Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."
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"I'm going to fuck you now." His deep and raspy voice reached my ears, effectively rendering me speechless as my hands clutched onto the silky sheets in a tight grasp and my breath came out ragged.
"Would you allow that, kitten?" He nuzzled his nose in my neck when I shuddered and a mix between a moan and a whimper left my lips as one hand buried in his hair, keeping him there.
"Would you like that?" He asked again, pulling away to look in my eyes when I pulled him in for a scorching kiss that left me wanting more as he pulled away rather reluctantly.
"I need your words." He reminded when I nodded frantically.
"Yes, sir. I'd like that very much." I agreed more eagerly than I'd like to admit and saw mild amusement dancing in his eyes when he smiled.
"That's my good girl." His lips pressed once again onto mine.
And there we go with the butterflies again.
I thanked my lucky stars I was wearing sexy underwear and not the cartoon ones I have as Bastian's hand roamed my body, exploring my curves and dips as if committing all of them to memory.
His tongue mixed with mine and I gave up my control, surrendering myself to him completely when his hand slipped under my dress, snaking up to my panties which were definitely wet.
I gasped in his mouth when he pressed his thumb on my clit from over the lacy material, drowning in him all over again as a moan slipped past my lips, something in him snapping when he pulled away, pecking my lips numerous times.
He brought his hand back up again and touched my fingers on the bed, brining them to his lips and kissing each finger gently.
My heart warmed at the simple yet loving action as he raised his gaze to mine, smiling in the slightest as his lips trailed up my arm, leaving small butterfly kisses in their wake.
When he reached my shoulder, he pressed a lingering kiss there before moving the strap of my dress down, the other following until he slid it off me and I took a deep, shuddery breath as the cool air hit my warm skin.
I wasn't wearing a bra because the dress didn't allow it, much to Bastian's pleasure but he seemed to control himself as he placed wet kisses on my neck.
