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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊, each one stealing away the last remnants of our fight. His lips moved slowly, effortlessly dissolving the heat of our argument and replacing it with something far more dangerous.
"Please, I need you, Catalina," he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with something that sent a shiver down my spine. In one smooth motion, he laid me down on the bed, positioning himself on top of me.
The only light in the room was the faint glow of the moon, casting sharp shadows across his jawline, illuminating the curve of his lips—plump, red, and slightly parted as he looked at me.
I bit my lip at his words, my thighs pressing together as if they could somehow hold him in place, keep him from slipping away from this moment.
Suddenly, his hand gripped my face, his fingers pressing firmly into my cheeks—not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure I was right here with him, with no room for anything else.
"You look so fucking good with your mascara running down," he smirked.
And I smiled like a complete idiot—because I knew he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would let him. I would enjoy every second of it.
"Psycho," I teased, my fingers finding their way to his belt, tugging lightly.
"Says the one who tried to kill me," he scoffed, his voice laced with amusement.
"I'm still mad I missed," I pouted, exaggerating my disappointment.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah... bad shot, Princess."
Before I could say another word, he was on me—his lips capturing mine in an eager, almost desperate kiss. His hands found mine, pinning them above my head as he pressed his body closer.
His other hand slid down my thigh, his touch featherlight, teasing. Closer. Inch by inch. Until he was exactly where I needed him.
He slowly pulled my panties down and threw them to the side - Our kiss only deepening more by that.
I whimpered against his lips as his fingers pressed against my soaked cunt.
"Wait." His movements stilled, and for a brief moment, the only sound in the room was our uneven breathing.
Then, I felt something cool against my palm—his ring. He placed it in my hand, his fingers lingering just a little too long.
"Keep it safe for me
Without hesitation, I slipped it onto my ring finger.
A smirk ghosted over his lips as he watched me, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he went right back to what he was doing, his touch even hungrier than before.
