Se connecterWARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Victoria Carter finally dons the puffy dress and ties her hair tight, ready to walk down the aisle, only to be abandoned at the altar by a cowardly groom who claims he's not ready. Her father, desperate to marry off his youngest daughter, arranges countless dates and meet-ups, but Victoria turns down every suitor. Then, at a family gathering, the perfect man appears, igniting a spark she thought was lost. However, there's one major reason she can't have him. "Your father can't find out about this," he whispered as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer.
Voir plus“Okay… one more try,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating against my skin. He lifted himself just enough that I could feel the weight of his body hovering above mine, the heat of him pressing close, teasing, threatening to consume me.His hand slid down, steadying himself as he guided his hard length toward my waiting entrance. The anticipation made me tremble, my breath catching as I braced for him. He pressed forward, slow and deliberate, but my body resisted, tight and unyielding, refusing to give way so easily.A groan tore from his throat, frustration laced with desire. “God… you’re so tight,” he rasped, his jaw clenched as he tried again, nudging deeper, coaxing me open inch by inch. My fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white, torn between the sting of resistance and the intoxicating pleasure of his persistence.The tension built with every push, every shallow thrust that sent sparks racing through me. My body quivered beneath him, caught between pain and ecstasy
He lingered down there for what felt like forever, though time had completely slipped from my grasp. Every touch sent waves through me, so intense I couldn’t even count or keep track anymore. My body betrayed me—trembling, quivering, vibrating with a rhythm I couldn’t control. I clutched at the sheets, biting back the sounds that threatened to escape, the moans and cries I wanted to release but somehow held inside. The tension built until it was all I could feel, a storm of pleasure rising higher and higher, leaving me breathless, undone, and desperate to let go.“Wow…” I panted, my chest rising and falling. “That… was… magical.”He looked up at me with a slow, knowing smirk, watching as I tried to catch my breath and steady myself. There was a spark in his eyes—an unmistakable promise that he wasn’t done with me yet. But after everything, the warmth, the intensity, the way he completely unravelled me, all I wanted was to curl up against him and drift into the sweetest sleep with him
The rest of the evening pretty much ended once we got home. Dad was so beat, he got showered and immediately crawled into bed, leaving the house wrapped in silence. I stayed up in the living room, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the walls, hoping to find a spark of creativity to craft some poem about the events that had unfolded within the last few hours.When there was no inspiration yet, I took a pause and headed to the showers to at least cool myself down. The water washed over me, rinsing away the heaviness clinging to my chest. Afterwards, I slipped into my light pink night dress, the fabric soft against my skin, and padded back into the living room.I dimmed the lights, pressed play on some soft music, and let the melody weave through the silence. For a while, I sat there scratching my head, staring at the blank page, waiting for something—anything—to spark. And then, almost unexpectedly, the words began to flow. Line after line spilled out, raw and unfiltered, carrying
I wasn’t exactly mad at him, not in the way people expect anger to flare and burn, but there was this quiet ache I couldn’t shake, a slow disappointment that settled deeper the more I tried to ignore it. I kept telling myself it wasn’t worth overthinking, that I shouldn’t feel anything at all, yet the feeling of being let down clung to me anyway. It wasn’t rage, and it wasn’t heartbreak, but a subtle, lingering hurt that made me realise he could have done better… and that, somehow, the disappointment stung far more than anger ever could.“Did I do something? Is this because of Bash?” I asked, my voice tightening with worry.“No-no,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just think maybe we shouldn’t rush into anything. And besides, your father is looking for you. It’s probably best you go find him before he storms in here and starts demanding a search party.”I wasn’t entirely convinced. He wouldn’t even look at me, and there was this distant, distracted air about him that I couldn’t












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