He moved between my legs, pinning me down against the cushions as he leaned over me, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel the heat of his body against mine and the coiled energy in his muscles as he held himself above me, every inch of him taut with tension.

My breath caught in my throat, my body responding to his proximity instinctively. My heart was pounding in my chest, my skin thrumming with need. I reached up to touch him, my fingers tracing his jawline, feeling the faint stubble beneath my fingertips.

He leaned into my touch, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "You're mine, Avery," he said, his voice low and possessive. He shifted his bodyweight, pressing himself closer to me, his hips aligned with mine.

His words were like a spark of electricity, igniting the fire already burning inside me. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of him against me. My hands roamed over his shoulders, down his arms, feeling the coiled power beneath the dark tattooed skin.

Tee growled, his self-control fraying as I moved against him. He buried his face in my neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin there. He nipped and sucked at my pulse point, his hands roaming down my body, igniting flames everywhere they touched.

I gasped, arching my head back to give him better access to my throat. I was losing myself to the onslaught of sensations, my mind going hazy with desire. I dug my nails into his back, desperate for more, my body yearning for the release only he could give me.

Tee responded to my touch, his body shuddering against mine. He lifted his head from my neck, his lips finding their way to mine in a heated kiss. It was rough, frenzied, a clash of teeth and tongues that sent sparks shooting through me.

I matched his intensity, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough. I nipped at his bottom lip, my body writhing beneath his.

He growled into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he took control of the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, his entire body pinning me to the couch, holding me captive in the most delicious way.

He broke the kiss suddenly, pulling back with a ragged gasp. His eyes were dark, his breathing heavy. "God, princess," he muttered, his voice hoarse with lust. "You drive me crazy."

I panted, my chest heaving with each breath. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, the ache of my desire undeniable. "Then stop holding back," I replied, my voice breathy and shaky. "Give me more, Tee."

His eyes darkened further at my words, his restraint seemingly snapping. In one swift motion, he pulled me up into a sitting position on the couch, then pushed me back against the cushions. His hands moved to the hem of my dress, tugging it up and over my head, discarding it somewhere in a dark corner of the hotel room.

I was left in nothing but my bra and panties, the cool air of the room making me shiver. But the way Tee was looking at me, like a man starved, made me feel anything but cold.

He took in the sight of me, his gaze raking over my body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His hands followed, running over my bare skin, caressing every curve, every dip. "You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmured, his voice reverent.

I arched into his touch, the words making my heart skip a beat. I reached up, my hands finding the edge of his t-shirt. I tugged at it, desperate for more contact. "Take this off," I ordered, my voice laced with need.

Tee complied, without hesitation. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted expanse of muscles. I let my eyes take in the sight, tracing over the defined abs, the broad shoulders, the intricate tattoos that covered his arms. I reached out to touch him, my fingers trailing over the hard planes of his chest.

He let out a shuddering breath as my fingers explored his skin. His hands were on me again, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra. In one swift motion, he undid it, letting it fall away. Then, his hands were on my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing across my nipples, I gasped, arching my back as waves of pleasure rolled through me. His touch was electric, his skin against mine like flint against stone, sparking a fire deep in my core. I reached for him, my hands curling around the back of his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me.

He went willingly, his body molding against mine, his weight pressing me into the cushions of the couch. I could feel his hardness against me, a delicious friction that made me want more, need more. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my body yearning to be closer still.

His lips found my neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, making me squirm. His hands were everywhere, groping and gripping, leaving no part of me untouched. It was as if he was trying to memorize me by touch alone, his fingertips tracing paths only he could understand.

I ran my hands over his back, relishing the feel of his warm skin, the flex of his muscles under my palms. I nipped at his ear, my breath ragged in his ear, my voice a needy whisper. "Tee, please," I panted, my body trembling with desire. "I need you. Now."

He groaned at my words, the sound guttural and raw. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine, a feral glint in their depths. "Beg for it, princess," he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp.

I trembled at the demand, my body responding to his authoritative tone. I took a shaky breath, my voice a shaky plea. "Please, Tee," I panted. "I need you to touch me, to fill me. I need to feel you inside of me. I'm aching for it. Please."

His eyes darkened further at my words, his grip on me tightening. "That's a good girl," he rumbled, his voice ragged with lust. "But you can do better than that."

I flushed at his words, my body tingling with anticipation. I tilted my head back, baring my throat to him, my voice a desperate plea. "Tee, please," I begged, my voice wavering. "I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want, just please, touch me. Now. I can't bear it any longer."

He grumbled, clearly enjoying the power he held over me. "Anything?" he echoed, a dark grin on his lips. "Is that a promise, princess?" I nodded, unable to speak, my heart racing in my chest. I would have promised him anything in that moment, anything to sated this burning need he had awoken in me. "Yes," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Anything."

He didn't say another word. Instead, he claimed my lips in a rough, possessive kiss. He shifted his weight, his hands gripping my hips, positioning himself between my thighs. I could feel the hard length of him, the only barrier between us being a thin layer of fabric.

I gasped, my heart racing in my chest as my hand found its way into his pants. I could feel him, hot and hard, straining against the fabric. His body shuddered at the feel of my touch, his lips breaking off the kiss, a guttural moan escaping from him. His hands were back on me, gripping my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he was afraid I might disappear. "Damn it, princess," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're playing with fire."

I smiled, feeling a rush of power. I was able to affect him as much as he affected me. It was a thrilling, heady feeling. I gave him a slight squeeze, feeling his body respond immediately. He let out another moan, his hips rocking into my touch. His eyes were darkened by desire, his gaze fixated on my face. "Careful," he warned, his voice low. "I won't be gentle."

I arched a brow, my hand stilling inside his pants. "And if I don't want you to be gentle?" I countered, my voice a soft challenge. His eyes flashed, his expression darkening further. "Then you shouldn't look so damn innocent when you're clearly being so damn freaky," he growled, his hands pulling my hand out of his pants.

He pulled away only long enough to rid himself of his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. He then grabbed both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, holding me captive. I gasped, a thrill running through me at the dominant gesture.

His hand moved down, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties, his touch sending sparks through my body. I squirmed beneath him, every nerve ending on fire. He tugged at the fabric, freeing me of my underwear, tossing them aside.

He positioned himself between my legs, my thighs resting on his hips. His hands remained wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place. His body was taut above me, his muscles flexing with tension.

He didn't hesitate, didn't ask for permission. I was already more than willing, my body desperate for release. He surged forward, his hips rocking into me in one smooth motion.

I gasped, my back arching as he filled me completely. It was a delicious, dizzying sensation, his body hot and hard against mine. I tilted my head back, a moan escaping my lips.

He grunted, his grip tightening on my wrists, his body already moving against mine. "You feel so damn good," he growled, his voice thick.

I couldn't respond, words were beyond me. All I could do was feel, my body consumed by the sensations he was evoking in me. I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for more, for everything he could give me.

My mind was a haze of pleasure and need, my heart racing in my chest. I struggled against his grip on my wrists, wanting to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin under my fingers. But he wouldn't release me, his hold on me firm, his eyes flashing with a dangerous edge.

"Ah ah," he warned, a smirk on his lips. "Not yet, princess. You begged me to touch you. I never said anything about you touching me."

His pace was relentless, his body slamming into mine, drawing moans from deep within my chest. I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, my body burning with heat and desire. "Please," I pleaded, the word torn from my lips.

The moment my hand was free, I reached for him, my fingers tracing over the rippling muscles of his back, my nails digging into his flesh.

He hissed, his skin breaking under my nails, the scent of blood filling the air. But he didn't stop, if anything, it seemed to fuel him, his movements becoming rougher, more frenzied.

"Such a naughty girl," he panted, his voice hoarse. "You like marking me up, don't you? Leaving your mark on me for everyone to see."

I couldn't answer, words were beyond me at this point. My mind was lost in a sea of pleasure and pain, the line between the two becoming increasingly blurred. I dug my nails deeper into his skin, leaving behind another set of livid scratches.

I was on the edge, my body taut, my breath hitching in my throat. Each thrust of his hips pushed me closer to the brink, my senses overwhelmed by everything he was making me feel. "Tee," I managed to gasp, my voice a ragged plea.

"Please, I'm so close...don't stop." "I've got you, princess," he rasped, his own breathing ragged. "I'm not stopping until you scream my name."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a flash of heat shooting through me. I was so close, just teetering on the edge, my body quivering with unreleased tension. I writhed beneath him, desperate for that final push over the edge.

His hand came up, gripping my chin, his thumb resting on my lower lip. "Look at me, princess," he ordered, his voice firm.

My eyes fluttered open, focusing on his face. It was tight with pleasure, his eyes dark, a bead of sweat running down his temple.

"I want to see your face when you come undone under me," he murmurs, his thumb pressing against my lips. "Don't look away, I want to see it all."

The intensity in his eyes was almost too much to bear, my body quivering with anticipation. I nodded, my breaths coming out in small gasps. "Please," I managed to whisper, my voice a pleading whimper.

His thumb pressed against my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. I parted them willingly, my tongue darting out to taste his skin, salty from the sweat on his fingers.

The sensations were suddenly too much. His body moving against mine, his thumb in my mouth, the intensity of his gaze fixed on my face.

My body convulsed, a shockwave of pleasure rippling through me, a cry catching in my throat. My body went rigid, my back arching, my eyes locked on his face.

He watched as I came undone, a shudder running through him. A small smile curled on his lips, a satisfied look in his eyes.

His pace didn't slow, his movements growing frantic, his breath coming in rough gasps. He was close, I could feel it in the tenseness of his body, in the harsh breaths he was struggling to control. "I'm-" he grunted, his voice tight. "I'm gonna-"

I nodded, my body still buzzing from my own release. "Do it," I whispered, my voice ragged. "I want to feel you come undone."

My words seemed to be the final push, his body convulsing, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering against mine. In that moment, he was completely exposed, vulnerable, and I would never forget the beauty of seeing him like this.

He stayed there for a moment, his body pressing me into the couch, both of us gasping for breath. Then, he slowly pushed himself up, his gaze roaming over my face, a look of satiated contentment in his eyes.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice raspy and hoarse. "Why didn't you want me to pull out?" He asked, his gaze searching my face.

I felt my cheeks heat, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. "I-I don't know," I stuttered, my voice small. "I just... didn't want you to." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. "You just didn't want me to, huh?" He echoed, his tone laced with disbelief.

I flushed deeper, my cheeks on fire. "Shut up," I muttered, my voice sounding petulant even to my own ears. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Such a brat," he murmured affectionately.

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@user1: lmao i knew it

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@user2: she stole my mannn 😫

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