dripping tension
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Dripping Tension
They weren't supposed to be seen.
Their nights were meant to stay secret-
Stolen moments. Hidden bruises. Silent moans behind locked doors.
But tonight, at a house party packed with people who'd never suspect a thing,
he sees her.
Across the room.
Eyes locked.
No words-just the memory of how she whimpered under him last night.
She's not supposed to be looking at him like that.
He's not supposed to want to take her right then and there.
But the ache is mutual... and the tension?
It's already dripping down her thighs.
No one knows they even talk.
But in this moment, they're about to do everything but talk.
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The door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the world. My back pressed against it before I had even taken a breath. His hands, warm and sure, slid to my waist, pulling me in like he had been holding himself back all day and had finally broken. The scent of him - faint cologne mixed with something darker, headier - wrapped around me. My fingers found his lapel, curling tight, grounding myself against the storm in his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmured, voice low and ragged, "how hard it was... not to touch you like this." His forehead rested against mine for a heartbeat, his breath brushing my lips, and then - the restraint snapped. His arms caged me in, pulling me flush against him, every inch of him radiating heat. My pulse tripped over itself as his thumb traced my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to hover over mine. Every second stretched, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. And then he kissed me - deep, urgent, the kind that leaves you dizzy, the kind that says you're mine without a single word.
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