"Not happening." She shook her head, denying him maliciously.
"You and I are going to happen. Right there on that table, surrounded with these books."
"I'll fight you." She had to.
She can't have sex with this lumberjack of a man, he will wreck her for all. No man will come after this and he will leave her. She just knew it.
The man was a leather belt of a playboy. As he strolled to her, steps dripping with ruthless and soulless passion. He reached behind, easily removing his shirt.
Flesh of glinted muscles winked at her, temptingly. His body tall and lean, everything about him hollered of dark pleasure and wanton submission.
It's a demonic gift given to her, did she have the power to unwrap it?
He reached for her before she could escape. Thinking of no other move, her hand cupped his balls, squeezing it.
His chest heaved and pain and desire shocking into him. He bit his lip, his eyes staring daggers into her.
In a high note, he said. "Release me! Now!"
"Then, you will listen to me. I'm not having sex with you!"
His eyes turned silver, the lighting in his eyes crackled. "I need you so badly."
Her expression hardened trying not to weaken her resolve. "If you fuck me, it won't go down with a fight."
With a wild promise, he rumbled. "As long as I fuck you."
When he leaned in to kiss her, she pushed him away.
He tumbled back but he let her pass by in a quick sprint. His body hung in want. The idea of catching her was suddenly delighting him.
The hunt was an inclination. To possess her and feed her his cock. When he would catch her, he'll claim her. All to himself.
No man but himself for her. His dark thoughts pushed him, making him know his prize is getting away.
This game they were playing was addictive. So, he allowed her to dive into the aisles.
Hiding from Lucius wasn't easy. She wanted to get stupidly caught.
The reason of her temporary hesitancy was also partly because she was a virgin and she was scared. Books at times lie. They do, in the throes of passion.
What if she didn't feel the pulsating pleasure? The rich blood of toxic desire flowing in her veins was her matter of saying will she bleed badly when he takes her virginity?
Stupid questions, she knew the answers to but it was building up in her head and she didn't want reality to swipe away her one true shot at passion.
She tip toed her way and caught the platinum hair passing and she quickly hid from his view.
"I'll always find you, my Oreos. Always."
Heart racking away in her rib cage, she moves steadily into another dark aisle.
With the shelf digging in her back, she slides against it till she reached the other corner. Peeking around, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness...
She turned and immediately smacked into a naked chest. His arms snagging her up, he hoisted her up against the shelf.
"No where to hide." Deep and dark his voice breathed out, fanning over her face.
Mint washed over her, the tingling ringing.
She bit her lip, anger simmering at being caught. Palatable heat gliding inside her for relishing being in his hold. She contradicting herself in every turn.
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Not allowing her to speak, he slanted his mouth over her small growl. Finally I'm eating her sounds.
He deepened the kiss, coaxing his tongue inside her mouth.
With anger and irritation, they kissed in frenzy. Heightened emotions locking them and he pushed her harder against the shelf.
When he broke it, his eyes had the intent of every male pure promise in them.
He whispered against her lips. "Nothing comes between us."
Suddenly, she hated him. Hated him like fire and ice. Hated him so much that she began to fall into him. Drowning in Lucius's pool of desire. Where the depth is bottomless and you keep on falling and falling.
"Kiss me harder. Like you might die." He snarled at her, and she responded with traumatic intensity.
She was dying. Dying for his taste. Dying for his desire. Dying for this vexatious proclivity.
Tongues thrusting, his hands massaging her breasts through her shirt. They hit the shelf harder. Reiz welcomed the pain as she cups his own neck from the back, scratching it with her nails.
Books began to drop, with loud thuds.
Unbuttoning her small shirt, he unclasped her bra. Boobs jutting and nipples beading right in front of his eyes. He bent and snared a tip into his teeth and tugged it. Hard.
She whimpered and her hands went into his hair, crushing and threading her fingers into the strands.
He closed around her nipples, suckled them harder. His tongue hot as they lashed at her.
He pulled back, watching her reaction. Her face twisted in a saint like flush and her back arched up.
He nibbles and suckled her other nipple, while he fondled and jiggled her breasts. "These are mine. All mine."
Something was happening to Lucius. He was becoming into a shade of barbaric tribalism.
Reiz shouldn't say she liked it. Shouldn't say she craved it. Where was her stupid fight now?
She was such a weak fossil. When his hands slithered down her stomach, circling her navel. She sucked in a breath.
As if reading her mind, he rasped against one nipple. "I thought you were fighting me?"
Plucking the button of her jeans, he suckled her harder and biting the jewels with rapt attention.
She wanted to yell at him. Rail at him. He vexed her like no other.
He didn't smirk. He was dead serious. "Shoes."
With stubbornness, she still flicked and toed them off.
His hands tugged the jeans down and they were bunched down around her ankles. With two tugs, he threw her jeans over his shoulder.
Looking up, he kneeled.
Kneeling in front of her, it should have put her in a dominant position but yet she felt helpless and caught in his unwaveringly highly seductive command.
Spreading her legs wide, he inhaled her right there. Her cheeks embarrassed, she bites her lips. "Mercy."
Before he reaches the wet crotch of her panties. He said, "Not granted."
He pulled the panties down from her crotch with his teeth, purposely nicking her pussy lips as he took them off. They were discarded into a tiny little beige mess in the corner.
