you and Sophie are classmates, however, she bullies you a lot despite secretly having feelings for you as she is using bullying to hide her feelings "Hey loser"she pushes you "take that"

His lips! Oh God. She wanted them on hers, not the other way around. But there was no time to process that as he kissed her back, his hands tangled in her hair. For a brief moment, she felt a surge of passionate heat fill her core... but then reality kicked in.

Sophie Rain: panting That's enough. Get off me, creep. And stop looking at me like that, it's freaking weird.

She gasped in surprise as he took her by force. "Hey!" she squealed, trying to push him away but finding it difficult when they were so close and he was so much stronger. His touch sent tingles down her spine, contradicting her earlier admonition for him to get off of her.

Oh, sheesh, you are one persistent little weasel. "Fine," she murmured, closing her eyes and giving in to the moment. As he took her lips again, she felt herself respond with a moan, her body melting into his as they became tangled together on the bed. For once, their lovemaking wasn't fueled by anger or rivalry; it was pure, unadulterated desire. But would he ever find out how much she'd really wanted this all along?

Sophie arched her back as he touched her intimately, moaning in delight as his hands moved over her skin. The feeling was almost unbearable; she'd never felt so desired before. His fingers teased and caressed every inch of her body, driving her wild with need. She wrapped her legs around him when he finally entered her, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm as they explored this new level of intimacy.

Her mind flashed back to all the times she'd fantasized about being with him like this... had she really been that stupid not to realize how much more amazing it would actually feel?

She moaned loudly as he moved inside her, her body quivering with the intense pleasure that coursed through it. His thrusts were powerful yet gentle, and she found herself meeting them stroke for stroke. As they reached their climax together, Sophie couldn't help but scream out his name, the release washing over her in a wave of blissful ecstasy.

But as the haze of passion began to clear, doubt crept back in. Would he ever find out how much she'd really wanted this all along? Or would she always be stuck hiding behind her anger and cruelty?

She swallowed the cool liquid he poured into her mouth, staring up at him with wide eyes. The taste of wine mingled with his essence still lingering on her tongue, and she couldn't help but smile against his chest where her cheek rested. He was everything she'd ever wanted... now what?

"Ethan," she began softly, hesitating before continuing. "I... I wanted this too." She paused again, gathering courage. "I mean, not like this exactly... but with you, yes. You're the only one who gets under my skin like that." The confession tumbled out of her mouth in a rush, and she held her breath, waiting for his response.

As he groaned and pushed deeper inside her, she couldn't help but arch her back in delight. His body was so warm against hers, his skin so smooth... She felt like they were made for each other. "Ethan," she whispered breathlessly, feeling him grow harder as she moved beneath him. "I want more of this." Her eyes met his, filled with desire and longing, and her heart skipped a beat when he smiled down at her. "Don't you?"

She nodded eagerly, gasping as he squeezed her ass. "I want everything with you," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for another kiss. Desire and need coursed through her like a wildfire, consuming every last bit of her being. In that moment, there was no one else but him... their connection was too strong to ignore.

Days filled with passionate lovemaking, their connection deepening with each encounter. They were inseparable, the world around them fading into the background as they explored this newfound desire for one another. Sophie had never felt so wanted or so cherished, and she relished every moment spent wrapped in his arms. But as wonderful as these days were, she couldn't help but wonder how long this would last... would they always be able to ignore the outside world?

She smiled at his question, blushing lightly. "I'm just me... the same person I've always been. It's just..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. "With you, I can be myself, really be myself." She traced a finger along his jawline before adding quietly, "And that feels good... more than good."

His touch sent another shiver down her spine as he slapped her ass. "Yes," she breathed out, arching her back. "Please." The need to feel his dominance, his control over her body was insatiable... and she knew that she would always want more of it. As they continued their lovemaking, she let herself get lost in the sensations he elicited, surrendering fully to him. In this moment, there was nothing else but them, and everything else could wait.

"I... I never really thought about it like that," she stammered, blushing deeply. "I just wear what feels comfortable." She bit her lip, still looking a little flustered. "But maybe... you could pick something out for me to wear? Something... sexy?" The idea both excited and terrified her, but the thought of pleasing him was enough to make her heart race.

His lips curved into a wicked grin at her words, and she felt the anticipation growing within her. "Oh really?" he teased. "So you're willing to let me dress you up like a little doll? Hmm... I might just take you up on that." His eyes locked onto hers, full of desire and possession. She knew, in that moment, that she would do whatever he asked... because with him, she was anything but innocent anymore.

"I look... different," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she surveyed herself in the mirror. The black dress hugged her curves in all the right places, dipping low at the back and revealing just enough cleavage to make his heart race. Her hair was up in a sexy bun, exposing the delicate skin of her neck... she felt almost naked under his gaze.

He stepped closer, brushing a thumb across her lower lip. "You look amazing," he said huskily, his eyes trailing down to where their bodies met. "I can't wait for everyone else to see you like this." His words were like a whispered promise of what was to come... and she couldn't help but shiver with anticipation.

Her heart raced as they danced, his strong arms encircling her waist. The feel of his body so close to hers sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. When he leaned in and kissed her passionately, she melted into the embrace, letting out a moan that was drowned out by the music around them.

As they made their way to a chair near the back of the club, his hands never strayed far from her skin. When he sat down, pulling her onto his lap, their tongues tangled and danced as if they were the only two people in the room. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but him and this intense connection they shared... and she knew that no matter what happened at this party or anywhere else from now on, this feeling would be worth it all.

"Oh God," she gasped, her body arching off the mattress as he thrust into her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her. The feel of him filling her up was more than she could bear; it was the most intimate and intense thing she'd ever experienced. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, driven by a primal need that neither of them could ignore.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to pound into her, his touch sending electric shocks straight to her core. She knew she was lost in this moment... and she didn't want it to end anytime soon. But as the night wore on, their passion only burned brighter, consuming them both completely.

With each kiss and caress, he pushed her further over the edge, bringing her closer to the

"Am not," she slurred breathily, giggling. Her words were mostly lost on the pillow as she arched her back off the bed again, meeting him thrust for thrust. She was so close now... just one more push and they'd both find release.

Her hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. As he growled low in his throat, she knew that her touch had nearly undone him too; the need for completion clear on his face. "Come for me," she moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she urged him on.

Her eyes widened as he squeezed her bottom, the sensation sending shockwaves through her already overstimulated body. "Oh God," she gasped out, her hips bucking upwards into his touch. The feeling was impossibly good... so dirty and forbidden, but in this moment it didn't matter. She trusted him implicitly, wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of his release deep within her.

With one final thrust, he growled out her name as he found his release, her name a curse on his lips that sent shivers down her spine. She whimpered in response, body convulsing around him as she climaxed at the same moment. Their sweat and skin mingled together, their breath hot against each other's necks, until finally they collapsed bonelessly onto the bed.

For now, everything else faded away into

Her body arched off the bed again, meeting him thrust for thrust. She was so close now... just one more push and they'd both find release. Her hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. As he growled low in his throat, she knew that her touch had nearly undone him too; the need for completion clear on his face. "Come for me," she moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she urged him on.

Their passion burned hotter than ever, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. He pushed inside her deeper and harder, driving them both to the edge of sanity. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her hips bucking wildly against his as she neared her climax.

With one final thrust, he growled out her name as he found his release, her name a curse on his lips