#misaligncd

Cody didn't answer for a long time, eyes cast down and staring at nothing. Is that what he thought of her? Maybe it wasn't so far off. The dhampire was closed off to a fault. She had more interactions with her customers over the internet than she did with real people, and none of those meant anything. They were just a way to survive. They never made her feel anything. Nothing did. Sometimes she worried that nothing could. Maybe something within her was too broken, too stunted, to feel anything, least of all something as real and raw as passion was...and the thought terrified her. She didn't want to be numb. "Show me." She said softly before she looked up at Elijah and stepped closer to him with the shadow of fear in her eyes. Desperation. She needed to feel passion. Or anything. "Please. Please just...show me."

"no, we can't go any further", izzy whined softly, eyes closed as she focused on how good he felt underneath her, sliding through her slick folds, all while maintaining enough self-restraint to keep it this way, to not go further, "i told you we can't actually fuck." there were a multitude of reasons for why they shouldn't even be doing this and the perfect image she was trying so goddamn hard to uphold for her own sake (read: mostly for her parents' sake) was just one of them. "isn't this already nice enough?"

Jae knew exactly what he was doing, and he couldn't have been more thrilled to see it working. He hadn't touched his little treasure since that first night. There had been no resisting it then, but he'd been controlling himself since he'd brought her back with him. Letting her watch as his followers fawned over him that night while he'd made a point of ignoring Alicia had done exactly what he'd hoped. Once she was irritated enough to storm off, he'd given it a few extra minutes. It had been weeks since he'd had her. Letting her stew for five more minutes wouldn't be the end of the world. He dismissed the others once he'd gotten bored enough though, and decided that it was time to collect on all of his hard work. Once they'd all scurried away, he finally made his way to the room he'd given her. Though he knocked on the door, he didn't wait for a response before opening it and finding her pouting. "Dearest, I can't stand seeing you look so unhappy." But he didn't even bother trying to hide his smirk. "What's upsetting you?"

But he didn't want to get kicked out. This was her reward. She'd been bugging him about them having a night out instead of him keeping her holed up in the studio until the sun rose. He hadn't bothered responding until her bugging him had turned sweeter. Once she'd learned to entreat, to beg, he'd given her what she'd asked for. He'd even given her a few songs on the dancefloor before he'd dragged her back to the table. Depriving her had paid off. Keeping her wanting left his muse so ready for him. But he'd been ready, too. Asher had barely had much control himself. There had only been a few moments between him pulling her back into his chest, tugging her skirt up, and dropping her down onto his cock. "You can take it." He rolled his hips into her again, hissing at how tight and wet and fucking warm she was. "Be good and take it for me."

"New-" she began after he left her there for a few long seconds, glancing over her shoulder in question. She didn't have a chance to even finish getting his name out though. Her eyes went wide when his hand wrapped around her hair and abruptly pulled her back onto him. It felt like he pushed all of the air out of her body as he filled her. The only sound she could manage was a strangled whimper. Shaky hands gripped at the sheets as she adjusted. "M-more," she stammered out once she found the ability to breathe again. "Please,"

"don't think i'm taking this ride with you happily, sweetheart. i'm not fond of rain and you're too nice to a lady who doesn't like you, that's all."

"are you afraid, little dove? you look like you're trembling."

"oh my god—" khali couldn't believe that he actually had her in his arms, that those syllables that left his mouth practically sounded as if he were moaning it against her skin. hands larger than hers were on the roundness of her ass with her thighs wrapped around his waist as he presses her up against the wall by his hotel room. he was trying to fish out his key card, wanting to get out of the public as soon as he possibly can. he had some celebrating to do. apart from the triumphant win that he had at the ring earlier, here he was with a woman in his arms watching him struggle to shove the card into the slot. relief washes over him just to even see the light go green and hearing the door unlock even, he couldn't take it anymore. already, his hand pushes it open as he backs them both into his dimly lit room, "we can't do this." he would mumble between their kisses, contrasting the fact that he made no attempts to push her away or send her off. instead, he was already tossing her into his bed, a place where she shouldn't be in the first place. wrong of him to feel like he could do no wrong after a win, but the consequences would come tomorrow. he didn't give a shit about it now. "my god." he stands by the edge of the bed, basking at the sight of her and the aftermath of the ravenous way they held onto one another. she was an absolute mess and there he was all aroused by it, tempted to palm himself through his joggers as he says, "you can't tell anyone i brought you here."