Fragile
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"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?"
He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.
Allure
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