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Ella’s POV
I swallowed hard, my body trembling not just from the cold, but from the anticipation that hung heavy in the air. Keith’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me back against him, and I could feel the raw power in his touch.
Despite my initial fears, there was a part of me that didn’t want to turn back. A part of me that wanted to see where this would lead, to lose myself in this moment and forget everything else.
Keith seemed to sense my body language, and he turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. When he found none, his lips curved into a small, satisfied smile.
“Good,” he murmured, lowering his head until his lips were just a breath away from mine.
“Let’s see what happens next.”
His lips drew closer to mine, and when they touched, it was pure bliss. His breath had a blend of expensive red wine and almonds, and mine, strawberry cake. His hands began to walk around my body.
His touch was hot and demanding, setting my skin ablaze. I could feel the raw power in his movements, a primal hunger that was terrifying,
but made me crave more.
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His lips trailed down my neck, I found myself struggling to catch my breath. Keith was nothing like Dorian. Dorian had always been more interested in pleasuring himself than me anytime we were intimate. He focused more on his satisfaction than my desires and it made sex displeasing.
But Keith was the opposite, every move he made was aimed towards my satisfaction. His desire was fierce, his scent filling my senses with a mix of something earthy and masculine that made me feel strangely at
ease.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I knew what I wanted–I wanted him to make love to me.
Keith’s lips moved closer to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, “You’re mine.”
The words made every hair on my body stand up, and before I could react, I felt his teeth sink into my neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark. The sensation was strange, almost foreign, but it ignited something deep within me.
I should have been scared or at least concerned, but instead, I found myself leaning into him, my body craving more of his aggressive touch.
A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he continued his assault on my senses. I felt myself being swept away by the intensity of it all, losing myself in the pleasure that his touch brought. Enough of the foreplay, I grabbed his cock, and gasped at the feel of it; desirable.
“You run too fast, pretty,” He said, stopping me in my tracks. He took
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my hands off his bulge and held them up tightly, and continued kissing me. Then, in split seconds, he pushed me to lay back on the bed, and slowly but stylishly he began to take off my dress. The touch of his hand was warm and it gave me a tremendous feeling of passion and fun. Soon I was left with nothing but my pink lace pant.
Keith stopped and stirred at me, then his lips curled into a smile, “A lover of bright things I see. The pink color looks good on you” he said kissing my belly button. I felt shy and awkward at the same time but he took off my pants and kissed it before tossing it on the bed.
His tongue slides into the lips of my pussy and swirls. Creating a delicious feeling that has me reaching out to curl my fingers into his hair roughly. My body feels hot all over as he pushes his tongue into my core, fucking me with his tongue. I gasped as his right hand rubbed my nipple, making me shiver.
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. It was loud and raw, filled with a need that I hadn’t even realised was there. It was as if all the anger, frustration, and hurt I had been carrying since Dorian’s betrayal were being released at this moment.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but it was quickly drowned out by the pleasure that Keith’s touch brought.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at me. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough and breathless.
I reached out for his head, and pulled him back in. I wanted to forget everything, to lose myself in this moment and never look back.
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Keith’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall. The roughness of his touch made my head spin, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of his body against mine, the way he made me feel alive again.
My remaining clothes quickly became a forgotten pile on the floor as Keith continued his relentless assault on my senses. His eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself at the doors of my opening. He teased me, rubbing his cock over. I was wet and ready and when he entered, I felt my breath catch.
His every thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through me, the walls of my coochie tightening against his cock. I could feel the power in his movements, the way he seemed to know exactly how to hit.
The room seemed to spin around us, the world outside fading away as we lost ourselves in each other. The only sounds were the heavy breaths and moans that filled the air. He was hitting hard and right at the same time, getting me closer to orgasm as I scratched and hugged him passionately.
He was nearing too; his loud heaves obviously alongside a change of pace. I noticed something strange too. Keith’s eyes, which had been a dark, intense brown, seemed to shift, the colour changing to a vibrant, almost unnatural shade of gold. For a moment, I thought I was imagining it, but the sight only heightened the pleasure coursing through me.
My juices were already spilling, warm as they flowed from his cock unto my laps. “Don’t stop,” I begged at the brink of my highest pleasure
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A final and powerful thrust from Keith sent me spiralling over the edge, my entire body shuddering with the force of my climax. I cried out, the sound raw and uninhibited, the shame from earlier completely forgotten. He jerked a couple of times too, pouring all of his inside with a satisfied groan.
The last waves of pleasure washed over me as we kissed, biting and chewing on each other’s lips. Then, Keith retreated, taking my arms in his, leading me to the bed. We both fell without a care, Keith
collapsing beside me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The silence was blissful, the only sound was the rapid beating of our hearts and a bedside clock ticking.
But the peace was short–lived.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound cutting through the quiet like a knife. I reached for it, my hand still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.
When I saw the name on the screen, I froze. It was Dorian.
