#lustfooled

back pressed up against rough brick of the wall, statement has the breath catching in her throat. quite unlike her : to be rendered speechless. distracting nature of their warmth breath on her face makes it no easier to clarify her thoughts ; to get her bearings. ana finally manages to grit her teeth ––– hands finding their chest to push them back. put them at arm's length. just as she always has. “ you are nothing compared to him. ” dark eyebrows raise ––– silent challenge in her gaze. “ as if you are not otherwise preoccupied yourself. ”

quite on the verge of madness ––– only apt way to describe the feeling of being edged straight to oblivion. could have swore he made a grave mistake in giving them permission to do however as they pleased to him. and yet… his head kicks back with another moan. mind so fogged with delirious ecstasy that demand of 'say the magic words' draws the most ill-advised ( yet true ) words from his mouth : “ i love you. ”

"if we're doing this, you need to stop flirting with the other guys all night." it was supposed to be fake. it wasn't supposed to make lucien jealous every time he so much as glanced in their direction and saw them all over other guys. and fine, maybe 'all over' was a stretch, but that's how it felt.