Passion scorched Courtney, wrists still secured behind her back as Shayne escorted her to his bedroom. Constricting pressure neared the cusp of distress, fueling her already pulsating core. Hot, moisture-laden breath condensing on her neck thrilled, rocketing her hunger tenfold. This blazing desire countered the uncertainty that corrupted her brain, a week's accumulation of anxieties that resided just beneath the surface.
You're breaking up with me. I crossed that bridge, and now you're breaking up with me.
Worries over yesterday outlasted Courtney's slumber, spinning into paranoia that gave way to guilt. Any and all displays of commitment distorted into misshapen recollections that kindled a fear of abandonment. Its flames raged against her lust. A destructive conflagration that passion smothered, the tips of guilt's flickering wisps just peeking through. They goaded Courtney to provoke, searching for the reaction delusions told her she deserved. Aiming to push her now worthless self away.
"Say toaster, and this stops, got it?" Shayne broke the silence, his melodic sonority brimming with adoration. It softened her fortitude, slipping past lust-clouded goggles to strain through a guilt-woven filter. Misconstrued kindness tampered her flames.
Stop placating me. I don't deserve it, not anymore.
"Isn't that supposed to be my line, Bunny Bear?" Courtney quipped.
"What did you just call me?" Harshness punctuated Shayne's question. A powerful jerk to her wrists tripped Courtney's feet, halting her just before crossing the threshold. His dominance stoked Courtney's flame, melting her need until it pooled between legs. A guilt-free moment and she craved more.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Wrong answer." Shayne jammed gathered wrists into Courtney until her back arched, and her head landed on his shoulder. The tender love that swirled through miscolored-blue enthralled, polishing the harsh edges of frustration tinting his brow. "Now, what did you just call me?"
"Bunny Bear?" Courtney taunted, a giggle escaping her pout. "Bear Bunny just sounds weird."
"You think you're cute, don't you?" Playfulness torched Shayne's otherwise caustic timbre as he pushed Courtney towards the bed. "Think you can put on that little pout of yours and get away with anything?" A sharp yelp split her lips as Shayne spanked her. Hard enough to send spikes of pain rippling through muscle. Hard enough to sting. Knees buckled, a wanton mewl escaping as slickness trickled.
"Again." Courtney backed into his hand, now kneading the burning sensation away. Disappointment responded as gentle massaging persisted.
"If I give you this, will you listen?" A firm squeeze teased, spirals dipping in to scorch her core before releasing Courtney upon reaching the bed.
"What's there to listen to? That I'm not good enough for you? That I'm not enough? That I-"
Shayne shoved her onto the mattress, catching her before she crash-landed on her face. Palms scorching her hips wrenched Courtney into a kneeling position before callouses yanked her wrists behind her once again. The angle pitched her forward until torsion infiltrated bone. A dull ache that purring biceps lessened as they stretched. Lust contaminated whimpers emptied from her throat.
"That doesn't answer my question, Angel." A harsh chuckle rasped her skin as Shayne exchanged her wrists for her chin, towing her upright to dangle a scarf in her face. "Because I'm sick of the bullshit, Courtney. I'm sick of you believing you don't deserve me. Sick of your deflection. You know, I still trust you, but I don't think you trust yourself anymore. So tell me, will you listen if I give you this?" He wiggled the scarf.
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Ficção Científica[Removed for Rewriting; See Author's Note] Two best friends are thrust into a relationship after traveling to a parallel universe where they witness how perfect they could be through the eyes of their hot-and-heavy counterparts. However, they've jus...
