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LINES CROSSED

Author: L. Bee
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-25 22:53:00

Deimos' POV

I should have known she wouldn't melt under my touch.

That her scorching resistance will imprint itself into me, just like everything else she does. That the taste of her would drag my senses like a war battered soldier, leaving the rest of me to follow.

Pain rockets through my arm as her fingers dig in, clinging desperately. Her moans echo in the back of my head. Fanning my urges until it obliterates what little control I have left.

I can feel every inch of her body pressed against mine. The damning softness of her skin. The curve of her chest separated from me by one flimsy cloth.

Rip it away

I grab a fistful of cloth and skin. “Deimos...” Her voice comes as a breathless moan before her lips find mine again. She nibbles at it, reopening the wound there. I hiss at the pain, body stiffening as she licks the blood away softly.

My heart stumbles at the gesture. I'm covered in blood and sweat, hardly appealing for a woman who's clearly clean and dressed for bed.

And yet
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