"We were
Just friends
That spoke like lovers
And that seemed to be enough for
Two teenagers who were scared to love one another"
- k.a.t.
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Lorenzo Berkshire x Cassandra Avery (OC)
A sort of slow burn, childhood best friends to lovers story...
TW - smut, murder (when I put it like that it sounds wild omg)
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"The whole question here is: am I a monster, or a victim myself?" - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Cassie Avery
The stone wall was cold behind my back, but I barely noticed. Lorenzo's lips were warm on my throat, his hand buried in my hair, the weight of his body grounding me in a way nothing else could anymore.
We were tangled together in the shadows of the storage level beneath the Astronomy Tower, breathless and flushed, the low hum of the summer breeze thrumming between us like a second heartbeat. We shouldn't have been there - shouldn't have been doing this - but when were we ever good at stopping?
I needed this now more than ever. To stop my mind wandering into the darkest corners - to what would happen next week when school was finished, to what Draco had to do any day now. I needed any distraction I could get. Luckily, Lorenzo just so happened to be my favourite one.
His lips crashed against mine in a bruising kiss. I melted into him with a whimper, my hands fisting in his shirt. He kissed me like a man starved, all teeth and tongue. I could feel him pressing insistently against my hip. I needed him. Now.
"Fuck, Cassie," he groaned, breaking the kiss. "I can never get enough of you."
His hands roamed my curves, With a few deft movements, my blouse fell open, revealing my lacy bra beneath. Lorenzo's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of my exposed skin, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of pleasure at the way he looked at me.
Lorenzo spun me around so I was face first against the cold stone wall, my bare chest pressed against it. His hands glided down my sides to the hem of my skirt. With a sharp tug, he yanked it up around my waist
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers delved between my thighs, slowly pumping them in and out.
"Please," I whimpered, grinding against his hand, desperate for more. Lorenzo chuckled darkly and withdrew his fingers. Before I could protest the loss, I felt his thick length pushing against my entrance.
He thrusted up into me, my body jolting with every impact of his hips against my ass.
Lorenzo pulled out and spun me back around. He hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He pinned me to the wall with his body, never once breaking our connection. "Wrap your legs tighter," he commanded, voice strained with lust. As I obeyed, he began to move again, bouncing me up and down with swift, rough thrusts as my nails raked down his back.
We stumbled around the room, our bodies pressed together desperately.
Suddenly, we collided with some sort of furniture, a large piece of cloth falling from it and hitting the floor.
