LOVE THY ENEMY - REECE WALSH.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬

He silently urged himself to tell her the truth, but the allure of awakening Tatiana's wild side held him captive. He longed for the passionate fire he knew she was capable of, even if it came with consequences. "Hey, Ana?" His voice was low, tinged with both guilt and arousal.

"Yeah, baby?" Tatiana responded, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity. She was on her side, facing him, waiting for him to speak.

Reece shifted closer, his hand gently tracing the curve of her waist. "You know," he started, his voice low and laced with desire, "there was that time when we were in high school..."

He let the sentence hang in the air, the memory of their tumultuous past hovering between them. Tatiana's expression changed, a flicker of recognition and wariness in her eyes.

"What time?" she asked, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. She knew that period of their lives was fraught with drama, fights, and volatile emotions.

Reece's desire grew stronger as he saw the shift in Tatiana's expression. He knew he was playing with fire, bringing up their tumultuous past, but he couldn't help himself.

"You know what I mean," he said, his voice sultry. "That time when you were so wild, so fiery. I loved it when you'd get so angry..."

He moved closer, his lips gently tracing her jawline. Tatiana inhaled a sharp breath, her defensive walls visibly crumbling at his words. Her eyes darkened, a mix of memories and old emotions stirring within her.

"Reece," she whispered, her voice a blend of warning and submission. "I'm different now. We both are."

Reece reveled in Tatiana's reaction, her defensive walls giving way to the memories of their fiery past. The hint of warning in her voice only heightened his excitement, and he moved even closer, his lips hovering over her neck.

"I know we are," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and a hint of teasing cruelty. "But deep down, I know that part of you still exists. That fiery, passionate woman who used to make my blood boil." Tatiana lifted her head slightly, a curious look in her eyes. "I thought you were feeling tired baby?"

Reece chuckled darkly, his body pressed against hers. "I changed my mind," he whispered, his voice filled with raw desire. "I need you, Tatiana. All of you." He buried his face in her neck, his lips trailing across her skin. Despite the guilt gnawing at his conscience, he was consumed by a primal need for her, a desperate attempt to bury his near-transgression with Freda in the heat of the moment.

Tatiana climbed onto Reece's lap with a smile, pushing him down as she moved against him, kissing him gently. Reece let out a content sigh as Tatiana settled into his lap, the way she moved made his pulse race. He surrendered to her touch, his hands roaming over her curves, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

As she kissed him, he responded hungrily, his lips seeking hers with an intensity borne from guilt and desire. He longed to erase the memory of near-betrayal with the fire of their passion.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was both familiar and urgent. Reece's hands explored her skin, his touch tinged with both passion and desperation. He pushed away the guilt and focused only on her, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, the weight of her body against his.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths, their moans, as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Reece's mind was a cacophony of thoughts and emotions. He knew that his actions were driven by guilt and desire, but he couldn't stop himself. The feel of Tatiana's body against his, her kisses and touches, were fueling a fire within him.