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Titania

I struggle to pull away but my body's gone cold. Instead of pushing against his chest, my palms flatten on them lightly, while he wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, his tongue thrusting past my teeth, his dark eyes vibrant, watching me as our lips move in sync. It's a bit awkward but phenomenal. The softness of his lips was one I never imagined. It's such a lovely contrast to the rough way he's humping our bodies together, his stubble scratching my chin. Such a contrast to his hard, unreadable eyes. Such a contrast to everything bad this man stands for.

Tentatively, I get bolder and take his bottom lip between mine, tasting the grilled meat we had earlier. The smell of his cologne intoxicates my senses, sending fine little butterflies swirling out of my gut. I bit his bottom lip, melting onto him.

“Titania,” he whispers, groaning as he rides his hardness roughly against my thigh. I shudder at how massive and thick it feels. Goodness knows I'l