Never Let Me Go

Chapter 12. Silenced

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The day seemed to drag on endlessly for Tim, his anticipation growing with each passing hour. Lucy, on the other hand, was brimming with energy and excitement, her flirtatious banter a constant reminder of the celebration that awaited them. As they left the station, she playfully swatted his arm, her laughter ringing through the parking lot. Tim couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm – she was radiant, her new title of detective already suiting her perfectly.

Once they were both settled in his truck, Lucy leaned over, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered suggestively, "Do you know how much I want to celebrate tonight?" Tim's pulse quickened, and he shot her a heated glance before returning his gaze to the road, biting back a groan. "Lucy," he warned playfully, though the desire in his voice was undeniable. She giggled, her fingers tracing patterns on his thigh. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on the road ahead while she continued her teasing. The tension in the vehicle was palpable, each mile bringing them closer to their shared goal – a night of unbridled passion and joy, celebrating Lucy's triumphant victory over adversity and her newfound position.

Lucy's teasing only intensified, her fingertips dancing along the seam of Tim's jeans. She couldn't resist pushing his buttons just a little further. Tim's jaw clenched as he fought to keep his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Lucy," he growled, his voice a delicious mix of desire and warning, "don't make me pull this car over..." The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Lucy's smile grew wider, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved it when he took control – it made her feel safe, loved, and desired all at once. But she also loved testing his limits. Leaning back in her seat, she crossed her arms over her chest and feigned innocence. "Or what?" she challenged, her tone light yet seductive. Tim shot her a look that promised retribution.

Unable to bear the sweet torture any longer, Tim yanked the steering wheel to the side, pulling the truck over with a screech of tires. Lucy yelped in surprise, her body colliding with his as the vehicle came to an abrupt halt. Before she could react, Tim had her straddling his lap, her eyes wide with anticipation. "You know what, Lucy?" he asked, his voice low and husky. She shook her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here," he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs. Lucy's pulse raced at the dominance in his touch, her own hands tangling in his hair. "And who might that be?" she breathed, her lips hovering tantalisingly close to his. Tim's gaze darkened, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Me," he growled, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that stole the air from her lungs. Lucy moaned, pressing herself closer as their tongues danced together, her hands fisting in his shirt.

A sense of wild, untamed hunger took over Tim as he watched Lucy's movements, the way her body responded to his approach. She was teetering on the edge, and he was the only one who could push her over.

Her whimpers called to him, egging him on. He could practically feel her walls quivering as he held her, the hunger in his gaze matched only by the desperation in hers. There were no more games, no more teasing, only raw, unadulterated passion. He laid her on the back seat as she stripped.

He didn't give her time to prepare for him, to brace herself. Instead, with one swift motion, he surged into her. Her back arched, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, a mix of pain and pleasure. He moved without mercy, his thrusts erratic, rough, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her whimpers turned to moans, her fingers digging into the seat of the truck, a silent plea for more.

He was ruthless, and she revelled in it.
The way their bodies moved together, the force of each impact as Tim thrust into Lucy, was nothing short of pure, raw passion. It was as if the very air around them crackled with energy, a testament to the intensity of their union.

His every motion was laced with an unspoken sentiment, a depth that went beyond the physical. There was a story in the way his fingers gripped her hips, a message in the way his teeth grazed her neck- his heavy breath synchronising with the sucking on her neck as he left one hickey after the other . She was more than just a physical vessel for his desires; she was a canvas for his passion to be painted across, a muse for the symphony of emotions that danced within him.

And with each thrust, each kiss, each whispered word of desire, he found himself drawn deeper into this tide of passion, a tide that seemed to have no intention of ever receding. The intensity of Tim's thrusts was pushing Lucy to the edge, her body reacting in a dance of tremors and shivers. Her moans, once a serenade of growing pleasure, turned into screams as her climax neared.

Her back arched, her body a living symphony of sensations, as she relinquished control to the overwhelming force of her impending peak. Their connection seemed to stretch beyond the physical, as if it was an unseen thread, pulling her into this moment of release.

Each of Tim's movements was a sharp reminder of her vulnerability, of her surrender. The screams that left her lips were a final, desperate plea for the moment to never end, a cry that seemed to echo the very core of her being. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and the world around them faded into the background.

Lucy's flushed cheeks were a canvas that had borne witness to the intensity of their encounter. Her sweat-damp skin glistened in the soft light of the truck, like a picture frame encasing a moment of pure, raw passion.

As Tim enveloped her in the warm blanket, a protective embrace, he lifted her from the backseat of the truck and settled her into the passenger seat with a tenderness.
He leaned in close, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Next time, don't tease me," he murmured, the words dancing with a hint of warning and promise. His eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge, daring her to find the courage to tease him again.

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