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I wake up in a familiar room, alone, Calvin was no where to be seen.
I pull myself up, and feel bile rise at my throat as I comprehend what I had found out. Calvin's sister fell in love with my long lost uncle, but something happened causing them to break up and her to- to end her life...
I swallow the lump in my throat.
Surely, that wasn't all of it, it couldn't be, obviously it was upsetting and the divide between Cliffords and Kingsley's due to always being competitors is clear.
But surely he couldn't blame me for that, I didn't even know the family, I wasn't even in the same continent, there had to be- has to be something else, and I'm planning on finding out.
I run my hands through my knotted hair, and sigh deeply.
Calvin walks into the room, shirtless I might add, and my eyes wander around his sculpted body. His eyes, cold, captivating, sexy-
I stand up and he steps closer to me.
'Blair.' He almost hisses, but he also has something else in his words, I can't put my finger on it.
'Calvin.' I reply.
Now, I have no idea what came over me. I know I'm dancing with the devil, playing with fire, but I like heat anyways.
Somehow, somehow, my lips find his as though there was a magnetic attraction... Opposites attract.
His tongue dances with mine and fireworks light across my body, my hands tug on his hair, pulling him closer.
His ragged hands pull me up and my legs wrap around his waist, my school skirt riding up my thigh, not that I care right at this point in time.
He slams me against a wall, and kisses my neck, pleasure spreads across me through his touch, through the hardness I feel, I let my hands explore his body, his shoulders, his core, the V which dips down into his school uniform.
One of his hands reaches under my skirt, and the other undoes my blouse. I thank God, that I'm not wearing granny pants. Heat spreads at his every touch, sharing our hatred, our frustration, our passion, through every kiss, every touch.
A finger slips in as I halt, then ride him, arching my back to be impossibly close to him.
I cry out at the tingling sensation throughout my body, he responds with a growl and throws me onto the bed.
He leans in, resting between my thighs, kissing me and rips off my blouse, waste of clothing if you ask me.
My hands reach the waist of his trousers, and at my touch he pushes away for a second, revealing himself, and my God, what a creation-
As he puts on protection he mumbles 'I'm clean,'
'Same,' I reply and reach up to kiss him again, almost fighting with him for dominance.
He kisses with more passion, and overpowers me, I submit to him. Just this one night, just, one, night.
He places himself between me, and kisses me up and down, rubbing my hot core to tease me.
I moan and reach for him but he grabs my hands, securing them above my head.
With the other hand he slips two fingers in, but it is not enough.
'Please...' I plead shamefully.
He smirks arrogantly and I regret my words.
He works his magic and I swear I see stars.
I explode into ecstasy, but Calvin isn't done, no he's just getting started.
He aligns his tip with my entrance.
I expect him to give me time to accommodate to his size, but no, he slams into me, pain spreading across me as my walls stretch, taking in his full length at once.
Our hips grind rhythmically, he pounds against me. This is no making love, there is no love, romance,
He hates me for my family, I hate him because he's him.
This... this is pure fucking... but I'm loving it.
He reaches for a point in me I've never felt before, I cry out in pleasure, wanting to let go.
'No,' he growls, my hands grab the duvet to control myself. He's torturing me.
He pounds harder, and I can't hold it in any longer, I finally let go and so does he, then falls on top of me.
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Silently we lay tangled next to each other, our bodies as naked as the day we were born, the only sound is our breaths evening out, a beautiful, unrhythmic mess of a breathing pattern, but one that brings enough peace for me to fall asleep.
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a/n: sorry for the delay, i've had a bad case of writers block. also i lowkey am not good at writing these scenes, solely due to my own awkwardness, but we move.
