Shattered Innocence

A Hunt for Desires

Grinning mischievously, I lean against a tree, not truly hiding because I want her to find me. I want to witness the joy in her giggle as she searches for me. Her footsteps are louder than necessary, but she's clearly enjoying herself. We both need this, a break from the hard work and a chance to simply enjoy life. Nico needed a distraction from his anger towards the world and her sister, and I needed it too. It seemed like the perfect activity for us. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting a beautiful glow on the estate, despite all the past events that took place here. I can't see or hear Nico, but I know he's taking this game seriously. As for me, I have different plans, plans that I didn't even realize until I hear her approaching. And when I see her descending the stairs, her lips bruised, hair mussed, and a radiant expression on her face, it stirs strong emotions within me—feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that startle me. I had promised myself that I wouldn't make a move on Nora after our kiss, but I can't resist. I can't hold back any longer.

She makes me want things that I shouldn't desire, and I'm tired of hiding my feelings and pretending to be just her friend when it's clear she wants something more. She may have crossed a line with Jonas, but that doesn't mean she's ready to cross it with the rest of us. Yet, I can't help but pursue her now. I become the hunter, even though she's the one searching. I'm leading my prey into my trap, and I'm unbothered by that fact. She giggles, and I tilt my head, realizing she's getting closer. Suddenly, she jumps out from behind the tree, her grin wide and carefree. "I got you!" "No, I got you," I smirk, tackling her and lifting her over my shoulder. She laughs, and as I throw us onto the leaf-covered ground, her eyes shine with happiness.

She is undeniably beautiful. I can't help but say it out loud because her laughter fades, and her eyes darken with desire, fixated on my lips. She wants me to kiss her as much as I want to kiss her. Her legs frame my hips, and our bodies press tightly together, making it impossible to hide the growing hardness in my pants. When she feels it, her mouth forms a perfect 'O,' and she doesn't pull away. "This wasn't in the rules," she teases, her hands stroking up my arms and wrapping around my neck. "We can make our own rules," I murmur, leaning down, unable to resist brushing my lips across hers. She groans, and I swipe my lips over her chin and cheeks.

"I prefer our rules." Laughing, I graze them across her chin and neck, nudging her shirt down to place a gentle kiss on her rapidly beating heart. Moaning, she tightens her hold on my hips, lifting her own to roll her warmth against my arousal. I move slowly, savoring the moment. I want to remember everything—the taste of her skin, the feel of her softness, and the sound of her moans. I want these memories to push back the darkness that often engulfs me. She watches my every move as I part her thighs, remove her trousers, and settle between her legs. Her panties are soaked with desire, and I press my nose against the fabric, inhaling deeply, relishing her intoxicating scent. Groaning, I flick my tongue out to taste her before looking up at her. Her head tilts back, her neck arched, and I bite down on the fabric, pulling it aside to expose her pink, glistening pussy.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, admiring her, trembling hands reaching out. I part her lips and lick my own, fixating on her swollen clit and her inviting entrance, eager to fill her. "Isaac," she moans, her voice thick with desire, and something deeper that I long to explore. Swallowing the words I want to say, I trail my tongue along her delicate folds. The gasp she releases only fuels my determination. I love her reactions; I crave them all. I watch her intently as I stroke, lick, and explore her pussy, noting what elicits sighs and what prompts cries of pleasure. I commit every detail to memory, using my knowledge to heighten her arousal. I want her to lose herself in pleasure, to crave this connection as much as I do. Panting, she slides her hands under her shirt, teasing her nipples as I watch.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Nora," I tell her, my voice husky, as I tease her clit in the maddening way she both loves and hates. "You taste incredible, too. I could savor you all day." "Jesus, Isaac," she exclaims, looking down at me.