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{Warning: Mature Chapter— there will be no shame in skipping this chapter if you're not comfortable and will not make any changes to this story. If you do read well— don't blame me I warned you}
𝕴 nearly moan in relief when he's in front of me with one long stride, snatching my hips and pinning me against the wall harshly of the dorm room, a tingle shooting up and down my spine from the feeling though I couldn't bring myself to care, not when he presses his lips to mine in a heartbeat, instantly earning a throaty moan from me, especially when he grasped his hand around my neck, groaning gruffly into my mouth.
She has that look of innocence that tells you she is full of the best kind of bad. He already knew that, especially when she was teasing him before with his best friend in the room, she's the most angelic devil he's ever met, it may not make sense to anyone else apart from him but it's true. Absolutely true.
He grows painfully harder in his pants when she whines quietly from him sweeping his tongue over her bottom lip, his entire body jittery when she eagerly opened up for him, her hands tugging at the hem of his sweater, his grasp strengthening on her neck ever so slightly before letting go and tugging his sweater and t-shirt over his head in one, leaving his chest completely bare as he melts into her again, his lightly tongue teasing her as payback for earlier.
He's drawn away from her lips when she pushes her body into his, rolling their hips together, his mouth slanting down her jaw and neck, peppering kisses down to the dip of her collarbones he could see from her her beige sweatshirt, sending him absolutely feral inside. He tugs at the hem, pulling it down so he could nip and suck on the bones he finds incredibly sexy, his whole body craving her as though he's been starving, emotionally, physically and mentally, his mind relishing in the breathy moans and sighs leaving her delicate lips.
I breathlessly gasped when he cupped he pulled back for a moment, a blink of my eyes and he'd pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it around the room, leaving me in just the black bra I had on underneath with my jeans on the bottom half. I ran my tingling palms up and down his chest as he continued marking me as his own wherever he wanted. I'm his, wholly his, he could have me wherever he wanted me. I wanted him. I needed him.
"Have I ever......told you....how much I fucking....love these?" He spoke between kisses, licks, blows and tugs on my collarbones, my head tilting back against the wall, arching my back uncontrollably into him, replying shakily,
"No, but I think I can tell, and you just told me"
He chuckles amusedly at her comment, his head dizzy as he reluctantly raised his head, pushing his forehead against hers for a moment, a moment when they both just paused what they were doing, being together simply no matter how much he was throbbing, aching, longing for her. He needed a minute to just process how in love he is with this girl before completely devouring her, obliterating her with no remorse.
