed fair, and the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. After all, he would have been able to tell the shower wasn’t running before he ever opened the door.
The words had barely left her lips when suddenly what little distance had been between them was gone.
‘You.’
That word alone had her trembling, even before he held her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. She pushed up on her toes, her hands resting at his upper arms as she tried to balance herself, which only resulted in her leaning even more against him. She squeaked in surprise against his lips as he suddenly gripped her hips and lifted her to sit on the counter. The height helped as he settled between her legs, hands holding her to him once more.
All rational thoughts were long gone.
It felt wrong to associate this was a kiss though. She had been kissed before. Shy, tentative meetings of lips, sweet innocent goodbye kisses. This was something else entirely that exceeded them all. It left no room for anything else - not even her own anxieties. Instinct took over and she responded with enthusiasm, following his lead. Her legs squeezed around his hips as her hands settled at his waist, lightly bunching the fabric of his shirt in her grip. Her lips parted eagerly for him as he burned through her and she melted against him, lost in a flurry of sensation unlike anything she had ever known.
Was it always supposed to be like this?
There was a desperate sort of need between them, in the way his fingers moved through her hair, holding her to him and the way she tugged him closer as though there was so much as a sliver of space left between them. It was enough to make her forget how little she wore, or where she was. There was only him and the expertise of his lips that had her breathless for him.
How was it that a tiny little slip of a thing like her, could both irritate and turn him on with such ease? There was no answering that one. In this moment all he cared about was that he wasn’t close enough, couldn’t feel enough of her at once. His hands left her face, her hair, to tug his shirt up over his head. He’d felt her gripping the fabric and it just felt like it was in the way. He was feeling entirely too heated to be wearing a shirt anyways. He tossed it aside, growling in frustration because in order to remove the shirt, he had to break his lips from hers for a brief moment. But now he was back, his mouth claiming hers. His hands roaming over her now. His fingers grazing the skin of her belly, his palms pressing against the small of her back, drawing her in closer to him. He could feel his blood boiling, and it just made him want more! He kept his left hand on her back and let his right snake its way back up her body until he could cover her breast with his palm. He was right, it fit perfectly there. He groaned, and squeezed gently but firmly.
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How was it that a tiny little slip of a thing like her, could both irritate and turn him on with such ease? There was no answering that one. In this moment all he cared about was that he wasn’t close enough, couldn’t feel enough of her at once. His hands left her face, her hair, to tug his shirt up over his head. He’d felt her gripping the fabric and it just felt like it was in the way. He was feeling entirely too heated to be wearing a shirt anyways. He tossed it aside, growling in frustration because in order to remove the shirt, he had to break his lips from hers for a brief moment. But now he was back, his mouth claiming hers. His hands roaming over her now. His fingers grazing the skin of her belly, his palms pressing against the small of her back, drawing her in closer to him. He could feel his blood boiling, and it just made him want more! He kept his left hand on her back and let his right snake its way back up her body until he could cover her breast with his palm. He was right, it fit perfectly there. He groaned, and squeezed gently but firmly.
How was it that a tiny little slip of a thing like her, could both irritate and turn him on with such ease? There was no answering that one. In this moment all he cared about was that he wasn’t close enough, couldn’t feel enough of her at once. His hands left her face, her hair, to tug his shirt up over his head. He’d felt her gripping the fabric and it just felt like it was in the way. He was feeling entirely too heated to be wearing a shirt anyways. He tossed it aside, growling in frustration because in order to remove the shirt, he had to break his lips from hers for a brief moment. But now he was back, his mouth claiming hers. His hands roaming over her now. His fingers grazing the skin of her belly, his palms pressing against the small of her back, drawing her in closer to him. He could feel his blood boiling, and it just made him want more! He kept his left hand on her back and let his right snake its way back up her body until he could cover her breast with his palm. He was right, it fit perfectly there. He groaned, and squeezed gently but firmly.
She whimpered as his hands slipped away and he pulled back, eyes fluttering open to look at him through dark lashes. She wasn’t at all ready for this to end. She watched as he pulled the fabric of his shirt out of her grip, tossing it aside with a growl. That sound alone had her quivering for him, even as she reached for him again, pulling him back. He claimed her lips once more and that was truly what it felt like. Some primal need to claim her as his, if only for this moment.
And she was surprised to discover that she wanted him to.
One hand snaked around his neck as the other slid over his abs, around to his back. She could feel the way his muscles rippled with each motion, even as she found herself craving more of his touch. She leaned against his chest, shifting her hips forward to press against him, needing to feel him again without a thought for the consequences. His own hands roamed over her body, searching for any way to bring her closer to him.
She gasped softly against his lips as his hand found her breast, her mouth opening wider as she adjusted to the feel of his hand before relaxing into it, sucking at his lower lip before releasing him with a soft moan. She was panting for breath as she ached for him, lost in a frenzied blur of bliss. Her back arched slightly against him, thrusting her chest forward. as her head tipped back a little further, silently encouraging him, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was asking for.
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She whimpered as his hands slipped away and he pulled back, eyes fluttering open to look at him through dark lashes. She wasn’t at all ready for this to end. She watched as he pulled the fabric of his shirt out of her grip, tossing it aside with a growl. That sound alone had her quivering for him, even as she reached for him again, pulling him back. He claimed her lips once more and that was truly what it felt like. Some primal need to claim her as his, if only for this moment.
And she was surprised to discover that she wanted him to.
One hand snaked around his neck as the other slid over his abs, around to his back. She could feel the way his muscles rippled with each motion, even as she found herself craving more of his touch. She leaned against his chest, shifting her hips forward to press against him, needing to feel him again without a thought for the consequences. His own hands roamed over her body, searching for any way to bring her closer to him.
She gasped softly against his lips as his hand found her breast, her mouth opening wider as she adjusted to the feel of his hand before relaxing into it, sucking at his lower lip before releasing him with a soft moan. She was panting for breath as she ached for him, lost in a frenzied blur of bliss. Her back arched slightly against him, thrusting her chest forward. as her head tipped back a little further, silently encouraging him, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was asking for.
She whimpered as his hands slipped away and he pulled back, eyes fluttering open to look at him through dark lashes. She wasn’t at all ready for this to end. She watched as he pulled the fabric of his shirt out of her grip, tossing it aside with a growl. That sound alone had her quivering for him, even as she reached for him again, pulling him back. He claimed her lips once more and that was truly what it felt like. Some primal need to claim her as his, if only for this moment.
And she was surprised to discover that she wanted him to.
One hand snaked around his neck as the other slid over his abs, around to his back. She could feel the way his muscles rippled with each motion, even as she found herself craving more of his touch. She leaned against his chest, shifting her hips forward to press against him, needing to feel him again without a thought for the consequences. His own hands roamed over her body, searching for any way to bring her closer to him.
She gasped softly against his lips as his hand found her breast, her mouth opening wider as she adjusted to the feel of his hand before relaxing into it, sucking at his lower lip before releasing him with a soft moan. She was panting for breath as she ached for him, lost in a frenzied blur of bliss. Her back arched slightly against him, thrusting her chest forward. as her head tipped back a little further, silently encouraging him, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was asking for.
She was like putty in his hands. After so much fire and spark from her, she was yielding to his touch so readily. And it only made him want to claim more of her. He should pull away. She was a job. One he would likely have to kill, if his boss’s demands weren’t met. He should pull away. BUt he couldn’t bring himself to do so. The flood gates had been opened.
Her delicate hands slid over his skin, trailing a searing fire along their path, setting his very blood on fire. He needed more. He felt her leaning in, felt the tilt of her head. Could feel the way her body quivered, asking for him to continue, to take more of her. The hand he held to the small of her back...he slid it up now, his fingers tracing her spine until he reached the back of her bra. He found the clasp with his forefinger and thumb. His lips left her mouth to trail hot kisses down her jaw, to her neck. He pinched the clasp in his fingers and it released under his skilled hand. At the same time his other hand shifted and slipped underneath the cup of the fabric, his calloused fingers finding her nipple and grazing across it even as he let his teeth nip at the skin of her neck.
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She was like putty in his hands. After so much fire and spark from her, she was yielding to his touch so readily. And it only made him want to claim more of her. He should pull away. She was a job. One he would likely have to kill, if his boss’s demands weren’t met. He should pull away. BUt he couldn’t bring himself to do so. The flood gates had been opened.
Her delicate hands slid over his skin, trailing a searing fire along their path, setting his very blood on fire. He needed more. He felt her leaning in, felt the tilt of her head. Could feel the way her body quivered, asking for him to continue, to take more of her. The hand he held to the small of her back...he slid it up now, his fingers tracing her spine until he reached the back of her bra. He found the clasp with his forefinger and thumb. His lips left her mouth to trail hot kisses down her jaw, to her neck. He pinched the clasp in his fingers and it released under his skilled hand. At the same time his other hand shifted and slipped underneath the cup of the fabric, his calloused fingers finding her nipple and grazing across it even as he let his teeth nip at the skin of her neck.
She was like putty in his hands. After so much fire and spark from her, she was yielding to his touch so readily. And it only made him want to claim more of her. He should pull away. She was a job. One he would likely have to kill, if his boss’s demands weren’t met. He should pull away. BUt he couldn’t bring himself to do so. The flood gates had been opened.
Her delicate hands slid over his skin, trailing a searing fire along their path, setting his very blood on fire. He needed more. He felt her leaning in, felt the tilt of her head. Could feel the way her body quivered, asking for him to continue, to take more of her. The hand he held to the small of her back...he slid it up now, his fingers tracing her spine until he reached the back of her bra. He found the clasp with his forefinger and thumb. His lips left her mouth to trail hot kisses down her jaw, to her neck. He pinched the clasp in his fingers and it released under his skilled hand. At the same time his other hand shifted and slipped underneath the cup of the fabric, his calloused fingers finding her nipple and grazing across it even as he let his teeth nip at the skin of her neck.
It was as though he had released something within, something she hadn’t realized existed there at all. And now that it was free, she couldn’t stop. Some small tiny voice in her head reminded her that this was not a man she should be entangled with, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not when he could make her feel this good.
Another soft moan fell from her lips as his fingers traced up the line of her spine. It was such an innocent touch in the scheme of things, and yet it set her skin ablaze it seemed. His lips shifted to move down her jaw and then her neck. She was shaking in his arms, gasping for breath beneath his ministrations and free to whimper with every touch and every flame he fanned to burn a little hotter within her. In the midst of all of it, she missed where his hands had settled at her bra, undoing the clasp and slipping beneath the fabric.
His skin was rough and calloused and somehow that only made his touch feel all the better, especially as it brushed against the all too sensitive peak of her nipple. That combined with the feel of his teeth on her skin... It sent a white-hot jolt of pleasure through her. One intense enough to send her crashing back into reality. Her hands shifted to push him away abruptly. She looked up at him with wide eyes, flushed face and labored breath, almost as if she couldn’t believe this was happening, nor that she had just stopped it.
“Wait... wait... I’ve never... I’m sorry, this is just happening so fast...”
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It was as though he had released something within, something she hadn’t realized existed there at all. And now that it was free, she couldn’t stop. Some small tiny voice in her head reminded her that this was not a man she should be entangled with, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not when he could make her feel this good.
Another soft moan fell from her lips as his fingers traced up the line of her spine. It was such an innocent touch in the scheme of things, and yet it set her skin ablaze it seemed. His lips shifted to move down her jaw and then her neck. She was shaking in his arms, gasping for breath beneath his ministrations and free to whimper with every touch and every flame he fanned to burn a little hotter within her. In the midst of all of it, she missed where his hands had settled at her bra, undoing the clasp and slipping beneath the fabric.
His skin was rough and calloused and somehow that only made his touch feel all the better, especially as it brushed against the all too sensitive peak of her nipple. That combined with the feel of his teeth on her skin... It sent a white-hot jolt of pleasure through her. One intense enough to send her crashing back into reality. Her hands shifted to push him away abruptly. She looked up at him with wide eyes, flushed face and labored breath, almost as if she couldn’t believe this was happening, nor that she had just stopped it.
“Wait... wait... I’ve never... I’m sorry, this is just happening so fast...”
It was as though he had released something within, something she hadn’t realized existed there at all. And now that it was free, she couldn’t stop. Some small tiny voice in her head reminded her that this was not a man she should be entangled with, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not when he could make her feel this good.
Another soft moan fell from her lips as his fingers traced up the line of her spine. It was such an innocent touch in the scheme of things, and yet it set her skin ablaze it seemed. His lips shifted to move down her jaw and then her neck. She was shaking in his arms, gasping for breath beneath his ministrations and free to whimper with every touch and every flame he fanned to burn a little hotter within her. In the midst of all of it, she missed where his hands had settled at her bra, undoing the clasp and slipping beneath the fabric.
His skin was rough and calloused and somehow that only made his touch feel all the better, especially as it brushed against the all too sensitive peak of her nipple. That combined with the feel of his teeth on her skin... It sent a white-hot jolt of pleasure through her. One intense enough to send her crashing back into reality. Her hands shifted to push him away abruptly. She looked up at him with wide eyes, flushed face and labored breath, almost as if she couldn’t believe this was happening, nor that she had just stopped it.
“Wait... wait... I’ve never... I’m sorry, this is just happening so fast...”