ログインShe reached up to his chest, ran her fingers over the bruises she left behind. "I made up my mind about you a long time ago. I've never once changed it. I’m not about to start now," she said, undoing the rest of his shirt's buttons. He pressed his forehead up against hers as he examined her shoulders with his fingers. Then he got off of her and flipped her onto her stomach, pulled the zipper of her dress down just enough to bring the scratches into view. He stared at them, traced them with his fingers. I don't know where the control went, but I’ll be a better man for you. Never stop trying for you. My hope, my peace, she’s not part of our story. There’s no script for you. Just young, crazy, messy love. “I’ll fix it somehow, Kei. I’ll fix everything for you. I’ll fix the thing she broke in me so long ago. I will do our perfect love justice,” he solemnly vowed. Hearing this, Keira got up and went over to the window. As she stood there
How was she to know he was still holding out on her? That he could do better? That his body could decimate hers so sweetly? Keira wanted to play rough some more, feel the heat of the beast within between the sheets. As matters stood, however, she'd be lucky if he touched her at all. This simply wouldn't do. Measures had to be taken. She slid her hands down the sides of his body, flirtatious smirk slowly spreading across her face as she watched him start to sweat. Her hands went behind him and she grabbed his ass. "Getting you super drunk," she finally answered. "Alcohol couldn't do to me what you're doing right now," he groaned, clawing at the wall. She slipped out from under him and he let her, falling against the wall, relieved. "Then you have nothing to worry about," she said, taking his hand and dragging him into the packed club. She took him straight to the bar, took a seat and placed an order. "I see nothing's changed," Aaron said, looking out into the room as he
2020, August 19th On a yacht bound for nowhere, sunbathing in a black and white swimsuit. Sporting shades, wind in her hair, cocktail in hand. Keira was with Aaron, but her mind was still in Imperium. He knew because she talked about everything but, when she talked at all. Seeking to normalize their leaving so abruptly, Aaron had Jesse arrange the yacht for them. This was their normal, at least before Imperium. They loved traveling, seeing new things, experiencing everything life had to offer. But now even as they took to the waters in a vehicle that could take them just about anywhere in the world, she wouldn’t allow them to leave Warlanda. Just wasn’t ready yet. The first few days would be the hardest. All he could do was be with her and hope it was enough. She chose the swimsuit to suit his taste, but he wasn’t looking. He smiled at her, made her laugh, even took her hand, was kindness itself, but nothing else. He once told her that he wanted to be all the versions of him w
When she got onto her knees to try and grab them, he pulled down her skirt, hooked an arm behind her knees, threw her down onto her back and tossed the skirt onto the floor. She gasped. He licked his lips as his gaze dropped to between her legs and he pocketed her panties once more. Doing her best to seem unfazed, she crossed her legs and said, "I won't share, Ron. I won't share any part of you with her or anyone. This time you're all mine too." He got onto the bed, pinned her body down onto it with his own and started undoing her buttons. "I think you still don't understand how the trade works. Allow me to explain," he said, opening her blouse up. "Say you love me or I'll strip you bare." She threw him off of her, got on top of him and unzipped his pants. "Maybe I want to be stripped bare." They tumbled back and forth, exchanging warm, little kisses. Taking turns being on top as they took each other's clothes off. As he had far more on than she did, she ended up on top last
Throwing them one final look as Aaron joined Emily on the couch, Grayson sighed and closed the door behind him. He would just have to deal with it later. Aaron picked up the blanket resting on one of the arms of the couch, unfolded it and covered Emily with it. She shivered, reflexively wrapping the blanket around her. She hadn’t realized how cold she was, having taken her coat off when they arrived. Aaron clasped his hands in front of him and stared down at the floor. “Well this is new. Definitely haven’t had sex with my brother’s sister before,” he said, the ghost of a smile on his face. She turned to him, crossed her legs and looked at him quizzically. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?” she asked. Her eyes welled up. He drew closer, heard Grayson’s words echo in his mind. She kept the secret too. Kept Grayson from him too. Emily and Aaron had a history with secrets. Some pretty big ones. He couldn’t lie. This hurt. He asked for one thing. Just one thing. That sh
2021, February 22nd(Venatores, Warlanda) After hearing that Nathan should have been the one to come and pick them up, Aaron was almost grateful to see Grayson instead. Emily got into the passenger seat, slamming the door closed. Grayson: So, you told him about us then. Emily gave Grayson a nasty glare as he started driving. Evidently, his assumption was incorrect. Aaron popped his head forward, holding onto the backs of their seats from his place in the back. His gaze went back and forth between them.Aaron: Us?Emily: Fantastic wording, Gray. Grayson: My apologies. I just assumed, since you asked for privacy—Emily: Well, you assumed wrong. We couldn’t talk about us. We were too busy talking about another woman. Aaron: For goodness sake, Em. Nothing happened. I stayed with the only woman who can get us out of here so that she wouldn’t be too sleep deprived to function if things go south. That’s it! Now, does someone want to explain to me how the two of you are an us?Grayson: A







