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  Anya's POV

  It all seemed closer to a blur than it did to reality.. Like in that moment, we simply couldn't stay apart. Each and every one of his touches was messing with my mind.. That conscious state of complete loss of control.. As if we were both doing something because we could simply not resist. And it was so easily flaming every sense of mine, every inch of my body, of my mind..

  He said to never walk away from him again.. How was it even real... For both of us to be so damn lost in each other at the very same time, yet both of us keeping quiet and away for so long.. How could either of us find resistance when it was a force that was no longer in our control.. No longer ours to control.

  It seemed like we had used all our passes.. A desire that could not be resisted. Our emotions were no longer in our mastery. We kissed like there was no tomorrow, until we were seeking for air, and held each other like we were apart for years.

  There I was, pushing myself off the door, and without bothering to break the kiss, leading him backwards and towards the door on the side, with full awareness that that was the guestroom no one was using.. And we could barely hold back in that moment, let alone walk up the stairs to get to my room.

  When we pulled away, it was somewhat of an instinct to look him the eyes, watching how he was staring back at mine with the same desperation, intensity and lust that could not be contained no longer. With a simply reach on his side, I turned the knob and pushed the door open that was behind him, unable to keep the smile off my face, keeping my eyes locked on his as I very slightly pushed him back so he would enter the room..

  There was no practice needed as for both of us only followed our plain instincts, letting every single flame of our emotions overwhelm us, control us, and with full desperation lead us to whatever it was that was coming next.

  There was nothing but seriousness on his face.. Sharp and clear yearning for something we both craved oh so strongly. He searched my face with intensity that left me weak, instantly closing the door when we entered the dark room - only dimly brightened by the streetlights from outside the window, from the silver rays of the moon that had already appeared and stood high and tall along with the few sparkly stars.

  Something seemed to slow down as we shut the door behind us.. Both of us stopped. It was just insanity how easily he had me hypnotized. Those sharp features on his face so perfectly illuminated by the light that came from outside the window.. Dark furrowed brows and intense eyes that held me in place, searching every inch of my face with yearning as strong as mine.

  I felt him brush his hand over the side of my face, and my eyes came closed. It was enough.. Enough for his touch to send me to holy grail. And it was madness how someone I knew for a while could make me feel in such ways, but I had already given into that madness, and there was no going back.. Not now.. Not when I was starting to love it. Let it control me.

  The way he brushed his fingers over my cheek, slowly gripping my chin and directing me to look at him.. My eyes flattered opened just to be met with cold silver ones that held nothing but desperation and craving, fascinated by something that I could not understand, yet was completely left compelled by his simple gaze..

  By his simple moves.. By how he ran his thumb over my lips, completely focusing his gaze on his moves with parted lips that gave some kind of awe, still leaving me clueless on how lost he seemed in me.. Completely mind-blown by how lost I was in him as well..

  In that moment, all it took was for him to lean closer a few inches, and for me to easily cross the little space between the two of us, pressing my lips against his in this innocent yet desperate way, feeling him return the very same second.. His hand from my face very slightly moved behind my neck to keep me close, while his other one rested on my waist and held me trapped, completely lost in the kiss that he left on my lips..

  So slow at first, I thought I would faint.. My heart fluttered like never before, my lips parted for more, and just like the very same second something snapped in him as well, he tightened his grip around the material of my dress over my waist, and deepened the kiss so effortlessly yet with such hunger that swirled my mind..

  Only minutes before that, we had a hot make out session in the hallway, but that kiss.. Christ, it was something else. Something strong and desperate, effective and unreal. My bones shook for more. My whole body did, screaming not enough, and wanting just more.

  A very light push was enough for me to release myself from having my back pressed against the door yet once again, letting his lips dominate mine as I pushed him back deeper in the room, feeling how my hands almost shook for that release. My fingers wrapping around his shirt broke the kiss for just a second, making him move a few inches back and let me pull it over his head..

  I stopped and looked at him for a second, throwing the shirt away and somewhat instantly pressing my hands over the smooth skin of his chest, tracing my fingers over his broad shoulders and scanning every deep line from his muscles, so perfectly illuminated by those dimmed lights from outside.

  His sudden grip over my wrists stopped me from further reaching, making me instantly look him in the eyes and see the wildness that I knew oh so well, but craved more of it with each second that passed. I felt desperate. I never felt more desperate for someone.. Ready to beg and do whatever it took in that moment.

  However, he only pulled me closer by my wrists, making me get on my tiptoes just so my lips would once again meet his in a kiss that had me instantly lost, turning my whole world, my whole mind upside down and kissing the very depth of my soul.

  No, I had never felt such roughness so easily mixed with this nimbleness.. So quick and unfinished, almost like leaving a few deep separate kisses on my lips, eagerly continuing over my chin and making me breathe in for more air the very same second my head slightly swung back.. The very same second when his lips met my neck.. The very same second my breaths sharpened and I lost all control I had over my body. 

  He held my wrists so tightly in a way of holding me close to him, not letting any air between our bodies, yet his lips worshiped my neck so gracefully, it was a real mind game, leaving me mind-lost, mind-blown..

  My breaths mixed with my own moans, filling the silence so desperately when he left a trace of kisses down my neck and over my collar bone.. The same second he released my hands, I felt his fingers wrap around the material of my dress, right where the V-neck ended, and with what seemed like an effortless pull, his lips parted from my neck and the dress came to pieces, with moves of intensity and lust that didn't even cause me to open my eyes.

  I just felt complete comfort being exposed to him in nothing but my bra and panties, knowing and feeling his gaze roam all over me, and very much aware that it was nothing he hadn't seen before.. That night at the club, taking our clothes off was the last stage we reached.. Now there seemed to be a desperate need for more, mixing both our head with eagerness and passion neither of us could contain.

  I looked at him, and that's what I saw.. From only some space away from me, I saw that same fascination as before.. His gaze so longingly roaming over my breasts, my stomach, down my whole body before he focused back on my face, on my eyes staring back at his..

  The way his hands brushed over my waist, my hip and over the side of my legs with speed I could not follow left me somewhat breathless the same second he pulled me closer, once again connecting our lips and leaving my mind blank, distracting me from the way he pulled my legs up and hooked them over his waist.

  There was that same gentleness and roughness in his moves that had me fall for him so deeply, I was completely lost in that moment.. I didn't even realize that he had turned me around and lightly let me go, until my back hit the soft mattress..

  I took in a sharp breath in that moment, somewhat completely aware that I was laying basically naked in front of him, yet still lost and away from that state we called reality.. My emotions were so heightened, senses so sharp and my mind so blank.. The air was not enough.

   My eyes somewhat flattered opened just to be met with dark gray ones, his perfect face leaning over mine, and once again searching mine with such delight and eagerness, I felt my heart thump so rapidly against my chest. His lips came over mine as just a tease, having me close my eyes self-consciously, almost as if my body was struggling to fight with all the desires that hit me all at once.

  Leaving a whole trace of kisses down my jaw and neck, wet and unfinished down my chest, my breasts, and over my stomach.. I was on tenth sky, feeling his warm breath against my skin, the unfinished kisses that I found hard to handle, pushing my head back against the mattress in some loss of control.

  I felt tingles and tremors underneath my skin when I felt his hands over the side of my waist, so gently tracing my skin over the sides of my panties.. A simple pull down as he moved back, making me lift my legs for him to take them off.. I laid there, opened my eyes and looked at him now straightened up, very lightly running his fingers over the side of my leg and down towards my ankle with the way it was lifted.

   I pushed myself up, hypnotized by his physique, the tight muscles on his chest and stomach, his full figure so perfectly illuminated by the dimmed light.. He stood there as I sat up, instantly reaching to touch him as he followed my moves intently.. At that point I was completely lost, running my fingers down his stomach and towards the very edge of his pants, so intently undoing the zipper, yet so lost in this frenzy of desires..

  From full speed, we went to gentleness and intensity.. From instincts we went to emotions so quickly.. The very second I undid his pants, he wrapped his hands over my wrists the same way he did before, making me look up at him.. There was this loss of control in his eyes, same desperation reflecting back in mine.. Craze and ardor that neither of us could handle.

  I already undid his pants and did all the work for him, but he didn't let me go further as for both of us were desperate and sick of foreplay, of teasing and games, and a simple lean from him had me lean down as well.. His eyes came to my level as I stared back watching how he searched mine with such speed I could not follow. Our breaths were sharp, heavy and unfinished.. Our bodies were burning.. Yet we slowed down and stared at each other.

  He let go of my wrists and ran his hand over the side of my shoulder, pulling the strap to the side, yet keeping his eyes on my face, focusing on my parted lips and listening to my sharp breaths..

  "Lay down, baby," And those words were enough for me to push my legs up and scoot back on the bed. When I looked back at him, he had taken down his pants, and had me completely compelled by the sight..

   God, I had never seen such perfect physique on a man, such masculine rough body yet smooth skin that I was desperate to touch.. He was so hard and big, I found myself wondering how he would fit inside me.. But I was too lost and I almost reached out for him again.. So desperate to taste him, or just finally feel him inside me.

  As he crawled on the bed and towards me, I could not follow the intensity that his eyes held over my face, how fascinatingly he searched my whole body, and got close to me until I felt his breath against my lips, only daring me to kiss him.. And I did. I kissed him again like his lips were the air filling my lungs, like this kiss was the cure for this addiction, and he kissed me back returning just the same way..

  The way I was sitting with my bent knees, it was enough for me to straighten up just a bit and push him on the side, until he was on his back hearing him groan against my lips.. He had control over me the whole time, and something inside me screamed to finally get some control myself. So I got on top of him, kissed him and worshiped his lips the same way he did mine, feeling his hands over my hips, my waist, hearing his groans against my lips and his sharp breaths from my acts that were turning into teases.

  I never thought of Ash as someone that a lack of control.. He seemed always put together.. But there was nothing better than seeing a man in a loss of resistance. I loved it. He had roughness in his moves, power and dominance, yet there was gentleness that left me completely faint, almost like I was only giving in more and more..

  No matter the fact that I was on top of him, he was the one that was in control of me, and every woman needed to feel that kind of satisfaction and loss of senses, at least once.. Letting that man that you craved for so badly mark you as his while letting you think that you were the one in control was a feeling that could leave any girl in tenth heaven. Yes, I was on top of him, but he knew exactly when to give me freedom and when to dominate with his..

  Just like in that moment, he pulled away from the kiss, pressing his hands over the sides of my waist and looking me in the eyes for a second, then searching my face and focusing on my still parted lips.

  "Now, where was I?" Was all I heard him groan before he continued the trail of kisses down my neck, my chest, with the same eagerness, causing my head to already sway back.. The very same second he entered me, slowly and gently at first, once again giving me the control I needed to adjust, but I was so eager.. God I felt so hot for him, I couldn't take it anymore.

  I straightened up feeling how he separated his lips from my skin and looked at me with the same fascination that seemed to have me already melting.. It was unbelievable how after so long, I only felt more and more lust towards him, tension that was finally broken and a moment where I finally gave in to my own cravings, knowing that there was no going back now..

  My eyes closed the more he slipped inside me, and I could already feel my own blood rushing with pleasure, my skin burning and my whole body screaming for some release. I held onto him, pushed back and once I was well set and adjusted, I moved my hips in a way that only sharpened my breaths, and made his even rapider. I didn't even notice that because of the eagerness and quickness in our moves, I didn't even get to take off my bra.

  The more I increased my rhythm, the more the pleasure did as well.. I knew that he at first too big for me, but I had adjusted, and no matter the thought of being tired and sore after, I didn't care. I only wished for more. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me. It went from shallow to deep, from slow to quick, from panting to moaning, all in a few minutes.

  I couldn't.. I couldn't get enough for him. And the simple realization that he only gave me more, feeling him return and meet my grinds with his thrusts, I lost it. I lost all control I had left. The pleasure stroke me too hard.. I had never felt anything like that. Anything close to it. My face flushed, my lips parted and my toes curled.. I had no clue what to do with my hands and I almost dropped limp over his chest..

  But the very same second I stopped moving, he continued with a rhythm I could not follow, and I allowed him to have every little drop of control. My body was gripped with this pleasure I could not control, building and exploding inside me. His hands came over my wrists and with a simple pull, he had me lean against him until my face was beside his..

  He pulled my hands behind my back in a way that made me feel helpless, and he knew that drove me even more insane.. But it increased the pleasure, delayed it, as he continued on his own, deep and rough, making me come in millions of pieces. My moans filled the room, my deep breaths, my lips going from parted to trapped between my teeth..

  I could feel his lips at the crook of my neck from the way he held me, my back arched, and his hands holding mine right at the dip of my spine from behind. I was at his mercy and I never felt bigger pleasure. I couldn't believe it.I thought I would faint.

  He went mad, bucked and stopped. He was so deep inside me, it felt as if he was splitting me in two, yet I only pushed down more. How was he holding on? How did he have such control? - were the only two real things that crossed my mind other than, too damn good, repeating and repeating in my head.

  It was as if I had exploded into millions of pieces, and now I was trying to gather my mind, to find my way back to reality, yet I was struggling to. I was drowning on my emotions, on all the sensations that were so powerful, I never wanted that storm to end. It was all instincts and lust, yet it caused all kinds of feelings inside me that I could not deal with.

  It was enough for me to turn my head very slightly to feel his lips brush over mine, to somewhat open my eyes and see the desperate silver ones, illuminated in the dimly lighted room, and staring at mine. I kissed him. I kissed him like his lips were the oxygen that I needed to survive, like it was the last time I would feel his lips on mine, yet little did I know, it only seemed like the begging.

  He pulled out of me and with an effortless push, I was turned on the side now feeling the mattress underneath me. I could feel his breath brushing over my lips as we slightly pulled away, and I had no clue how in the world I could explain to him how many emotions and sensations he had caused to go through me..

  I just knew that I had my hands pressed over the sides of his face, looked at him, and watched the craze and ardor in his eyes as he searched me face, both of us still taking in those deep breaths. I was at a loss of words, lost in the yearning and desires I felt for him.. We both were. Perhaps that's why we went straight at it and didn't even think- well I didn't even think about any kinds of consequences.

  "Ash, we didn't-" I started off, but I couldn't find focus on my words when looking at him, all I could think was, Christ he is damn perfect. "Protection, we need-"

  "Shh," He cut off my breathless words. "I would never do anything to hurt you, darling," Those words were like a sudden rush of warmness poured over my heart. I trusted him, and it only seemed like I was instantly assured how epic the night was about to get.

  He kissed me again. And again.. And again. It was indescribable. Mind-blowing to me of what he was doing to me. With simple kisses, simple words, simple touches.. I had never expected him to be so thoughtful, and gentle and rough at the same time, yet knowing how to keep that perfect mind-losing amount of pleasure constantly to flow underneath my veins.

  I didn't expect that effortless pull he preformed over my bra, pushing it down and almost ripping it, exposing me to him in that finest ways possible, lifting himself up to take in the view and seemingly completely lost in it. I could see the muscles on his arms, on his shoulders flexing as he held himself above me, leaning down and leaving those overwhelmingly addictive wet kisses over my chest, my breasts, my nipples.. My whole soul shook for him.

  I wanted more. He wanted more.. We couldn't get enough of each other. I could feel his wight very slightly over me, his lips moving back over mine, and at the very same second taking my hands and pushing them beside me. Worshiping my lips, he entered me. The slight gasp from me broke the kiss and I looked at him. He stared back. He seemed lost from how intently he searched me face.. Heavy breaths from both sides, desperate gazes too, and nothing but this crazing need for more.

  He caught his rhythm seconds after, and I lost my mind completely. "Oh Ash," Was all that escaped me, raspy and breathless words that were cut by his lips once again pressing over mine, once again kissing me senseless.. Only a deep and hungry movement of our lips that held so many hidden emotions.. It was impossible to explain.

  The adrenaline rushing, the pleasure building filled the dark silence with the heavy breaths, the moans and the whispers, the pleads and the promises.. He brought out the wildest side of me, and I loved every second of it. It was hot and passionate, and everything I had never felt before.. I couldn't believe it.

  He kissed me, I kissed him back. He touched me, I touched him back.. Long moments of seriousness and nothing but pleasure made me almost faint.. Other moments of laughing and foreplay that made me go wild. Hours and hours and there was no end to it. I gave him pleasure, he gave me even more. Rounds after rounds..

  My back arched, my body went senseless every few minutes.. And I couldn't get enough. I gave him more, pushing him over the edge multiple times.. Over my breasts, over my stomach, and both of us were only seeking for more.

  He did something, I copied him. I did something, he did it back.. Touches and kisses that were never enough. He took me from behind, and I only pushed back, wanting to see him lost himself in me again and again and again. We had the house to ourselves, and it didn't take us much convincing.. After so long, we seemed to finally be able to lose ourselves in one another. And there was no end to it.. No end to the new things..

  The whole room rocked that night, and we both left each other constantly senseless, breathless and eager for more.

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  Things went seriously down and pretty hot! Love scenes take the longest to write, but always turn out to be my favorite 😊

  This is a story I truly wish that one day will become a movie.

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