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Apologies I don't know how to write these types of things! I tried my best.
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Europa barely had time to react before Earth took control. In one swift motion, he leaned forward, his body pressing firmly into hers as he shoved her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. His gravity, heavier and more intense than hers, was a constant reminder of his dominance in this moment.
“Not so tough now, are we?” Earth’s voice was low and teasing, a smirk tugging at his lips as he held her firmly in place. His strength was overwhelming, and his weight left her with little room to move.
Europa froze for a moment, taken aback by how easily he had taken control. But her pride flared. “You think this means something?” she spat, her body tense as she struggled beneath him. But it was futile—his larger form held her completely in check.
Her wrists were trapped above her head, his grip unyielding. Earth leaned down, his face hovering just inches from hers. The heat of his breath mingled with the weight of his body pressing into hers. Despite the rage that bubbled inside her, she couldn’t deny the attraction that flared at the proximity—an undeniable pull toward him that she both resented and secretly desired.
“Shut the fuck up,” Europa snapped, her voice laced with frustration, trying once more to twist free, but Earth’s hold was like iron. His gravity kept her pinned, and he was strong enough to resist every attempt she made to break free.
A grin curled at Earth’s lips. “Feisty,” he murmured, his voice playful, savoring the power he had over her. Yet Europa’s pulse quickened.
“Let me go,” she demanded again, her voice laced with irritation.
Earth’s hands shifted, sliding down her arms to her waist as he settled more comfortably over her, straddling her and pinning her firmly in place. He leaned closer, his lips grazing the side of her neck, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’re intoxicating when you’re angry,” he teased, the heat of his body practically consuming hers. “How do you think Ganymede would feel if he saw you like this?”
Europa stiffened beneath him, every muscle straining as she fought to push him off, to reclaim some semblance of control. But his grip was firm and unyielding, and her resistance only seemed to heighten the tension between them. “You don’t know anything,” she spat, struggling in vain.
A smirk tugged at Earth’s lips. “You still think you can outmaneuver me?” His words were laced with quiet challenge, his lips brushing against hers as his chest pressed fully into hers, keeping her immobilized.
Her breath caught in her throat. She despised how much she wanted him, how her body betrayed her, reacting to his touch in ways she couldn’t control. She hated how naturally dominant he was, how it felt impossible to break free. Oh, he was so fucking hot.
