Anders

Anders

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"For the last fucking time Anders, I'm not going to that stupid lunch outing ," she huffed as she threw the worn-out pen in irritation. Anders' eyes narrowed into slits, electric blues blazing with an unprecedented anger. How could she not see what this was doing to her? He edged closer to her like a determined predator stalking towards its prey. His expression was stoic and seething, a side of him she had never seen before. "Anders what are y-" she gasped as his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the study desk and simultaneously pushing the mountain of notes and textbooks on the floor without a care. His strong hands dropped to her hips as he pulled her body closer to the edge of the desk, standing in between her slightly parted legs and closing the little distance that was left between them. "Shut up Ana." He said the words in such a low, authoritative tone that it made her mouth snap shut immediately. "You need a distraction from all this. When was the last time you were able to take a break and just relax?" he questioned, tracing her hipbone in feather-light circles. The gesture was faint, his rough fingers barely coming into contact with the area of skin, yet she could sense the sinfully satisfying intentions that lay beneath his touch. They were entering uncharted territory. "I-I don't know..." she stammered out. Ana felt her face flush beet-red in embarrassment from both the question and position they were in. The carnal, aching heat pulsing from her lower regions only further intensified her flustered appearance. He drank in the rosy blush that spread across her olive skin, the way her perfect body responded to his larger one, the unmistakable flash of lust glazing her eyes. His eyes drooped to her plump pink lips as she drew the lower one between her teeth. "Ana, maybe...I could be your new stress reliever," he murmured as he dipped a finger into the band of her sweatpants. ______ contains mature content
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