You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as his lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, sucking gently before trailing down to your neck.
You know you’ve crossed a line, but with the way his fingers are exploring your body and the way his lips are making you feel, you don’t care.
Your lips find their way to his neck, and you can feel the slight shift in his breath as you move lower, pressing your mouth against his skin.
The moment your teeth graze his neck, you bite down softly, just enough to leave a faint red mark. The sound that escapes his lips—a low groan—ignites something in you. He wasn’t expecting this from you, not at all. But maybe, just maybe, this is exactly who you are.
Both of your hearts are racing, pounding in sync as his forehead rests against yours. Then, without warning, he pulls away, rising from the bed, and confusion sets in. You quickly reach for his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“What?” you ask, your voice laced with frustration and desire. “Are we done... like this?”
Your eyes wander over his naked chest, taking in every detail of him. His abs, the way his skin glistens faintly under the dim light. But instead of answering right away, he watches you, a hint of something flickering in his eyes.
“I haven’t even started yet... PRINCESS,” he finally says.
He turns and walks toward your wardrobe, pulling out a simple black t-shirt and shorts. Your confusion deepens, your eyebrows furrowing as he holds the clothes in his hands.
“Go and change,” he says, walking back toward you. “You can’t sleep like this.”
Before you can protest, he places both hands on your waist, lifting you gently to your feet, guiding you to the bathroom door. His touch lingers on your skin, and every inch of you aches for him to do more. But he doesn’t. Instead, he raises his eyebrows, pointing at the bathroom like he expects you to listen.
You bite back the string of curses forming in your mind and snatch the clothes from his hand, stomping toward the bathroom. Slamming the door behind you, you huff in frustration.
Who the fuck is thinking about sleeping...at this moment? Certainly I'm not.
But after a few moments, you realize something else. There’s no way you can reach your zipper, and you open the door.
“Who's going to open this?...when I'm not able to” you ask as you point at the zipper of your dress.
He doesn’t say anything, just turns you around, his hands warm and firm as they find your waist. You nearly lose your breath as one hand squeezes your waist, while the other trails slowly up your spine, his fingers cold against your bare skin. You arch instinctively at his touch, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. He takes his time, pulling the zipper down in a way that feels far more intimate than it should. You can’t help but shiver.
When the zipper is finally undone, you rush into the bathroom to change, your mind swirling with the mix of vodka and the sudden shift in his behavior. One moment he’s teasing you, the next, he’s pulling away. It’s maddening.
After changing into the t-shirt and shorts, you emerge from the bathroom only to find him checking his phone. He’s playing with you, and you hate how much you want him to stop.
Without thinking, you walk up to him, your hands folding around the back of his neck as you pull him into a kiss. His lips respond immediately, taking control, dominating you with a fierceness that makes your knees weak. You pull back, just slightly, whispering against his lips,
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Arranged Art of Love: Diamonds and Dreams ( KTH ff)
Fanfiction"I realized how weak I was, pretending to be strong all the time. I was hiding my real emotions with achievements in my career." She was broken but too busy to be healed. Maybe she chose to be busy in life to escape her torn self. ________________ I...
