The moment he said that it sent chills down my spine, i could feel goosebumps on my skin. He definitely knew how to get to me and he liked how vulnerable he made me be. He moved down to the curvature of my neck that met my shoulder . His lips touching my skin made me whimper, it was hard to fight the tempation. " it can't be me" i managed to choke out, he smiled against my skin, oh lord was he killing me. "I beg.." Then he kissed my neck ever so softly"to.. differ" i whispered. I was a hot mess under him. He looked at me again with those eyes that were so captivating. His hands were on my hips and my hands were on his chest ,where i tried to push him away. His face was a mere inch away from mine when i couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck" i said "yes" he purred and attacked my mouth with his. Our kiss was so passionate and fiery it sent sparks flying throughout my body. He gripped my hips tightly pulling me closer to him and i fisted his shirt in my hands. As our kiss depened i forgot that i had a fiancé, the only thing that mattered was that i wanted him. I wrapped my hands behind his neck and pulled myself closer to him. He bent down and i jumped and wrapped my legs around his torso ,he carried me to my room which was opposite the wall. He barged in kicking the door open , and he lay me down onto my bed . He took off his shirt revealing a six pack so defined that i wanted to lick it ,i undid the belt of my coat revealing my lace underwear underneath. He swooped down and kissed me,lifted my back off the bed and took off the coat completely.
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The train ride home
General FictionDamn this man,i wanted him,i needed him,if him just looking at me is making me weak. I don't know what will happen if he spoke or touched me. (ReaderxCharacter) Inspired from a scene in the movie shame.All characters in this short story are fiction...