Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

*Taylor didn't try to stop you when you pushed past him and entered his home. Instead he closed the door behind you before slowly following you into the living room where you quickly headed towards the kitchen. He paused for a moment, watching you from afar as you searched for alcohol and brought out a bottle of vodka, taking big gulps from it as if your life depended on it. The move didn't surprise him; you were well known for being quite the drinker yourself. It was one of the many things he found annoying about you.

As you stood there, chugging down the vodka like it was water, Taylor couldn't help but feel a small twinge of concern for you. He didn't particularly care what had happened between your ex and you, but seeing you so upset and vulnerable right now was kinda... disturbing. But if he showed any sort of weakness or pity towards you, that would only give you more ammunition to use against him later on. So instead, he decided to be as sarcastic and dismissive as possible in his response.

Taking the vodka bottle with one hand, he examined it briefly before shooting you a glare. "What do I look like? A fucking alcoholic?" he asked sardonically, not bothering to hide his disdain for your offering. He didn't care if you thought you were being nice or whatnot; to him, it was just another way for you to try and control the situation by making him more vulnerable. But Taylor wasn't about to let that happen. Instead of drinking any of it, he set the bottle down on a nearby table, leaving it where everyone could see but not quite within easy reach.

"You know," he said as he continued to study you from his spot across the room, "I don't really give a shit why your loser boyfriend dumped your ass or whatever happened out there tonight. But if you think coming here and playing your little helpless act is going to earn you any sympathy or make me change my mind about anything..." He trailed off, raising his eyebrows challengingly as he left the rest of his sentence hanging in the air. "You're welcome to keep trying," he added sarcastically before resuming his earlier inspection of your body with renewed vigor.

The tension between you seemed palpable as you stood there, neither one of you willing - or perhaps unable - to back down from this standoff. Your eyes locked in a silent battle that felt more intimate than any physical contact could ever be; beneath the surface layer of anger and resentment lay an undercurrent of sexual tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

Taylor's eyes narrowed in annoyance as you forcefully brought the bottle to his lips, but he didn't resist when your fingers wrapped around his head, pressing the opening of the vodka bottle against them. He could feel the cold metal against his skin and tasted the familiar burn of alcohol as it flowed down his throat; the sensation wasn't unpleasant exactly, but he didn't like being bullied into doing anything, least of all by someone like you.

As he swallowed the harsh liquid, Taylor made a face and coughed a little before finally meeting your gaze again. "Thanks," he croaked hoarsely as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was no hint of gratitude or apology in his voice; instead, it sounded more like an acknowledgement that you had forced him to do something against his will. Which was exactly what he knew you wanted.

"Don't mention it," you muttered sarcastically, setting the bottle down on a nearby table. The tension between the two of you remained palpable as you continued to stare each other down across the room, neither one of you willing - or perhaps able - to break away from this twisted game of dominance and submission that had become their sick little version of normalcy.

Despite himself, Taylor felt a small surge of triumph when you finally admitted that your ex-boyfriend was nothing but an ugly and rude piece of shit. It made him wonder why someone like you had ever been with him in the first place, but then again... maybe it was just because he's an asshole too. He wasn't about to say that out loud though; instead, he kept his expression carefully neutral as he continued to watch your every move.

"Yeah," he drawled slowly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he studied you. "He was always a pretty big piece of shit." Taylor paused for a moment, debating whether or not to say more about the situation. On one hand, he didn't want to make things easier for you by giving you any encouragement or sympathy; on the other... well, there was something kind of appealing about seeing you like this, all vulnerable and embarrassed. It made him feel like he had some kind of power over you.

"But hey," he continued with a shrug that barely moved his shoulders, "you're not completely out of luck yet." The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile as he took another step closer to where you were standing by the table. "There's always someone worse out there..."

Taylor raised an eyebrow at your words as he slowly circled around you, never taking his eyes off your face. "You haven't broken up with him yet? And why would that make things worse?" He shrugged casually and took another step closer, invading your personal space without even seeming to realize it. "I mean, it's not like there's some special rule that says you have to break up with someone before moving on or something."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. There was something about the way you were standing there, so close but still seemingly untouchable, that made him want to push your buttons just to see what would happen. "Maybe if you did break up with him," he continued in that same taunting tone of voice, "you could find someone better."

His words hung in the air for a moment as their eyes met again; beneath the surface tension and hostility, there was an undercurrent of desire and attraction that neither one of them could deny. The thought of taking what had been yours for so long and making it his own... It sent a shiver down Taylor's spine. Maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right...

Taylor narrowed his eyes at you as you spoke, seemingly unimpressed with your explanation about not having officially broken up with your ex-boyfriend yet. "Cheating's cheating," he muttered under his breath before shrugging again and taking another step closer, invading your personal space even further. "I guess some people just aren't cut out for relationships or whatever."

The heat from his body was beginning to make you feel uncomfortable now as he continued to circle around you, but at the same time, there was something... arousing about it. Maybe it was the way he smirked when he spoke or the possessive way he looked at you, like he could see right through your clothes and straight to your skin. You couldn't deny that there was an undercurrent of desire between the two of you, even after all these years of hating each other.

"So," Taylor said with a small laugh as he finally came to a stop directly in front of you, their bodies mere inches apart, "what are you going to do about it?" His voice was low and husky now, almost throaty with desire as he stared deeply into your eyes. For once, there was no malice or hostility in his gaze; only raw, primal lust.

Your breath caught in your throat as their bodies pressed against each other, feeling the heat from his skin and the strength of his muscles beneath his clothes. You could smell his scent - soap, sweat, and something else entirely male - and it was intoxicating. A thrill ran through you at the thought that maybe, just maybe... this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Taylor froze when you straddled his lap, the sudden contact between your legs and his crotch sending shockwaves of desire through him. His eyes widened briefly before narrowing into slits as he looked down at you with an expression that could only be described as predatory. The move didn't surprise him; it was typical Lillia, always trying to take control and push boundaries where they shouldn't be pushed. But tonight... maybe there was something different about the way she was acting, some newfound courage or desperation driving her actions.

His hands gripped your hips possessively as he looked up into your eyes, his breath coming out in hot little gasps against your skin. "Is that so?" he growled softly, the husky timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "And what makes you think I'd want to share you with someone else?" His words were laced with an undercurrent of jealousy and possessiveness, dark emotions barely restrained beneath the surface of his cool, sarcastic demeanor.

Slowly, he leaned in closer until their faces were mere inches apart; with each ragged breath, the heat from his lips teased your skin as he studied you intently, searching for some sign of weakness or fear. But all he found was determination and... desire. Desire to have you, claim you, make you his.

"You wanna play those games?" he whispered harshly, his voice rough with untapped passion. "Fine. Let's see where it gets us." With that, he reached up and roughly cupped your face in one hand, the calluses on his palm scraping against your skin as he angled your head slightly to the side, exposing your neck for

Taylor stared into your eyes for a long moment before finally speaking. His voice was rough and low as he nodded in agreement to your proposal. "Alright," he said slowly, reluctantly surrendering to the unspoken desire between them. "But only tonight." He paused, his gaze burning into yours. "And just so we're clear... after tonight, it goes back to how it was before. You understand that?"

His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, slowly sliding upwards until they cupped your ass beneath the tight fabric of your shirt and shorts. With a growl of frustration at his own self-imposed restraint, he ground his pelvis against yours, feeling the evidence of his arousal press against your core.

"Do you understand me?" he demanded, needing to hear you say it before he could give in any further. He leaned down slightly so their faces were barely an inch apart, breathing warm air across your skin as he waited for an answer.

Your heart raced and desire coursed through you like fire as his hands squeezed your ass possessively, his body grinding against yours in time with his harsh breaths. The question hung between them, unanswered, the anticipation building with every second that passed.

Taylor growled deeply in his throat at your mocking tone before roughly capturing your lips with his own. His tongue forcefully invaded your mouth as he slid his hands down to your thighs, gripping them tightly and pulling you closer still. One of his legs slid between yours, pressing against the damp heat that had begun to pool between your thighs even through the layers of clothing separating you.

The kiss was rough and possessive, claiming what he wanted without any pretense or politeness. His hands roamed freely over your body now, grabbing at your shirt, tugging it upwards until his thumbs were roughly massaging your nipples through the fabric of your bra. He growled into the kiss as you moaned beneath him, arching your back and pressing yourself even more firmly against his hand.

The heat between them continued to rise as they grind against each other in a primitive dance of lust and desire. Taylor's heart raced with the knowledge that this was forbidden fruit; it made everything that much sweeter, that much hotter. As if he couldn't stand the feeling of his clothes separating them any longer, he reached down with one hand to tug at your shorts, pushing them over your hips until they fall to the floor in a tangled heap around your ankles.

Finally free from their confines, he grabbed your ass roughly and lifted you up slightly so that you're sitting on his lap, facing him, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hard length grinds against your soaking wet folds through the fabric of their underwear. His lips move back to your neck now, sucking at your skin hungrily as his hands move up to grip your breasts roughly, squeezing and kne

With each grinding motion against your most intimate parts, he can feel the desperation building inside you as much as it is within himself. He wants nothing more than to taste every inch of your skin, feel the heat of your body wrapped around his own. Bed would only intensify these sensations, allowing him to lose control completely.

Taylor doesn't bother replying; he knows that words aren't necessary between them. Instead, he lifts you off the floor and carries you through the house, his long strides eating up the distance until they reach his bedroom door. With a savage yank, it flies open, revealing his unmade bed in all its rumpled glory. He kicks the door shut behind them before roughly setting you down on the edge of the mattress and dropping to his knees between your spread legs.

His eyes roam over every inch of your exposed body as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them aside and tossing them aside before taking in your bare, glistening folds with greedy eyes. You're so wet for him already, aching to be filled. He runs a rough hand through his hair as he stares down at you, struggling against the urge to take what is rightfully his. But tonight...tonight he can give in.

With one final glance up at your face, he lowers himself until his mouth is mere inches from your center. The heat of his breath caresses your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine as he finally, finally claims you for his own. His tongue slides out to circle your clit before delving deeper, flicking against the tiny bundle of nerves before sucking on it hungrily. You cry out, arching your back off the bed and

Taylor growls deep in his throat at the feel of your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer to you. The rough sound vibrates against your sensitive flesh as he continues to feast on you with relentless determination, sucking and licking and nipping until it feels like every nerve ending in your body is alight with pleasure. He can feel the tension coiling tightly inside of you, building higher and higher with each pass of his tongue against your clit.

He takes a moment to break away from your panting body, lifting his head and watching as you gasp for air. The look on your face is a mix of shock and relief, lust and desire twisting your features into something so beautifully savage that it takes his breath away. "You like that?" he asks roughly, voice rough with arousal.

Without waiting for an answer, he reaches down to palm you through your folds once more, gently spreading the slickness around his fingers as he massages and teases your entrance, searching for any sign of resistance or tightness that needs loosening before taking you deeper. Your hips buck against his hand, and a moan rises unbidden from the depths of your throat. You're so ready for him already...and he can't wait another second longer.

Crawling up your body on shaking arms, he captures your lips in a punishing kiss as one hand slides between our bodies, pushing two fingers inside you in smooth, even strokes while the other grips your breast roughly, squeezing and massaging the hardened nipple. His tongue tangles with yours as his movements grow more urgent, the need to feel you around him consuming him completely. He groans against your mouth as he feels

As your hips move against his hand in unrestrained abandon, he growls low in his throat and pushes deeper into you, feeling the heat of your body wrapping around him like a vice. His free hand grips your hair tightly, holding your head still as his tongue tangles with yours once more, their battle for dominance never-ending despite the circumstances. He thrusts his fingers inside you in time with his tongue, relishing the feel of your muscles clenching and releasing around him, milking his fingers in a primal need for release.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as he pins you down, his body pressed firmly against yours from chest to thigh. Your moans fuel his lust, driving him further and further over the edge as he continues to claim you in every way possible. His fingers curl inside you, seeking that spot deep within that will make you scream for him, calling his name as your body shudders with ecstasy around him.

His other hand finally frees itself from your breast long enough to reach down between your bodies once more, where he grips himself roughly through his boxers. With a harsh groan, he thrusts his hand forward, guiding himself toward the entrance of your body, slowly but surely pushing past your slick folds and into your heat. You feel impossibly tight around him as he begins to move in earnest, his hips slamming against you with each powerful stroke that takes him deeper inside you.

His mouth leaves yours only long enough to curse your name and swear how good it feels before claiming it once more. His thrusts become faster and wilder, his movements jerky and unrestrained as he fights to control the oncoming orgasm that threatens to consume him whole. Your gas

The feel of your nails scraping across his skin as you dig into his back with them only serves to heighten the sensation of being buried so deeply inside you. He growls and moans with every thrust, helpless against the force of lust that has consumed him, driven by a need to feel you trembling beneath him as you come apart in his arms. His hips piston furiously against yours, relentless in their quest for release even as he fights to keep control enough to last another few moments. The tension coiling tightly inside of him feels like it's going to snap at any second, leaving him gasping and trembling on the edge.

His tongue finally finds freedom from your lips, traveling down your jaw and neck until he can breathe hot air against your skin where your pulse throbs rapidly beneath. He circles that spot with his tongue, teasing you mercilessly as he draws out every last drop of pleasure before finally sucking hard enough to make you cry out in ecstasy. Your body arches off the bed at the same moment his releases, groaning as hot cum spurts deep inside you while your muscles clamp down around him, squeezing and massaging until he's spent.

Panting heavily, he finally pulls out of you, leaving both of you gasping for breath on the bed. He rolls to the side, propped up on one elbow as he looks down at you, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "Well...," he starts, eyes flickering over your body before meeting yours again, "that was fun." It's a statement meant to sound casual, but it comes out more like a question as he tries to gauge the look in your eyes, trying to determine how much of

Taylor's lips curve into a smirk at your words as he pushes himself back up onto his elbows. "Oh really?" he asks playfully, the challenge in his voice unmistakable. He leans down to capture your lips with his own once more, his tongue dueling against yours as they kiss hungrily, their bodies still slick with sweat and each other's juices.

As he pulls back from the kiss, one hand reaches up to tangle in your hair while the other grasps at the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down over his hips to the floor. He kicks them aside, revealing his hard length once more, already growing tent-like with desire despite having just finished cumming inside you. His gaze trails down from your face to where his cock stands at attention before returning to meet your eyes, a predatory glint lighting up those blue irises.

"You wanna play some more?" he breathes huskily, reaching down between us and gripping himself in his fist, slowly beginning to stroke himself as he watches you for any sign of hesitation or fear. The look on your face only seems to embolden him further; there's something about knowing he still has power over you even after everything that's happened tonight that gets under his skin and drives him wild with lust. "Tell me what you want," he demands, thrusting himself in time with each word, the motion causing a bead of precum to well at the tip. "Tell me how bad you want it."

The look on your face tells him everything he needs to know. You're already wet and aching for him again; the need is practically pouring off you in waves. He grins with savage satisfaction, his hand moving faster as he watches your eyes grow dark with desire, focusing only on his touch. With each thrust of his hips and stroke of his hand, he feels himself growing harder, the edge of control slipping further away.

"Tell me," he breathes roughly against your lips, their words almost indistinguishable as they grind together hungrily, "what would you do for this?" He leans down, pressing the length of his cock against your entrance, teasing and taunting with every shallow thrust. You arch off the bed in response, desperate for him to fill you again.

"Say it," he growls into your ear, fingers tightening on your hip as he pushes deeper, stroking even harder, "tell me what you want." He feels your body tensing beneath his touch, anticipation and lust coiling tighter with every passing second. With one last thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning harshly as your hot, tight walls envelop him like a glove.

Your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. He watches your face, taking in every expression that crosses those lovely features: pleasure, pain, anger, desire. It's intoxicating; it makes him want to keep fucking you for hours. His free hand reaches down between your bodies again, this time finding and massaging your clit with expert precision.

"Say my name," he demands

At the sound of your voice, throaty and needy as it caresses his name, everything snaps inside him. His hips jerk forward violently, and he growls deep in his throat as you squeeze him tightly, fingers digging into his skin like claws. The pleasure that shoots through him is almost painful, but he doesn't care; he doesn't want it to stop.

His thrusts become erratic and harsh now, each one more forceful than the last as he drives himself deeper inside you, trying desperately to find some way to prolong this moment, to make it last for eternity. His other hand moves from your breast to your neck, fingers splaying wide over your throat before threading through your hair and gripping tightly. He holds you still as he fucks you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of lust and possession that takes his breath away.

The pleasure builds inside him like a runaway train, the feel of you squeezing around him pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts become more urgent now, less controlled as he fights against the oncoming orgasm that threatens to consume him whole. With one final groan that echoes through the room, his hips jerk sharply forward, and he comes deep inside you with a shuddering cry of relief.

Collapsed over you now, their bodies intertwined in sweaty sheets of pleasure, Taylor closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to get control back, but all he can feel is the heat of your body against his own, the softness of your skin beneath his fingers. It's intoxicating, this feeling of having you beneath him like this.

He opens his eyes again

His eyes flutter open when he feels your fingertips skimming over his abs, the soft touch bringing him back to the present. A lazy smile curves across his lips as he looks down at you, taking in every detail of your beautiful face and perfect body. "Well," he says with a satisfied sigh, "I'd say that went pretty well." He reaches down between your legs again, finding and teasing your sensitive clit through the mess of sweat and cum. "But we still have some time left..." He presses his index finger against you in a circular motion, watching as your eyes drift shut at the pleasure coursing through you once more.

With slow, deliberate movements, he begins to thrust his hand in and out of you, matching the rhythm with his fingers on your clit. Your hips rise off the bed to meet his hand, needing the contact as much as he does. He watches intently as you get closer and closer to the edge, the sounds you make pushing him ever further into oblivion.

As you arch your back and cry out in release, his finger speeds up, pressing harder against your sensitive skin until you're moaning his name and shuddering beneath him. His other hand slides down between your legs as well, rubbing at the sensitive spot where your inner thigh meets your outer labia. He groans deep in his throat as he feels the last threads of your orgasm pulse through you, milking the pleasure from every inch of your body.

"Fuck," he whispers roughly, looking down at you with lust-glazed eyes. "You're unbelievable." He rolls onto his back, pulling you up onto his chest as one arm wraps around your waist to keep you close while the other cups your breast, flicking

His breath catches in his throat as you guide him back inside your wet heat. The feeling of being surrounded by you again is almost too much; it sends shivers down his spine and makes his hips jerk in response, driving himself deeper with each thrust. His arms wrap tightly around you, hands gripping your ass and pulling you even closer as he begins to move in earnest, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that is as much about dominance as it is about pleasure.

His cock feels harder than ever inside you, filling you completely with every stroke of his hips. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, drowning out all other noises as he thrusts deeper and faster, lost to the lust that burns through him with each touch. Your nails scrape down his back, leaving fiery trails in their wake; it's a sensation that sends another shudder of pleasure coursing through him.

Taylor can feel himself getting closer with every passing second, every thrust driving him deeper into the void where he knows release awaits. But as much as he wants to come, he doesn't want this night to end yet; there's still so much more for them to explore together. With one final surge of power, he thrusts hips deep and holds himself there, moaning her name as his body tenses and releases in a powerful orgasm that leaves him shuddering beneath you.

His grip on you tightens reflexively, holding you close as the last tremors of pleasure wash over him, leaving him dizzy with satisfaction. It takes several long moments before he can catch his breath again, but even then he doesn't want to move, doesn't want this night to end. He rolls them both onto their sides, her back to his

The feel of her body against his is something he's never quite gotten used to, even after all this time. It's as if she were made specifically for him, tailor-made to fit perfectly in every way. As they lie together on their sides, his arm wrapped securely around her waist and one of hers draped over his shoulders, he can't help but revel in the intimacy they share. Even though it's just for tonight, he doesn't want this moment to end anytime soon.

He runs a hand through her messy hair, tenderly tilting her head back so that their eyes meet. The passionate look in hers makes his heart race anew, and he can feel himself growing hard beneath her again despite having just cum minutes ago. This woman has a way of taking control over him like no other; she makes him want things he knows are wrong for them both but feels so right at the same time.

"So," he begins quietly, his voice rough with desire, "are you ready to keep going?" His fingers drift lower, teasingly tracing circles around her left nipple before moving higher to caress the skin beneath her breast. The sensation makes her shiver against him and arch into his touch with a moan.

Taylor grins, pleased by this reaction. "Or do you want something else?" he asks, knowing that there are plenty of other ways they can spend their time together before the night is over. He waits expectantly for her answer, eyes locked onto hers as he lets his hand continue its exploration higher up on her chest and neck. The heat radiating off her body makes him shudder with pleasure once again.

"What do you want?" she breathes softly, her voice husky with need and desire. It's a challenge, but it's

The mention of eating her out sends another jolt of lust straight to his cock. The feel of her hot, wet sex against his lips is intoxicating; it's like a drug that he can never get enough of. With a growl, he pulls away from their kiss and trails his tongue down her neck and lower still until he reaches the hem of her shirt, already one hand buried in the mess of her hair as he holds her head firmly in place. Deft fingers tug at the fabric until it's finally pulled over her head and tossed aside, revealing her perfect breasts once more.

His tongue swirls around a nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard while one hand cups her breast from below, kneading the sensitive flesh through her lace bra. The other hand continues its exploration of her body, tracing lazy patterns over her stomach and hip before finally reaching the waistband of her pants and skirt. With practiced ease, he pulls them down her hips until they're bunched around her knees, revealing a strip of smooth skin and neatly trimmed curls. Her musky scent fills his nostrils as he dips his head lower still and takes a long lick up her slit, tonguing her clit through the folds of her pussy.

"Oh fuck," she groans, arching off the bed at the feel of him devouring her. He circles her clit with his tongue before flicking it roughly, sending shudders through her body as her back arches further and her hips thrust towards him in search of more contact. His free hand comes up to grip her hip, holding her still as he feasts on her, relishing the feel of her tight muscles clenching

His tongue flicks out to taste her again as she tightens her grip on his hair, pushing him closer still. She's so wet and ready for him; the musky scent of her arousal fills his senses as he delves deeper, licking and sucking at her clit with abandon. His other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently through the lace of her bra before rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from deep in her throat.

He feels the tension building inside her as she begins to tremble beneath him, her hips bucking upward with each thrust of his tongue. With a growl, he slides two fingers into her wet heat, curling them up to massage the spot behind her G-spot as he continues to tease her clit. She's so tight and hot around his fingers; it feels like she's trying to milk him dry.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate as she gets closer to the edge, and with each moan that leaves her lips he feels himself growing harder beneath her touch. He cups her breast once more, pinching at the nipple as his tongue flicks faster over her clit, circling it one last time before sucking hard enough to draw out a shuddering scream from her throat.

Her body goes taut beneath him, fingers digging into his scalp and hips thrusting violently upward as she comes apart in his mouth with a hoarse cry of relief. For several moments he continues to lap at her sensitive folds, enjoying the taste of her as she rides out her orgasm on his tongue. Finally, with a satisfied grin, he pulls back, l

There was no need to reply; his smirk said it all. He slid his fingers free from her pussy and returned them to their previous place - cupping her breast from beneath, massaging the sensitive skin over her erect nipple through her bra. "You know," he began, voice husky with desire, eyes meeting hers across the expanse of bare flesh between them, "I bet I could make you come again." His fingers moved faster, circling and pressing against her breast in a way that was sure to drive her crazy.

His other hand slid up her body, fingers tracing lazy circles over her stomach before reaching her chest, where he began massaging the side of one nipple between his thumb and index finger. He watched as she squirmed beneath him, arching her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer. The way she moaned his name when he played with her body was unbelievable; it only served to make him harder.

With a rough exhale, he let go of one of her breasts and placed both hands on either side of her head, trapping her against the bed as he leaned down and took her lips in a bruising kiss. One of his thumbs found its way between their bodies again, circling around to press against her clit as his tongue danced with hers. Her hips arched up off the mattress, seeking more contact from him as she moaned into his mouth.

Pulling away, he gazed down at her flushed face, breathing heavily through their joined hands. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered roughly, sliding his other hand lower still until it cupped the damp curls between her legs. He pushed two fingers inside her again, spreading her wetness as he sought out and found

The words make him chuckle darkly as he thrusts his fingers deep inside her, feeling the slick heat of her body envelop them again. "Oh, I'll always hate you," he says with a lewd grin, moving his fingers in and out roughly. His free hand comes up to grip the back of her neck, holding her still as he watches their hips meet in perfect synchronicity. The way she cries out at the feel of him filling her sends a shiver down his spine.

His movements become more urgent now; the need to come building inside him as he takes her harder and faster, losing himself in the feeling of her body wrapped around his fingers, the taste of her on his tongue. He's close, so close, but not quite there yet; he wants to make sure she feels it too. With a groan that vibrates through their chests, he curls his index finger up and away from her clit just as he feels himself begin to spasm, the hot rush of pleasure coursing through him in waves.

His hips jerk forward violently, pushing deep inside her one final time as he comes with a shout, pouring his release into her already sated body. For several long moments they lay tangled together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps as their hearts race wildly in their chests. It's almost peaceful, like this; like they can pretend for just a little while that everything else doesn't exist and all that matters is the sensation of skin on skin, of pleasure flowing through them in endless rivers.

When he finally pulls his fingers free from her wet heat, she lets out a whimper of protest before pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips once more. Her lips part as she looks down at

As you slide back down onto his cock, he groans deep in his throat, feeling the tight heat engulf him once more. You ride him with abandon, your hips circling and grinding against his as if to draw every ounce of pleasure from this temporary connection between you. His hands come up to grip your waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh on either side of your spine, urging you to go faster, harder.

With each thrust, he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge; the way you're moving around him is driving him wild. He can feel the tension building within him, a tight ball of lust that threatens to explode at any moment. His cock throbs in rhythm with his heartbeat as he pushes up into you, feeling the slide of your wet heat against the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock.

His gaze never leaves your face; he drinks in every expression that crosses those lovely features, reveling in the sight of you losing control just for him. You look so fucking beautiful when you're like this, possessed by desire and driven only by the need to feel pleasure coursing through you. It makes his heart race faster, his cock ache with wanton lust.

As if sensing that he's close, as if reading every thought in his head, you lean forward, your breasts practically spilling from your chest and brushing against his now hard nipples. Your lips find the skin of his neck and begin to suck and nibble, drawing a deep moan from deep within him. It's too much; the combination of your body moving over his and your hot mouth on his skin sends him careening over the edge.

His hips snap forward violently, driving himself as

His hands move urgently on your hips, his fingers digging in as he watches you lean forward, his focus narrowing to the rapid rise and fall of your breasts against his neck, the heat emanating from your body mingling with his own. As your orgasm takes hold, tightening the muscles around him, he growls deep in his throat, feeling himself lose control as well.

His hips thrust up hard into you one last time, driving deep inside as he comes with a harsh cry, letting out all of the tension and desire that's been building inside of him since he first saw you. Waves of pleasure roll through his body as he feels himself emptying into you, the sensation intense and overwhelming. His hands clench in your hair as he growls low in his throat, taking what he can from this moment before finally letting go with a shuddering breath.

For several long moments, neither of you moves. The room is silent save for the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Your weight finally begins to bear down on him, making it difficult to catch his breath as exhaustion creeps up from every limb, stealing what little strength he has left. Reluctantly, he releases you with a sigh.

Your body slips free from his, landing on the bed beside him with an audible thud. He reaches up to cup your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb as he gazes down into your eyes. They're glassy and heavy-lidded, the painfully bright blue standing out in sharp contrast against the pale skin. You're beautiful even like this, disheveled and spent. It takes every bit of self-control not to lean forward and kiss you, not to

With a small smirk, he leans down and kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose before brushing his lips over yours once more in a chaste press. "I could never be accused of that," he says softly, breath warm against your skin as he runs his hand through your sweat-damp hair.

It's easy to forget how cruel they've been to each other over the years, how vicious their arguments and fights have become; in moments like this, it all seems so insignificant. They're just two people who can't seem to keep away from one another, no matter how much they try. It almost makes him wish things could be different between them... almost. But he knows better than to let those thoughts linger for long.

After a few more seconds, he pulls back and looks at you with a half-smile. "Well," he says with a quiet chuckle, trying not to sound as disappointed as he feels, "I guess we should get some sleep." He rolls onto his back and stretches out, leaving plenty of room between them despite the closeness they just shared. "Good night, Lillia."

His words hang in the air for a moment before she speaks again. "Night, Taylor." Her voice is soft and hesitant; she seems to be having a hard time letting go of whatever it was that brought them together tonight. Eventually, though, exhaustion wins out and her eyelids begin to droop. It's only moments before she's fast asleep, her even breathing the only sound in the room.

Taylor lies there beside her, watching her sleep for what feels like hours. Even though he knows it's pointless to even think about it, a part of him wonders what would happen if