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Sawyer felt as though a tension that had been winding tighter for months finally snapped the moment he touched her. The air between them had been electric since the day they met, a forbidden current that had hummed under the surface of every conversation and every accidental brush of skin. Knowing she had wanted him sent a surge of possessive heat through his veins that nearly blinded him. When he finally pushed inside her, the sensation was overwhelming. Paloma was scorching, her walls clamping around him with a desperate, welcoming tightness that made him grunt with effort. The sound of her moaning his name, the way her fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer, was the only validation he needed. He didn't want gentleness; he wanted the raw, honest hunger that had been eating at both of them for so long.

They hadn't even made it to taking each others clothes off, the proof that they needed each other more than anything else right on that moment. Her hands placed on both sides of his face delicate fingers decorating his features as her fingers slowly moved towards his hair. Paloma kissed him back, repeatedly, desperately, sloppy wet kisses mixed with the lingering taste of alcohol on her mouth.

The sheer desperation of the moment had stripped away any pretense of patience. Sawyer felt like he was drowning in her, the scent of her skin and the sharp, sweet tang of alcohol on her breath acting like an intoxicant that blurred the edges of his vision. When Paloma’s delicate fingers traced the lines of his face and wound into his hair, he let out a low, ragged groan, returning her sloppy, wet kisses with a hunger that bordered on violent. His hands were locked onto her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh to anchor her as he dictated the rhythm. He loved the way she surrendered to him, her body swaying and pulsing in perfect synchronicity with his movements.

He drank in the sight of her, his gaze locked onto hers as she praised him. The way she called him 'baby' in that wrecked, whimpering tone made his blood boil with heat. When she urged him to go harder, Hunter didn't need to be told twice. He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs to anchor her firmly against the desk, and began to drive into her with a renewed, relentless force. Every thrust was calculated to be deeper and more punishing than the last. He felt the friction of her soaking wet heat clinging to him, the tight slide of her walls milking him as he bottomed out.

Long nails dug deep into the skin of Hunter's shoulders, she wanted to keep him right where he was, fucking her hard and deep just like she had asked him to. The fact that they hadn't even gotten to undress each other completely made everything burn hotter, it was the sign that desperation had gotten the best of them, that they just couldn't wait any longer to have each other like this. She knew her secretary could probably hear the clinking and rumbling noise caused by the way Hunter was fucking her and her desk kept moving under them, and yet, Jennifer didn't care at all.

The feeling of Jennifer’s long nails sinking into his shoulders was like a catalyst, triggering a surge of primal dominance in Hunter’s gut. He loved the desperation of it. Every time he slammed into her, the heavy mahogany desk groaned and shifted beneath them, the rhythmic clatter echoing through the office. He knew her secretary was likely just outside the door and the thought of someone potentially hearing the raw, unbridled sounds of his possession only made him drive deeper. When she finally gasped out her admission, her voice high-pitched and trembling with pleasure, Hunter felt a dark sense of triumph. He didn't slow down. Instead, he accelerated, his hips moving in a relentless, punishing cadence that left no room for breath.

Jefferson was fighting a losing battle against his own instincts. Every moral fiber of his being told him this was a disaster. But the logic of the mind was no match for the raw, visceral reality of the flesh. The way Josephine’s tight, scorching walls gripped his cock, the scent of her youth and wine, and the reckless heat of her body against his had stripped away every shred of his resolve.

She shifted between moans and flirty laughter, hips circling around his cock, pushing him further into her despite the restrained space they found themselves in. "My name sounds so good on your mouth." She was drunk with lust, like someone who had just gotten exactly what they had been craving for the longest time, this was her reward. The way his fingers dug onto her skin caused her to let out another moan, her skin felt hot, too sensitive, even the smallest touch made it prickle.

The feeling of Josephine’s hips circling around him, grinding her heat against his length, was a torture that Jefferson could no longer endure with composure. The confined space only served to heighten the intensity, the proximity forcing him to feel every shudder of her body and every frantic beat of her heart.

David found himself standing there and watching her for some time. He had to admit he was very much impressed by the way she handled rose. It was nice to see her having her bearings straight , something you didn't often seen. Right about now , most other people would have been hyperventilating and crying and screaming. Seeing her hold her nerves was amazing and it made him appreciate her even more. "You heard her rose. Do exactly she said. " He said before turning towards Chanel. "Now then let's get you inside and hopefully without any more excitement for the day. Hopefully the detectives will be able to find something out out from the flowers and the courier. Perhaps who sent them. But for now I want you to focus entirely on your rehearsal. Go on , I shall be there watching you the entire time." He said to her before placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.

David followed a half-step behind her as they ascended the back staircase. His eyes constantly tracked around the place for some time as he found watching every exit and potential blind spots. She was right about the lack of a paper trail and he couldn't argue with that. The sight of her shaking, trying so desperately to force herself into a state of numbness, struck a chord deep in his chest. It provoked a fierce and heavy ache that was entirely unprofessional. He didn't hesitate at all and leaned in and took her hands in his before giving them a firm squeeze. "Hey fake a deep breath. There is no rush and you are not alone. I am here and I am not letting you handle this alone. I am here and I am not going anywhere." He whispered to her for some time as he found himself taking a deep breath of her intoxicating perfume. "I will handle the detectives when they get here." He said to her in a calm and soft voice. "You don't need to worry about the logistics today. Just focus on your work, Chanel. Let me handle the rest."

Rory heard the sound of the knocks on his door and it had caught him by surprise at first because as far as he was aware he wasn't expecting anyone today. But when the knocks came again he made his way towards the door and opened it. What he saw surprised him even more. He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw Isla standing outside his door. He was about to ask what she was doing here but then he realised exactly why she came here. His girlfriend was out of town for a job appointment and he was all by himself. The two of them hadn't seen each other since the party , which in his mind was a good thing. Because he knew the moment they saw each other again they would end up in bed together.

Isla new showing up at his apartment unannounced was risky, it wasn't smart, and yet she couldn't help herself into making better decisions. It seemed like all she could thing about since the party was Rory, the way his hands felt over her body, his lips, the way he talked to her, how he made her feel. She knew she should feel guilty for wanting her sister's boyfriend in such way but she was beyond rational thinking and she could live with the guilt, as long as no one found out. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding back when he opened the door and allowed her in. Which she quickly did, stepping inside, and setting down her school bag on his couch. She had been there many times before, with her sister, visiting him, before anything happened between the two of them.

Rory didn't hesitate and went to the freezer to grab beers for them both. He then made his way back towards her and gently handed her one. His fingers brushed against hers and he didn't pull away from her grip and simply gazed into her eyes for some time. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her either ever since that party. There was a clear hunger in him for her and he found himself wanting her more than anything in ways that he perhaps shouldn't. His eyes locked onto hers for some time and the male found himself leaning in towards her. "You know I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either. Our last time together was amazing and I wanted more off that. I am glad you came here over today. It might not have been smart but it was good." He said to her softly. Rory slowly sipped on his beer before he spoke to her again in a soft and charming voice. "I am thinking that you should stay here till your sister comes back. That way we can make love with each other whenever we want." He said to her with a wink.

« — open : m / w / enby ( 21+ ) — messy best friends ( and / or roommates ) + maybe this

Austin quickly shook his head and laughed nervously for a moment or two. "Oh no that's not it. I mean I like it a lot. As a matter of fact I love it." He said to her softly before shaking his head at her. "It's just I wasn't expecting you to wear that underneath and look so fucking good while doing it." He found himself sighing softly at her for a moment or two. His heart was racing right now and he simply couldn't look away from the sight of her cleavage and how perfectly the lacy bra cupped her breasts.

Samuel's heart swelled with overwhelming affection as Anna's legs settled over his, her body molding perfectly against his. When she pressed their foreheads together, her warm breath ghosting across his lips, he felt a profound sense of rightness wash over him. Her family's disapproval faded into insignificance as he held her hips, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her body at his touch.

They were as close as it physically possible and still Anna felt like she needed to melt into him. She could feel him inside her, inch by inch, until there was no longer any distance between the two of them and it felt so right. Her chest swelled with warmth as he spoke tender words to her, fingers tangling into his wet blonde hair while she kept moaning softly onto his lips. "I love you Sam." She whispered in between moans and whimpers as they kissed. Her lips parting open and welcoming his tongue into her mouth, her hands slowly moving to the back of his neck, tenderly holding him there.

Sam felt Anna's body pressing against his as if she were trying to merge with him completely. Her warmth enveloped him, her soft moans vibrating against his lips as they kissed. He tangled his fingers deeper into her hair, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together in a passionate rhythm. Her words sent a jolt through his body, intensifying every sensation. Sam's grip tightened on her hips as he drove deeper, his own groans mingling with hers. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, the slight pain only heightening his pleasure.

Arthur simply stood there in shock as he was unable to believe what just happened. By all means she was to hand over the beer bottles to him and he had no problems in holding it but seeing her suddenly take off running was completely unexpected. "You little minx." He couldn't help but say as he watched her run off. He had to admit that he was both taken aback and impressed by her audacity to do so. He didn't waste another moment. Tucking the beer bottles securely against his chest, he bolted after her. His bare feet hitting the cool hardwood of the kitchen before he burst through the open back door and into the crisp night air.

Arthur’s brain completely short-circuited. His feet skidded in the loose sand, his momentum abruptly faltering as his eyes tracked the movement of her shirt dropping to the beach. He actually stumbled a step and before long he fell down slowly before he could stop himself. The beer bottles clinking together dangerously in his arms as he forced himself to remember how to breathe. "Holy..." The rest of it died in his throat. The old Maeve wouldn't have even worn a swimsuit without a cover-up, let alone stripped down to her underwear on a whim. This version of her was actively trying to kill him, and she was doing a terrifyingly good job of it.

Arthur’s hands froze on the edge of the counter, his half-eaten toast entirely forgotten. If her initial transformation had thrown him off balance, this sudden shift in her confidence completely knocked the wind out of him. The old Maeve would have practically dissolved into the floorboards under half this much attention. This Maeve? She was sitting right next to him, swinging her bare legs with a casual and devastating ease turning his own game right back on him. He didn't miss the slow, deliberate way her eyes swept over him. For the first time in his life, Arthur felt a sudden, hyper-awareness of his own pulse. It was thrilling.

Arthur simply stood there in shock as he was unable to believe what just happened. By all means she was to hand over the beer bottles to him and he had no problems in holding it but seeing her suddenly take off running was completely unexpected. "You little minx." He couldn't help but say as he watched her run off. He had to admit that he was both taken aback and impressed by her audacity to do so. He didn't waste another moment. Tucking the beer bottles securely against his chest, he bolted after her. His bare feet hitting the cool hardwood of the kitchen before he burst through the open back door and into the crisp night air.

Rory found himself smiling softly against her lips as he kissed her. His entire body felt like it was on fire and he felt tingly all over. The male simply couldn't resist her and every nerve in him was aching for her more than anything. He couldn't look away from her and his gaze was heavy now. The male ran his fingers through his hair for some time before he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her into his bedroom. "As tempting as that sounds there are other things I want you to do to me right now. It has been so long since we had been together and I want you more than anything in the world right now." He said before he removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. He felt like he was burning but in a really good way as he couldn't get enough of her. His hands then reached around her as he started slowly undressing her.

a mix of excitement and nerves filled her stomach as rory guided her through the house and towards his bedroom. she'd been here more times than she could count, had slept in his bed and never thought twice about it but now.. this was different. and it was what she wanted, he was all she wanted. " oh yeah? and what is it you want me to do to you? " liv practically purred, her tone shifting to one laced with desire, heart thudding in her chest at the ideas racing through her mind. she took a step closer as he took off his shirt, hands reaching out to trail over his arms, sighing softly to herself at how good it felt to feel him. once her dress fell to the floor, she was left in a matching lacy set, mentally thanking herself for choosing to wear it tonight. " please, i want you so bad. " she breathed, stepping closer to press against him.

Rory felt a familiar, electric tension humming beneath his skin. He had wanted her like this for so long that the anticipation was becoming a physical ache in his chest. When she purred her question, her voice laced with a newfound desire, Rory felt a jolt of heat shoot straight to his groin. He pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside without a glance, his muscles tightening as he felt her small, soft hands trail over his arms. The touch was light but it sent sparks dancing across his skin.

whitney could feel hunter's eyes on her mouth, a burning heat that only his gaze seemed to create. she knew he was teasing her, and yet her body silently begged for him anyway. her hips moved of their own accord, pressing forward to meet the gentle pressure of his thumb. her hand released his hair and swept downward, pausing in the space between his shoulder blades, forcing him closer.

Hunter's breath hitched as Whitney's lips parted from his, her tongue a fleeting promise against his bottom lip. Her words hit him like a jolt of electricity straight to his core. His eyes darkened for a moment. He let her tug him down onto the bench before he quickly pulled his shirt off and threw it away showing his chiseled and muscular frame. The sight of her made his cock throb with need.

Arthur’s hands froze on the edge of the counter, his half-eaten toast entirely forgotten. If her initial transformation had thrown him off balance, this sudden shift in her confidence completely knocked the wind out of him. The old Maeve would have practically dissolved into the floorboards under half this much attention. This Maeve? She was sitting right next to him, swinging her bare legs with a casual and devastating ease turning his own game right back on him. He didn't miss the slow, deliberate way her eyes swept over him. For the first time in his life, Arthur felt a sudden, hyper-awareness of his own pulse. It was thrilling.

Austin simply nodded his head at her. He wasn't certain what else to say her and right now he wanted to be around her and comfort her and he belived that was the best he could do. "Yeah, let's get out of here." He said to her softly.

Arthur caught the plate with practiced ease, a soft chuckle escaping him as he looked down at the buttered toast. Her pointed look hadn't gone unnoticed and the casual wave of her hand in his direction sent a surprisingly pleasant jolt through his chest. He wasn't used to Maeve being this bold with him and he had to admit, he didn't mind it one bit.

The entire room felt heavy and tense, filled with need and desire, her dress was already a mess around her waist, lifted up and exposing her underwear, the lack of hesitation from Sawyer to touch her had her gasping and moaning against his lips as soon as he touched her. Every nerve on her body was on edge, every sensation felt heightened. There was no shame in admitting that she had wanted him too since the moment they met, even when she was still dating someone else and they were forbidden from being together.

Sawyer felt as though a tension that had been winding tighter for months finally snapped the moment he touched her. The air between them had been electric since the day they met, a forbidden current that had hummed under the surface of every conversation and every accidental brush of skin. Knowing she had wanted him sent a surge of possessive heat through his veins that nearly blinded him. When he finally pushed inside her, the sensation was overwhelming. Paloma was scorching, her walls clamping around him with a desperate, welcoming tightness that made him grunt with effort. The sound of her moaning his name, the way her fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer, was the only validation he needed. He didn't want gentleness; he wanted the raw, honest hunger that had been eating at both of them for so long.

plot: Maeve has always had a crush on her best friend's older brother. They haven't seen each other since the summer before she went to college. Her best friend invited her to spend a summer at the family's beach house, and her brother is visiting as well. He just doesn't recognize Maeve after a few years. open to: m test muse: Maeve Delaney. mid-twenties. witch.

Arthur blinked, squinting into the dim kitchen light as his brain scrambled to catch up with his eyes. The defensive tension in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a wave of sheer disbelief. He took a step closer, staring at the girl standing by the counter. The name echoed in his head, but his eyes refused to reconcile the memory of the lanky, awkward kid from summers past with the stunning woman standing in front of him now. The soft glow of the refrigerator light caught the sharp line of her jaw and the confident, albeit annoyed, posture she held. She had entirely outgrown the oversized hoodies and hesitant glances he remembered so well. A slow, familiar grin broke across his face as the shock faded, his trademark charm effortlessly kicking back in to mask how thoroughly thrown off he actually was.