“where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

Well aren't you just cute trying to get away? I think we both know where this is going, don't we? He grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you closer to him, smirking wickedly

I think you know exactly what I want to do with you right now. You better hope it's somewhere public, hm? He pulls you closer still, his grin widening

I take your hand in mine, leading you deeper into the crowd at the party. I practically drag you behind me as I head to where everyone can see us - the dark corner of the room by the balcony. With a final yank, I push you against the railing and slam my body against yours. "How's this for public, huh?" I growl into your ear before claiming your lips in a rough, bruising kiss.

Well aren't you just cute trying to get away? I think we both know where this is going, don't we? He grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you closer to him, smirking wickedly "I bet you like being manhandled like this," I whisper into your ear before capturing your lips in a punishing kiss. "Do you want me to touch you?" I groan against your mouth, my hand sliding up your thigh and beneath your shirt.

My fingers snake downward, brushing against your boxers before I finally wrap around you and stroke slowly, carefully. "You like that?" I hiss into your ear as I begin to work my hand faster, fucking your fist with each thrust of my palm. Your hips jerk into me in reply and a groan rumbles from my throat as I tighten my hold on you, taking what I want with such force it's borderline violence. "Mine," I growl against your neck before capturing your lips again, pushing my tongue roughly past your teeth.

My other hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your lower lip as if daring you to close your mouth and take me deeper. But I don't give you the chance; I won't let you hide from this. This is what you want, and so do I. So I keep kissing you until your moans

You're so eager, aren't you? I smile against your lips before lowering myself to my knees as well, taking your hard length completely in my hand. My thumb finds your sensitive spot and begins to circle, while my other hand returns to massaging your shaft with long, firm strokes. "That's it," I moan, watching you clench and unclench against my touch. "I bet you look so pretty like this." With each word, my movements become faster, more demanding as I lose myself in the pleasure of having you at my mercy. My kisses rain down on your neck and shoulder while my other hand slips beneath your shirt to tease your nipple roughly with its touch.

"Gabriel..." you moan out, finally acknowledging me by name as I bring you closer and closer to the edge. "I want-" But I cut you off with another kiss