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My hand tightened on his arm as he opened the door, anticipation coursing through me. My mind was a blank slate, my breaths shallow and gasp-like in his presence. The warmth of his apartment enveloped us, contrasting with the cool breeze from the air conditioner as we moved towards his dimly lit room. A nervous energy vibrated at the slow rub against my thigh, prompting an anxious swallow. My gaze locked with his, my heart pounding fiercely against my chest. The most intimate aspects of love, which deepened the darkness in his eyes, always left me a bundle of nerves.
Jonathan's gaze softened, yet a predatory glint remained, adoringly fixated on his prey. My grip tightened as we approached the bed, and he gently shifted me from the warmth of his chest to the delicate black cotton pillows. He allowed my legs to curl onto the bed, bent in shock, while my lips parted, observing his gaze traverse every pore of my skin. Jonathan maintained eye contact, ensuring I remained within his view. I swallowed again as his rough fingers sent rushes of sparks down my arm with gentle strokes.
"Jonathan," my voice quivers as his finger traces over my hand where my nails could tear his shirt, and he likely wouldn't mind. My hand freezes under the delicate circles he draws on my sensitive skin. My body shudders involuntarily, like an electric spark flickering in my brain, ready to be engulfed by all he is. Jonathan gently enfolds my hands in his, like sand meeting the ocean. They are a chaotic pair, yet they fit together seamlessly on a perfect day, misleading any onlooker.
Jonathan's lips lingered on my wrist, whispering a soothing "Relax, baby," as our fingers entwined. His hold was firm, drawing me closer, hands pressing down on the pillow. He gazed down at me, his blue eyes reflecting mine, and asked in a hushed tone, "Comfortable, wildcat?" His kisses fell softly on my face, everywhere but my eager lips. A quiet hum escaped me, nearly lost in the warmth of our mingled breaths.
''Are you, my baby?'' he asked, as his lips caressed the base of my neck, making my back arch against his pressing body. My breath was shaky as I tried to respond, but a quick whine left my throat as his tongue tasted my skin harshly. Jonathan chuckles softly against the swells of my breast as his mischievous eyes meet my very own dilated and needy ones. ''Words,'' he commands firmly before sucking against my swell. ''Ah,'' a gasp left the echo of my chest before groaning sweet love and pleasure as he bit down, leaving a mark.
''Are you, my baby?'' he asked firmly as his bottom lip traced the purple hickey against my swell like some branding. I chewed my bottom lip, trying to hold back a quiet whine as pleasure pooled to my core. ''Yes,'' I tremble as my words stutter against my very own breath. His perfect dark smile curls against the other swell before pressing a soft kiss on it, making my legs shut instinctively as a flood of nerves burst and pulsated against my non-working brain.
''My very good girl,'' he growled against my neck, and I could feel the vibration through my chest. I wanted more. I wanted everything he offered me. I wanted that dark look in his eyes as he admired how forcingly sweet my body reacted to him. Jonathan guided a gentle hand up my leg, making my eyes roll from the tension as they sucked against my neck like some vampire. His thumb caressed against my inner thigh, teasing me near my centre. I tried too quickly shut my legs as his thumb grazed against my lace panties. He kept them open by pushing them apart, as the dress feel down to hip. The white lace now visible for his eyes to feast on them like the lion already, ready prowl over it.
His finger writhes down the sleekness of my wetness, down in a long stroke, making my lips tremble softly. ''Is it aching?'' his voice darker and sultry, as my fisted hands that held the pillow wasn't enough evidence. Jonathan's fingers move, making my eyes open in a quick burst, letting a needy groan leave me. ''Yes, caveman,'' I hissed, and he groans in an approval as he strides another long stroke against my folds. I bite my lower lip, as another torturous moan leaves my lips.
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THE PERFECT DECEPTION
Fanfiction''We had no plan of it becoming real. It was just perfect.'' Every plan has a fault, no matter how perfectly planned it is. However, maybe the fault was the perfect destiny plan, colliding two worlds together. Each world has its missions to accomp...
