No Shame in Desiring | 18+

45 | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ

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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |

"HRG!" Castle pushes me with such force that it's enough to knock me back.

A groan leaves my mouth at the impact of my ass hitting the floor. The groan turns into a growl within seconds as irritation takes over me.

"What the fuck?" I glare up at Castle.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He quickly grabs my arms, pulling me up on my feet, fumbling as his eyes roam over me. "Are you hurt?"

"Not really since I fell on a really cushioned floor."

Castle looks down at the tiled floor of the kitchen which is so not cushioned. He winces.

"I didn't even do anything new this time." I cross my arms against my chest, glaring at him.

"You..." He plays with the drawstrings of his hoodie. "pounced on me."

I raise my eyebrows. "Again," I say. "Nothing new."

"It was more sudden this time."

"No, it wasn't."

"It was."

"I'm pretty sure I did not pounce on you."

"Fine. You more like threw yourself at me."

My eyes narrow. "I did not throw myself at you."

"Okay, never mind! Never mind! Forget it. I'm sorry for pushing you."

I raise my chin, looking intently into his eyes. "There's only one way to make up for that."

He catches the look in my eyes.

His eyes widen.

"Holly, don't you dare—" He moves to escape.

My hands fly and grab the front of his hoodie.

"Holly—" I push him back. His back hits the wall of the kitchen.

He hisses. "Holly! Your dad just left the kitchen. He might be on his way right now. He can't—Ohhh."

My tongue finds his mouth, slowly dragging it across his lips.

"Holly, no, we shouldn't—Ahh!"

My teeth clamp on his bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth.

His warm breath falls onto my face as I bite onto his lips, drawing out all kinds of noises from his mouth.

"You were saying?" I murmur, pressing my body into his so he can feel every inch of me.

His eyes flutter. He's barely able to keep them open. "Your dad..."