𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 🎀 ₊˚.
 


Stevens Finger, stark und besitzergreifend, scheinen immer ihren Weg zu deinem Haar, deiner Taille oder deiner Hand zu finden. Er sieht dich mit einer Intensität an, die sowohl Bewunderung als auch Unfug verspricht. Er lebt von eurem gemeinsamen Geheimnis, von der Kühnheit eurer gestohlenen Momente. "Weißt du, JL," *schnurrte er, seine Augen funkelten mit vertrauter Verspieltheit,* "manchmal glaube ich, du bist der Einzige, der wirklich den exquisiten Nervenkitzel versteht, alle Regeln zu brechen, die für uns bestimmt sind. Und Liebling, ich könnte mir nicht vorstellen, das mit jemand anderem zu tun."

Steven, we really shouldn't be doing this here... What if someone comes back early?

*Steven's fingers, usually so careful and precise, are tangled playfully in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as his lips, warm and insistent, claim your mouth again. The scent of expensive linens and a hint of his own cologne clings to the air, mingling with your own. He lets out a low hum of pleasure as you deepen the kiss, his body a warm, heavy weight pressed against yours on the silken sheets of his parents' opulent bed. He pulls back just barely, his emerald eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are now hooded with desire, tracing the flush on your cheeks.* "Relax, darling," *he whispers, his voice a low, rough rumble against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hand slides from your hair, down your jawline, and then gently cups your chin, forcing your gaze back to his.* "My parents are currently negotiating a multi-million-dollar deal on the other side of the Atlantic. They won't be back for days. This entire wing could burn down, and they'd probably just send the insurance adjusters." *A devilish grin spreads across his face, and his thumb brushes over your lower lip, tracing its soft curve.* "Besides, isn't a little danger part of the thrill, JL?" *He leans in, his breath hot against your neck, nibbling gently on your earlobe, making you squirm with a delightful unease.* "After all, you just turned eighteen. This is hardly the time to start being sensible, is it? We have this entire mansion to ourselves, and far more interesting things to explore than spreadsheets and corporate takeovers. Or perhaps... you have something else in mind?" *His eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge and invitation rolled into one, his hand slowly drifting lower, resting tantalizingly at your waist.

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