𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 | 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪 𝔗. 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

Strokes of Lust. II (NSFW)

"Everybody else is gone." He whispered huskily to her ears. "I want you."

Visenya had never been dominated. All her life she's been determined to get her ways, and she won't be mounted by any men. But Will, Will had broken every walls in her, and she was most vulnerable in his arms.

William held her to the table, trapping himself between her legs. Visenya held the edge of the table, her desire tamed and defeated by the very man she swore never to be attracted to. With every kisses he left in her neck, she moans softly, and Will know he could not hold back any longer.

He stayed still for a second, listening to her light whimpers, she was grasping tightly to his shirt. So professional, he thought shamefully.

But for her, it's worth a thousand.

At once, he intended to kiss her, their first kiss, even after marriage.

She looked so sweet, that even a person like him could not resist her. William brought his lips to hers, until a knock, followed by a cheery voice interrupted them.

Damn you, Ronald Knox.