velvetdesirez

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.

"And you know I hate sneaking in and out line a thief. But here we still are." He said to her with a charming smile. The truth was he had purposely made her wait because he knew how much she hated waiting and he always enjoyed getting under her skin. It was one of his favourite things to do and he loved every time they were together. She was like a drug he couldn't get enough off. It didn't matter to him that she was married , the only thing that mattered to him was how much he needed her and how he would do anything for her.

even as annoyance still glinted in her eyes, whitney melted into hunter's touch. it was hard to focus on the words as she felt his skin against hers, even harder once her gaze focused on that familiar smile. but the question was an easy one to answer.

The proximity was intoxicating, a familiar gravity that Hunter had long stopped trying to resist. He watched the annoyance in Whitney's eyes dissolve, replaced by that heavy, unmistakable heat he knew all too well. When her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the back of his head with a sudden, alcohol-fueled bravery, a low smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. She was unraveling, and he loved every second of it. He didn't pull away from her grip. Instead, he leaned into it, his hands sliding up to cup her waist, steadying her slight sway while pulling her close enough that the last vestige of space between them vanished. His gaze dropped to her lips before rising back to meet her eyes, glittering with a dangerous, playful amusement.

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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.

The promise of being together alone, at her home, completely at peace and without the possibility of anyone interrupting them made something warm sit on her chest. She ached for that possibility, to finally have him all to herself without having to be sneaking around, not that this wasn't enjoyable, but Charlotte wanted to take her time with him, to please him all night long. When his strong hands rested on her hips she leaned closer to him, although from the outside it would look like they were just chatting. "I would very much like that, if she goes to her mom then maybe you could spend the night over too."

"Spending the night is a dangerous offer to make a man like me, Charlotte." He murmured, his voice a low, rumbling promise against her ear. "Because I will absolutely take you up on it. And you don't have to work hard to impress me. You've already done that." He reluctantly let his hands slide from her waist as she stepped back to grab her bag. Watching her walk across the room, his eyes traced the line of her back, the slow ache of desire already reforming in his gut. But as she returned to his side and spoke of leaving, reality crashed back into the room, cooling the immediate heat of the moment with a dose of necessary caution.

Her whole body burned hot in a way that only Hunter managed to make her feel, she was at his complete mercy in the middle of her office, risking anyone walking in on them or even hearing them. He was irresistible to her, a hunger like no other she'd ever met. As he set the pace, pushing into her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his back, uncontrollable moans coming out of her lips.

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.

Harper slowly and reluctantly moved from on top of her , just so it wouldn't feel like he was crushing her with his weight. But he didn't move far and stayed right by her side and was pressed against her. His breathing was hot and heavy and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down properly before turning to look at her. Even after passionate love making she still looked beautiful and he couldn't move away from her. "That was amazing, alright." He said before chuckling softly. "We have to be careful about this in the future. We can't let anyone find out about us , especially our parents." He said to her softly. To the world they were still step siblings and he understood that it is frowned upon for them to be together this way. "But I haven't gotten nearly enough of you. I don't think I can ever get enough of you after this." He said to her with a charming smile. He pulled out of her finally with a squelching pop. She was still leaking his release and he could see it drip down her thighs. "We are very much going to keep this up. If you want to that is." He said to her with a wink.

Sienna was still trying to catch her breath as Harper moved off of her, sliding to the empty side of the bed next to her. Her gaze was focused on the ceiling lips parted slightly open, she couldn't even process yet what had happened and how good he had made her feel. She wouldn't have ever admitted to him how many times she had fantasized about this, about him, touching her, fucking her, claiming her, and now that she had it, the idea of stopping or letting go of him seemed irrational. She turned to her side, facing him, one hand under tucked under her hair propping her head up. "Yeah, I don't want this to stop either." She confessed, showing no signs of embarrassment or shame as she laid naked next to him. "We just have to make sure they're out of the house." Her fingers reached for him wanting to touch his skin. "Or you could come visit me when I go back to college."

Harper had his fair share of girlfriends but he had never been thoroughly satisfied by them. With them it always felt like something was missing, something rather important and he had found that with her. This was what he was craving for more than anything and what he needed more than anything. His heart was racing in his chest for her as he watched and admired her beauty. "That sounds reasonable enough. I shall make certain to visit yout college often then. You can do the same to my college too you know. I would love nothing more than for you to visit me." He said to her with a smirk.

Sawyer leaned back in his chair, the low thrum of the jazz band seeping into his bones as the saxophone curled around the dim lights of the room. Olivia’s grin sliced through the mellow ambience, her elbows planted firmly on the table, her eyes glittering with a mischievous challenge. He felt the familiar flicker of anticipation spark at the edge of his consciousness, a slow‑burning heat that rose whenever she tossed him a question like a live wire. He leaned forward, his elbows now resting on the table opposite hers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur that seemed to blend perfectly with the soft jazz. “I would stop pretending there’s any restraint left. I would take you exactly where you want to be taken, and I’d make sure you never forget how it feels when I am the only one who can make your world tilt and your breath catch.”

Sawyer simply smirked at her. It was a good question that much he could give her. "Definitely. I do enjoy being in control. But I believe a lot of it depends on the other person as well. If you aren't enjoying someone else being in control then I might have to change things. But as you said , there's nothing worse than being bored in bed and I agree to it completely." He slowly sipped on his drink as he finished speaking before he continued. "With me , you will never be bored. That much I can promise you." He said to her with a smirk.

keeping the distance non existence between them and ignoring his need to keep that distance from her, scarlett wanted to ignore every little thing that samual was doing to try and get some closure if that was needed and it was true the brunette was trying to collect some kind of intel whether or not leave him entirely, though known their history together and how serious they had gotten yes it was her fault on way they ended and how they ended and did she feel bad about it? of course she did, it was why she came back and wanting answers to these questions that were swirling through her mind about the 'new couple' if it was a real couple. her brown eyes gazing back at the male she once shared a life with a soft sigh parted from her lips, as she chewed on her bottom lip without known she did it, it was like a thought scarlett did so often. "then what is it? pretending to be over me?" she questioned once again, it was like a word vomit once she started she couldn't stop "go on please tell me, tell me what is on that mind of yours" the female asked wanting the truth from samual. "is this is actually it?" the femme said letting her index finger touch the base of his arm and run it up and down in a gentle motion, wanting to see if he was still going to get some kind of reaction just from a little touch from her.

Samuel’s entire body went rigid the exact moment the pad of her index finger brushed against the base of his arm. It was a feather-light touch, but to him, it felt like a jolt of electricity racing straight up his bicep. His muscles flexed involuntarily under her skin, betraying the stoic facade he was trying so desperately to maintain. He hated how easily she could still read him, how a single, effortless gesture could completely unravel weeks of agonizing discipline. He stared down at her finger moving in that slow, agonizingly gentle motion against his arm. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest tightening so much it physically ached. "No." Samuel whispered, the word tearing out of him, rough and defeated. He didn't pull his arm away from her touch. He couldn't. "I am not pretending to be over you, Scarlett. I am trying to be. There's a difference."

open to: all, 21+

"And you know I hate sneaking in and out line a thief. But here we still are." He said to her with a charming smile. The truth was he had purposely made her wait because he knew how much she hated waiting and he always enjoyed getting under her skin. It was one of his favourite things to do and he loved every time they were together. She was like a drug he couldn't get enough off. It didn't matter to him that she was married , the only thing that mattered to him was how much he needed her and how he would do anything for her.

Sawyer grabbed his glass of wine and sipped from it. He mostly needed the contact of the glass or anything to hold onto especially when he was imagining the sight of her in a skirt. He felt warmth pooling in his stomach and a different kind of hunger all together reared it's head. "I can't imagine what I would do right now if you were wearing a skirt." He admitted to her. The thought of the sight of her in a skirt paired with the sassy attitude she just had made his head spin and he didn't think he would be able to hold himself back at all if she had worn a skirt to see him today.

Sawyer leaned back in his chair, the low thrum of the jazz band seeping into his bones as the saxophone curled around the dim lights of the room. Olivia’s grin sliced through the mellow ambience, her elbows planted firmly on the table, her eyes glittering with a mischievous challenge. He felt the familiar flicker of anticipation spark at the edge of his consciousness, a slow‑burning heat that rose whenever she tossed him a question like a live wire. He leaned forward, his elbows now resting on the table opposite hers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur that seemed to blend perfectly with the soft jazz. “I would stop pretending there’s any restraint left. I would take you exactly where you want to be taken, and I’d make sure you never forget how it feels when I am the only one who can make your world tilt and your breath catch.”

Vivian's worries softened when Arthur agreed with her, it was like they saw eye to eye on the matter, that they both wanted it but understood the limitations that confined them. Not only their job, but that she was married and had a family; a man whom she did love in different ways but couldn't satisfy her, not in the way Arthur could. She leans closer to him, hand grasping his. "I think your place would be a good option." She says, although what it means is that she wants to get to know more of him. A hotel seemed too impersonal. The grin on her face is a mix of the pleasure he brought her and the expectation of this happening again. "Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special I should be aware of? I wouldn't want to complicate things, we can accommodate our schedules."

Arthur was glad that she agreed to his place. In his mind it seemed to be the most logical option and he realised that they could relax without it being too impersonal or impractical. A hotel room didn't offer much choices in that matter and he didn't want to be constantly going in and out of hotel rooms just to hook up with her. His place was empty because he lived by himself and so she could have come by any time she wanted. The male laughed softly at her questions before he shook his head at her. "No I don't have any girlfriends. I only sleep around as I find that one night stands are much more suitable for me. Relationships isn't something I haven't thought about much. No one really caught my eye, other than you that is. Besides, our situation is already complicated , don't you think ?" He teased her with a smirk. "But with all due respect I am free most days until I have any friends over. We can always text each other before you come over to identify if I am free or in the presence of company." He said to her softly.

"I like numbers, but saying that usually results in people rolling their eyes at me." Not that it had ever really upset her. She'd known that liking working with numbers wasn't something a lot of people signed up for, but she'd always wanted to do something along those lines. "Hockey? Can't say that I have. I know more about ice skating if we're talking about people on skates. But now I feel like I kind of have to try watching a game. I'm sure that must require... ridiculous levels of effort to be a professional."

"Most people aren't good with numbers and find those numbers boring and irritating. And so I can understand where they come from but I am not one of those people. I think what you do is great and definitely takes some smarts. Which you clearly have along with your beauty." He said to her before sipping on his drink. "You should definitely do. It's fun and yes it does take a lot of professionalism and a lot of hard work. But when you are out there in the ice and winning and playing well , trust me that is more rewarding than anything. And the constant struggle and hard work behind it makes it all the more worth it. The offer to come to my team's next game still stands. Would certainly give me extra motivation to play well by seeing you cheer. " He said to her as his eyes drifted to her lips for a moment.