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To think this student survived the entry trial, coming in first place with her partner, and even getting the fiercest golden serpent to befriend them was a sight to see with your own eyes to believe it.
Ophelia Minerva Guinevere.
Turning into the Manga section leaves me tingling with need. I’ve been sexually frustrated for hours, and now that we’re alone, I can’t wait to chase the high of ecstasy with my stubborn best friend.
Best friend.
Not even lover.
Because neither of us is ready to take that step.
Despite us fucking one another and giving a shit about each other’s wellbeing.
The only reason neither of us has pulled the trigger and made this official is because of one simple understanding.
Something is missing.
After today, the answer may besomeone.
The moment we reach the center of the aisle, I’m tugging Orpheus’ hand, so he’ll have no choice but to stop next to me. All he has to do is turn his attention my way for him to be lightly slammed against the shelf and have my body plastered against his.
Our tongues are tied as we desperately kiss away the palpable tension coursing between us.
“Fuck, Daemon,” Orpheus breathes between kisses. “We shouldn’t…”
“You want this more than me,” I interrupt while I tug at my tie until it becomes loose along my collar. I’m grateful I wore one today because it’s going to be put to good use.
“I warned you,” I emphasize and break the heated kiss that’s making my world spin. With his energy rising like mine, it’s best I bring it down a few notches before we knock ourselves out, trying to consume each other with our palpable magic essences.
That’s what happens when you let your magic reign and peak against your intimate lover.
Both elements, especially if opposite, spike until they entwine as one and make an outlet of release or consume the users and knock them both out.
Rather not be found knocked out in this section of the library.
Distracting myself, I tug at Orpheus’ tie, loosening it enough so I can get further access to his neck, which is still sporting the hickey I gave him yesterday.
Or the godly me who likes to do whatever the fuck he wants.
“We could get caught,” he grumbles, then moans when I suck the side of his neck.
The spot that was bitten yesterday is still as sensitive as ever. I enjoy how it makes Orpheus try to squirm away, but between the two of us, I’m actually stronger than him.
Despite my rather ‘soft’ appearance.
“You don’t care about that.” I acknowledge the truth he’ll never admit out loud. Orpheus doesn’t give a hoot about being caught.
What matters to him is who the person is that catches us in the act.
“Daemon,” he groans before I kiss him with far too much dominance that his lips have no choice but to submit to me like his body that further melts against mine.
I kiss and suck, grind and groan into his mouth. He takes my aggression, every bit of it, knowing just how much his submission turns me on. He has no problem being my bottom.
I’m perfectly fine being on top cause that’s how I get exactly what I want.
Breaking the kiss leaves us panting as I press my forehead against his.
“You’re so warm,” he complains, as if my warmth doesn’t drive him wild.
