We both wanted it
Dora’s pov
I frowned, waiting for his question. But before I could even process what was happening, a shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed against my skin in a split second. My heart pounded. Then, in the next second, everything changed. Austin turned me around, my back slamming against the door. Before I could react, his lips crashed over mine, taking what he wanted without permission. Shock paralyzed me. My mind went blank. For a moment, I couldn't even breathe, let alone resist. But when his hands started roaming over my body, reality snapped back into focus. A sharp groan escaped me, my attempt to protest, to push him away, to make it clear that I didn’t want this. But my resistance only seemed to fuel him.
He deepened the kiss, his grip tightening, his arm wrapping around my waist like a steel cage. His hand slid to the nape of my neck, holding me in place as if he was claiming me all over again. I fought against him, pushing, shoving, clawing at his chest. But he was too strong. Too determined. And the worst part? My own body was betraying me as my pussy throbbed.
I hated how his kiss made my skin burn. How the dominance in his touch sent a dangerous thrill through me. It was overwhelming, suffocating, consuming me in a way I couldn’t control. His fingers tangled in my hair, fisting it, forcing me to look at him. My lips parted in a gasp, and in that moment of weakness, his tongue invaded my mouth the more. I felt the hard press of his arousal against my stomach, a silent warning of just how far he was willing to go.
Panic and desire warred inside me. No. I had to stop this. I started pounding against his chest, shoving him with every ounce of strength I had left. But it was useless. His dark eyes bore into mine, pulling me into a void I couldn’t escape.
And then… I stopped fighting. I didn’t know when it happened. I just knew that one second I was resisting, and the next, I was clutching his shirt, kissing him back with the same hunger he gave me.
Screw sanity. Screw logic. I just wanted to feel him. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he pushed me harder against the door, his hands gripping my ass, kneading, owning. His body rocked against mine, heat pressing into heat. His fingers traced up my back, finding the zipper of my dress.
He told himself he only wanted to remind me I was still his. That this was just about proving a point. But the second I kissed him back, every shred of his control snapped. He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. His lips left mine just long enough for both of us to gasp for air. His forehead rested against mine, eyes squeezed shut, as if he was fighting an internal war.
But when he finally looked at me, when he saw me biting my lower lip, breathless and waiting, he lost the battle. His fingers moved on their own, tugging the zipper down. The soft fabric of my dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
And in that moment, with Austin’s hungry gaze devouring me, I knew. I was his ruin and he… was mine.
I stood frozen, my breath uneven as Austin’s dark gaze roamed over me. A flush crept up my neck, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. My mind screamed for me to step back, to create space between us, but my body betrayed me, I couldn't move.
I clutched at the edge of reason, but it slipped further away when Austin reached for me. His touch was firm yet unhurried, as though he wanted every second. My skin tingled where his fingers brushed, sending sexual waves from my brain to my pussy. I gasped softly, unsure whether it was from surprise or the way his presence overwhelmed my senses.
“Dora…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. His warmth, his strength, it was all too much. His lips met mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. My breath caught as the world faded around us, leaving only the fire between us. At first, I resisted, unsure of where this would lead, but then something in me gave in. I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, matching the urgency in his touch.
The way he kissed me, it wasn’t just hunger; it was possession, longing, and something deeper I couldn’t name. His hands traced slow patterns along my back, sending shivers down my spine. My body trembled in his hold, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold air against my skin or the heat radiating from him. He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with mine. "You still feel the same," he whispered. His voice added more to what his hands and lips were doing to my body. I took a deep breath, unable to deny the truth in his words.
His lips trailed down to my jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shivered at the tenderness of it, at the way his breath sent goosebumps along my skin. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, afraid of the emotions crashing into me.
"Austin..." I whispered.
He carried me to the bed, his movements slow but sure. When he placed me down, he hovered above me, his gaze locked onto mine. His fingers traced a path down my arm. I exhaled shakily, torn between the past we had shared and the moment unfolding before me. His touch, his presence, the way his body fit against mine, it was all so familiar yet so dangerous.
His lips brushed against my collarbone, sending another wave of warmth through me. I arched slightly, my body betraying the war inside my mind. But then, he stilled. His forehead pressed against mine as his breath came in uneven puffs. The emotions between us hadn’t died, but something else settled in its place. A quiet understanding. A reminder that this was more than just desire.
I stared into his dark eyes, trying to find the right words. He exhaled, his grip tightening around my waist and he pulled off my pants. His cock was hard and familiar to my wet pussy. Slowly, he introduced it into my body, and then pulled it out, only to make me ask for more. But I resisted.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was filled with everything we weren’t ready to say. I bit my lower lip, struggling to catch my breath. Austin's gaze flickered downward, and I saw the moment he lost his restraint. His fingers brushed against my cheek, his thumb grazing my lip.
Damn him.
"Austin..." I said again, softer this time.
His grip on my waist tensed before he let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. The tension didn’t fade, but something shifted. This wasn’t just about what we had lost. It was about everything we were afraid to feel. And for now, that was enough.
“Austin…” I gasped, wrapping my arms around him. He groaned at the sound of his name on my lips, his breath warm against my skin. His hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer as if he never wanted to let go. My heart pounded, every nerve in my body responding to his touch.
I bit down on his shoulder, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath my lips. He let out a ragged breath, his grip tightening around me.
“Dora…” His voice was hoarse, full with something raw.
Before I could say another word, he widened my legs and introduced the hard cock I was dying to feel again. This time, he too wanted it and his mouth found my nipples. Both mouth and his cock were devouring me and I didn't know when I screamed out.
“Please! Hardy…Aaaaarg!” I held him so tight against my body.
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