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"On the couch? I thought you were far more refined than that." I teased with a wink.

He pouted and said, "And what do you mean by that?" 

I couldn't hide the giggle as I said, "I just never imagined someone with a last name like StClaire would do this type of thing on a couch."  

Drake's smile and eyes turned radiant as he pulled me closer for another intense kiss. He wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, effortlessly lifting me off the couch. 

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to his neck as he carried me across the room to the bed. 

Our lips and tongues moved in perfect harmony even as he stumbled from the amount of alcohol he had himself.

I quickly realized why we ended up back on the couch. 

It was closer, and he was trying to hide how drunk he really was. 

I pulled away, looking into his eyes. "Do I need to make sure you're of sound mind and can consent to this?" I asked.

He just smirked.

As he set me down on the bed, the blast from the air conditioner caused me to shiver. 

He walked over and switched the air conditioner off. He even bumped the oscillating fan so it was no longer blowing towards me. 

Wow, he paid attention. 

He returned to the bed, pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped it beside the bed without breaking eye contact. 

Every line on his body caught my attention. Especially those perfect V lines that disappeared below his sweatpants. 

He caught me looking and smirked as he fell back on the bed beside me. 

He kissed my neck, sending electric tingles shooting through me. I gripped his back tightly as the sensations seemed to reverberate around my body.

He smiled against my skin as he moaned out, "Mmmmmm."

Like he'd felt a similar sensation from doing it. 

Slowly, he began to unbutton the top of my sundress. 

As he palmed my breast, using his thumb to trace my nipple ring, fear washed over me.

 I caught his hand and whispered, "I just wanted you to know... I've only with...with..."

Drake grinned and then nipped at my nose playfully. "I gathered that," he murmured. "Are you okay still?" 

I nodded, feeling more secure under his quiet concerns over my ability to consent while somewhat intoxicated.

But regardless, I'm a big girl. I knew exactly what I was doing here. 

He played with the ring with his tongue before slowly tracing down to my belly button.

"Mmm, no underwear? Interesting choice. Just don't bend over in this dress," he mumbled between kisses.  

As his stubbly lips brushed against the sensitive skin near my hip, I couldn't help but giggle. 

I tugged at his blonde hair, causing him to look up. "Ticklish?" he asked.

"Very," I admitted, without thinking my answer through. 

Without warning, Drake launched a playful assault, his fingers digging into my sides.

I tried tickling him back, and I was delighted to discover that he was just as vulnerable to the sensation. 

Game on.

This turned into an all-out war between us as we dodged and jumped around the bed to avoid one another's assaults. 

Soon, we lay side by side, breathless and still giggling.

Drake leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "I promise, no more tickling," he whispered, his eyes still gleaming, but now it was with a more profound desire. 

An intense hunger seemed to take us both over as he hovered over me. 

He finished unbuttoning my dress. His touches were more deliberate now. His fingers danced magic across my skin instead of tickling.

I felt him smile against my lips each time he elicited responses from me I hadn't known possible. 

With each touch, my hips arched almost instinctively toward him, seeking to deepen the exquisite sensations he was awakening within me. 

I could feel his erection, hard and pressing insistently against me as our bodies aligned with increasing urgency.

Letting go of all reservations, I reached for him, allowing my hand to explore until the impressive size took me by surprise. 

He was formidable, far larger than anything I'd experienced before.

It must have been written all over my face as I paused and looked at him. 

He chuckled and nipped at my nose again. "I'll be careful," he assured me.

He positioned himself above me, making sure to keep his weight on one elbow as he licked his hand and stroked himself.  

"You don't have to do that. I'm already plenty wet," I whispered. 

This made him laugh out loud before he leaned down and pecked my lips. "Just want to make sure I don't hurt you," he whispered back. 

I just nodded in response. I'm not sure if that was possible, no matter how much lubrication was involved. 

He pulled away and said, "Eve, tell me you want this again." 

Was he suddenly doubting this? To be so confident otherwise, his pause here was nearly concerning.

I pulled him back on top of me and said, "Stop. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want this. If I didn't want... you." 

He smiled and closed his eyes tightly as he rolled his hips, thrusting into me for the first time. 

He did so slowly, inch by inch, allowing me to acclimate to the profound intensity.

The sensations were overpowering, engulfing me like a tidal wave. 

Or a searing fire. 

I wasn't sure which.

A loud moan ripped through my chest and burst from my lips.

Drake quickly covered my mouth with his hand as he giggled.

 "Single room, yes," he murmured, "but remember, I've got neighbors."

I nodded, attempting to be quieter as he continued, but the intensity as he started to pick up speed made it nearly impossible.

Despite his warning, he was soon also just as lost in the sensations that he was making similar noises, marking the rhythm of our escalating passion with each moan and quiet gasp. 

His elbows rested beside my head, holding most of his weight off me. His hands tangled in my hair. 

He pulled at it as his thumbs traced my cheeks softly. 

 I suddenly realized he was holding me still so he could control every single aspect. 

His ankles were looped with mine behind us, keeping my legs still. Anytime I tried to thrust up to meet him, he'd put a little more of his weight on me to keep me still. Even his hands in my hair were there to hold me perfectly still.

He was holding me down.

Oh shit, he was holding me down.

This made me almost start to panic until... 

I had never experienced the intensity that rocked my entire body as I climaxed suddenly.

He maintained that steady, controlled presence inside me as he watched and felt me unravel beneath him.

He leaned in for one more deep, lingering kiss as he started to cum himself. 

His controlled full-body shudders as he fell apart differed from my past encounters, marking a definitive end to when intimacy was always so...chaotic for me.

I glanced down at my phone moments after he jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom. I ignored Kha's barrage of texted pleas, but a message from the RA on my floor caught my eye.

"Hey... So your boyfriend is insisting on coming inside. I know you aren't home. I've told him that multiple times, but he refused to leave. I had to call the cops. He finally left before they arrived, so he wasn't arrested or anything. I just figured you would want to know. Sorry Eve. Happy birthday! I know how much this must suck." 

 My heart raced as I hastily gathered my clothes.

Drake walked back in, witnessing my sudden distress. "Where are you going?" he asked quietly.

Struggling to muster a coherent explanation, I stammered, "I... I should really get back. Rissa, my roommate. She'll be worried if I'm out too late. I just, you know, walked out of the party earlier."

Drake seemed to deflate when he realized I wasn't leaving over something he did. "It's late, and you've had quite a bit to drink. Let me walk you back to your dorm," he offered.

I hesitated. "I don't want to trouble you," I murmured, though part of me yearned for the safety his presence seemed to offer.

"It's no trouble at all," he insisted. "I just want to make sure you get back safely."

Finally, I nodded, managing a weak smile. "Thank you. I really appreciate it," I said.

The cool air did little to soothe my frazzled nerves as we walked back through the quiet campus. 

As we neared my dorm, I saw Kha back on the steps. 

I turned to Drake in a complete panic. "Nothing good will come from Kha seeing us together," I whispered urgently, the fear of what might happen evident in my voice. 

Reluctantly, Drake nodded and quickly melted into the shadows, disappearing into the night to avoid further confrontation.

Kha was pacing fanatically near the building's entrance. He grabbed the huge, extremely heavy metal trash can and launched it at the glass door. 

"Stop!" I screamed, but it was too late. The can smashed into the door, causing glass to fly everywhere and the emergency alarms to activate across campus.

That was one of the many reasons everyone on campus hated him so much. Do you know how crazy one had to act out to get all the alarms to sound off?

Well, we all did. Thanks to Kha. 

I confronted him. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.

Kha had sobered up slightly.

Slightly. 

His eyes were still a vivid, unnatural red, but now total desperation and regret were evident in them. "I had to see you, Eve, please. I'll do anything. Anything. Even go to jail tonight."

"Why are your eyes like that, Kha? They're completely red," I asked, my voice shaking as he looked down at me and then closed his eyes tightly. 

"Eve, I... I don't even know. But that's not what matters right now. Please, just listen to me," he pleaded.

He stepped closer and then halted, a noticeable fear of causing further harm holding him back as he dropped his outstretched hands. "I've never felt anything like what I feel for you. It's like you've awakened something in me, something uncontrollable. And I hate myself for what I did to you tonight, fucking hate... myself. Uhhgh." 

He growled in total frustration and said, " Eve, I can't make sense of my own mind anymore. Please, I need you. I really need you. I love you. You know I do. Please. I know I'm messing up everything I'm trying to say here, but please... You know me, please. "

He'd never apologized like this before, with so much emotion. 

But then again, he'd never pushed it to the point where I broke up with him, either. 

Despite everything, a part of me couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. It was evident he was battling inner demons far beyond what I could understand, tormented by forces that were seemingly tearing him and us apart.

The sudden arrival of campus police cut off any further conversation between us.

 Given Kha's notorious history, they moved quickly. 

One officer grabbed Kha's arm, wrenching it behind his back, while another pushed him forcefully to the ground. Kha's face was pressed against the cold pavement as he looked up at me in total desperation.

As he lay there, the chaotic, troubled man I had once loved, Kha's desperate voice carried over the still-blaring alarms. "Just let me talk to her one last time, then I'll go without a fight," he begged.