Frail hearted
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Última publicación mié, jul 27, 2022
This is it. This is the moment I have been wai- "Don't think about anything. Just feel the touch of my fingers." Brayden breathed slowly into my ear, and I listened to him.
I stopped thinking about anything and everything else. All I could focus on, was him.. It's all I could ever focus on since the moment I saw him.. let alone hear his voice.
"You're doing it again, Hazel." His grip around my back tightened; not painfully.. but enough to lose my train of thought, again.
"I-I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
I looked up into his eyes as he laid me back. He started tracing his fingers from the center of my back, across the bare of my hips, towards the center of my torso.
I started to quiver, knowing I was about to start dripping from my panties.
"Baby, this isn't your first time, is it?" Brayden unsuctioned his mouth from my neck to meet my gaze. He looked genuinely curious as he studied my face. His eyes traced along my imperfect face, and then he cracked a smile and a low chuckle.
"It is, but I want this. I've wanted this since I saw you. I've craved this." I wrapped both of my hands around the nape of his neck and pushed him towards my lips. My fingers were exploring ever so softly with his chocolate brown hair, that was as smooth as milk chocolate itself. His tongue pushed through the surface that my lips enclosed, and our tongues met once more. Our tongues danced and mine were silently screaming to taste him again, to be implored by him.
"I will gladly be your first, as long as I am your last, Miss Hazel Michaels." He whispered between our lips, and it was all I ever could want.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.Concluida
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His eyes, they looked more beautiful than any I've ever seen. The sparkle in them showed the vulnerability that was eating at him. The eruption its evoking. I've seen people look at me with almost the same emotion but not his. He reaffirmed his wrapped arm around me with a tight grip. "You're my weakness, Hazel. You've possessed my every inch..every part of me wants to submit to you, Hazel, I want to-" he said hoarsely, as if the tight hold on me wasn't enough, he used his other hand to remove the strand of my hair from my face and tagged it at the back of my ears. I gulped and my eyes shut as if their eternal thirst is being quenched. I was suddenly enveloped by a flick of the memories I wanted to keep buried. Dave and I "Don't you get it?...Don't you fucking get Everly?" he raised his voice, his eyes look scary and intimidating while his finger pointed to me "Every man loves you, they all want you. Whoever gets you have to worship you because, he doesn't wanna to loose you. Thats when he has to do all that you say, all you want, just to please you, but you know what?-" his evil grin appeared from nowhere, "-I'm never gonna do that." "You never get anything for me on any special day, not even my birthday and you're talking about doing things to please me?" I'd snapped back. "Of course, I don't-and I won't because I don't want you to be my weakness. I don't want you to be my fucking Weakness, my damn weakness, Everly. I. do. not. need. that-" He'd literally spelt his last words while pointing his shaky finger towards me with dreadful look in his eyes. "-I can't please you.I have alot going on. A CEO of a huge company like me doesn't need a weakness like you. You have to submit to me anyhow.-" He had said with a calm dead serious tone.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.
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