a small chuckle tumbles past dahlia's lips, ending in a slight hum. ❛ oh darling, trust me. i know. ❜ the words are practically purred out, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. ❛ why don't you come over here and do something about it, hm? ❜ words are punctuated by a playful lifting of her shirt, tugging it slightly upwards as if to entice estelle further.

  ❝ it means that little punk rocky was right. ❞

ryland's hand is warm against his shoulder, grounding in a way that catches him by surprise, keeping him tethered to the shoreline rather than slipping beneath the surface of his thoughts and into darker depths. simon does not manage a smile for his friend, the movement of muscles still too foreign to him, only heaves a sigh in frustration. ❝ it's not enough. ❞ the sentiment comes out bitter, discouraged by his own lack of progress, but the hand against his shoulder keeps the ire threatening to overtake him again at bay, grace ever a light shining throughout all the darkness clouding in his head. shoulders slump not necessarily in defeat, but it acceptance of grace's words of encouragement to alter his words so that hope can rewrite the damaged code in his brain. ❝ but i'm trying. ❞

"they are completely booked." a travesty, really, considering it is not like that they can just leave. the two of them are on a ship, as they had both decided that a cruise was the best idea for a vacation. so they can't simply find the nearest hotel with a vacancy. if only grayson weren't so frugal despite his amass of wealth. or perhaps, the faintest voice nags at him from the back of his mind, if he had been a better partner, one bed would not be an issue. "so i suppose we will just have to deal." like they would also have to cope with the itinerary that they are locked into.

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, DADDY.” the words are spoken into the warmth of his skin, mouth buried against the hard canyon of his collar bone. “you had a long day.” there has been no ceremony in his arrival or the moments that had passed until now. their kiss had been less of a greeting and more of an I nstruction, hungrily covering her mouth as his rushed hands demanded the removal of their clothes. the man is operating on instinct, animalistic in his pursuit of release. when teddy lifts her from the ground, cock lined up and aimed to press inside of her, lucie is ready for him. her pussy is slick, drenched in anticipation of him and he slides without resistance into the tight grip of her walls. she’s pressed against his frame, able to feel each muscle relax beneath her as his tension softens as he enters her. impatience and gravity force her to immediately take him, hips aching at the stretch to accommodate him fully seated within her, throaty groan slipping from her throat as she sinks onto him. some of the hurry subsides as he settles with her, teddy’s steady grip keeping her flush against him as he folds into a nearby chair. he doesn’t withdraw from her as they move, though their bodies jostle against one another, friction sparking along her walls. “my daddy’s so big, he’s spoiling me with a thick, fat cock to ride.” her voice is a delighted murmur, fingertips lazily tracing the planes of his chest. her hips begin to roll, impaling herself deeper onto his length. she works herself closer to him as she begins to build up her pace, accenting her movement with fluttering whines. “tell me what you need, baby. let me help.”

EVERY NERVE IS RAW, SENSITIVE TO THE POINT OF PAIN. kennedy’s already begun to lose count, unsure if it had been her third or forth orgasm that had just torn a destructive path through her body. whatever it ended up being, it wouldn’t be the last, thick fingers already pumping back into the slick opening of her worn pussy. there’s a quiver in her thighs, muscles fatigued from being held in position for so long. adam had pried her open, pinning her leg against her chest, calf hooked over his shoulder to spread herself wide for him to take. two digits piston into her core, veined hand glistening with the sticky spoils of her previous climaxes as it moves back and forth. her breathy panting is punctured with delirious whimpers, kennedy’s hips bucking wildly when the heel of his palm ground into the swollen nub of her clit. his precise fingers had already targeted the overworked bundle of nerves inside her walls, and the extra stimulation breaks her already cracking composure. fingers claw around his wrist, attempting to slow the relentless torment, pain and pleasure racing along her spine as they battled for dominance. he claws back his control in the act of stripping kennedy of her own, her ragged voice and gentle protests falling on deaf ears as he pushes her body back towards the edge.

"Fóllame." She half pleads, half demands, her blunt teeth tugging at the flesh of his bottom lip. "God, just fuck me already!"

if this was being on their good side, lore did not want to find out how they treated people on their bad side. it was nothing she couldn't handle, but she wanted to be here less than they wanted her here and there was only so much she could handle at once. maybe she should have ran, or at least tried to, instead of making it far too easy for him to bring her here. for all she thought she'd be brave, when the situation came, she was far from it. " what? " taken aback by his question, lore never really expected him to care. she'd never been kidnapped before, she had no idea what to expect. " uhh ... yeah, i suppose i am. do i get to request food or would that be pushing my luck? "