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a/n: this chapter is not for young eyes, there will be 18+ content within this chapter, from beginning to end. 

i'm trying to post at least some chapters from my other books, so enjoy the dump my lovelies <3

nothing brings more pain than too much pleasure
— Benjamin Franklin

One hand sliding round to the back of his head, Maya cards her fingers into his hair, inevitably ruining whatever style he had it in, to pull him closer to her, intensifying the neediness of his lips against hers.

Maya swears he moans at the tugging of his hair, but she doesn't even hear it, too concentrated on his teeth as they nip at her bottom lip, nursing the area with his tongue afterwards.

A full body shudder erupts through her, sending a gush of arousal straight between her legs. It makes her feel weightless.

As if that weren't enough, Lorenzo's hands drop, cupping and kneading the flesh of her ass, squeezing near-painfully. The unexpectedness of it makes Maya gasp into his mouth as he pulls her core that bit closer to his hips, where she can feel the evidence of his arousal hard in his pants.

Her hands can't help but explore him as well as he is for her, running across the planes of his well-muscled chest, feeling them strain under her touch like he's holding back. Maya's fingers run over his chain, dipping to undo the buttons with dizzying speed.

"Eager, are we?" He whispers cockily between kisses.

She shoots him a scathing look, punctuating her words with the rough undoing of more buttons.

"Do you ever shut up?" She teased.

He doesn't reply, too entranced by the softness of her touch on his bare pale skin as it's revealed button by button. His own hands trace up her middle, over her ribs and straight past her breasts to the straps of her dress, tangling his fingers into one and them and pulling it over her shoulder.

Not quite enough to expose any intimate part of her.

Fuck, Lorenzo's teasing Maya.

And she wouldn't say she didn't like it.

His lips migrate past hers, his nose ghosting over her cheek to her neck, where his lips tease the sensitive skin with open-mouthed kisses, teeth nipping at the space where it meets Maya's shoulder.

It's rougher than anticipated, and a soft breathy moan slips out, only serving to spur him on.

His one hand on Maya's waist pushes her back, her knees hitting the mattress sending her body against it. He follows her, cushioning the fall and looming over Maya, using one of his knees to edge her legs apart for him.

In the heat of it all, she's managed at least to get his shirt entirely open, shifting the fabric from his shoulders, shamelessly appreciating the shape of him.

Her fingers trail that little bit of hair leading beneath his belt, feeling how the muscles of his abdomen flex with the contact, hearing the whisper of a low moan in his throat.

It's only when her hand begins to massage the very obvious and, she hate to say it, impressive bulge of his erection, that Lorenzo lets out a shuddered quiet moan, his breath fluttering against your neck.

Maya smirks, "Eager, are we?" She teases, echoing his previous words.

It's like a switch flipped and Lorenzo rights himself slightly, one hand taking both of hers and pinning them above her head in a very sudden act of dominance. He revels in the shocked look on her face, his black shirt now forgotten on the floor.

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