arms around him. At her surrender, he softened the kiss and licked her lips before giving them a soft nip. Egging him on, she moaned. Their breathing became labored, and he removed her jacket. Then he snaked his hand inside her shirt to rub one of her hard nubs. Even with her bra on, electric shock waves shot to her lower belly.
Enjoying the passion between us one more time wouldn't hurt, would it? She could enjoy his body one last time before walking away. Her hands found their way under his shirt, and she massaged his warm skin. He trailed short kisses down her neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip. She needed his hands on her bare skin, so she stepped away and pulled off her shirt. He smiled and nibbled on her shoulder.
Through her haze, she remembered why she'd come here. She didn't want Traye to get the better of her and somehow change her mind. This would be the end.
Traye lifted his head, his scowl deep, his eyes glazed. "What's wrong? You seem miles away. I'm hoping to change your mind, you know." He reached into her lacy red bra and rubbed, pinched, and rolled her nipple. "When we're married, we can do this all the time."
"You think that if you get me into bed, I'll forget my father's order?" Even to her own ears, her voice came out raw with passion. A moan escaped her lips, and she grabbed his forearms before she collapsed. She didn't want to give in so easily, yet at the same time she couldn't force her legs to move and walk away.
Traye smiled, and she wanted to devour the dirty grin from his lips. She could find no reason to resist his passionate touch. One last time, then she'd walk away, leaving him wanting and yearning for what he'd screwed up. After this, she wouldn't talk to him, look at him, or yearn for him.
"I think I can make you surrender to me and forget why we're here, and that will help change your mind. I'm in this for the long haul. You won't believe me. So let me show you. Kiss me, love me, and in the end I believe you'll be satisfied I'm the one you are meant to be with."
No I want you or I love you. His words sealed what she believed. That nothing had changed, that her father's demands had produced this seduction. Maybe this time, she'd teach good old, honorable Traye a lesson. One more passionate union wouldn't hurt. No, not at all. It'd give him one more thing to want and not have, like he'd done to her for so long.
Victoria grabbed Traye's waist, yanked him closer, and met his mouth with a vengeance. Their tongues dueled while he removed her bra and she rubbed against his swollen erection confined inside his jeans.
He peeled off her pants and silk bikini bottoms. When he knelt to push them pass her knees, she whimpered. She wanted his hot skin against her, so she pulled him to his feet. His wide hands surrounded her butt cheeks, and he squeezed them. Her tongue flicked over his chest. He buried his fingers in the slick valley between her legs. Her knees buckled.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him while their tongues and lips feasted hungrily on one another. If this was going to be their last union, Victoria planned to make it one hot journey.
He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and knelt on the bed. With a gentle push, he urged her to crawl toward the headboard. Their hands and lips kneading and biting, they stretched out beside each other. Victoria's skin burned with desire at every touch.
Traye pushed himself on top of her. She separated her legs and allowed him to drive himself hard into her, then raised her hips and took him to the hilt. He nuzzled her neck, and she bit his shoulder, leaving a mark. She wanted this time to last forever, but her body defied her and he brought her to peak too fast. Seconds later, he followed suit. His breathing heavy, he rested his head against her shoulder.
Victoria sighed. She was sorry it had ended so soon, but this time she would walk away and never return. "That was
Enjoying the passion between us one more time wouldn't hurt, would it? She could enjoy his body one last time before walking away. Her hands found their way under his shirt, and she massaged his warm skin. He trailed short kisses down her neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip. She needed his hands on her bare skin, so she stepped away and pulled off her shirt. He smiled and nibbled on her shoulder.
Through her haze, she remembered why she'd come here. She didn't want Traye to get the better of her and somehow change her mind. This would be the end.
Traye lifted his head, his scowl deep, his eyes glazed. "What's wrong? You seem miles away. I'm hoping to change your mind, you know." He reached into her lacy red bra and rubbed, pinched, and rolled her nipple. "When we're married, we can do this all the time."
"You think that if you get me into bed, I'll forget my father's order?" Even to her own ears, her voice came out raw with passion. A moan escaped her lips, and she grabbed his forearms before she collapsed. She didn't want to give in so easily, yet at the same time she couldn't force her legs to move and walk away.
Traye smiled, and she wanted to devour the dirty grin from his lips. She could find no reason to resist his passionate touch. One last time, then she'd walk away, leaving him wanting and yearning for what he'd screwed up. After this, she wouldn't talk to him, look at him, or yearn for him.
"I think I can make you surrender to me and forget why we're here, and that will help change your mind. I'm in this for the long haul. You won't believe me. So let me show you. Kiss me, love me, and in the end I believe you'll be satisfied I'm the one you are meant to be with."
No I want you or I love you. His words sealed what she believed. That nothing had changed, that her father's demands had produced this seduction. Maybe this time, she'd teach good old, honorable Traye a lesson. One more passionate union wouldn't hurt. No, not at all. It'd give him one more thing to want and not have, like he'd done to her for so long.
Victoria grabbed Traye's waist, yanked him closer, and met his mouth with a vengeance. Their tongues dueled while he removed her bra and she rubbed against his swollen erection confined inside his jeans.
He peeled off her pants and silk bikini bottoms. When he knelt to push them pass her knees, she whimpered. She wanted his hot skin against her, so she pulled him to his feet. His wide hands surrounded her butt cheeks, and he squeezed them. Her tongue flicked over his chest. He buried his fingers in the slick valley between her legs. Her knees buckled.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him while their tongues and lips feasted hungrily on one another. If this was going to be their last union, Victoria planned to make it one hot journey.
He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and knelt on the bed. With a gentle push, he urged her to crawl toward the headboard. Their hands and lips kneading and biting, they stretched out beside each other. Victoria's skin burned with desire at every touch.
Traye pushed himself on top of her. She separated her legs and allowed him to drive himself hard into her, then raised her hips and took him to the hilt. He nuzzled her neck, and she bit his shoulder, leaving a mark. She wanted this time to last forever, but her body defied her and he brought her to peak too fast. Seconds later, he followed suit. His breathing heavy, he rested his head against her shoulder.
Victoria sighed. She was sorry it had ended so soon, but this time she would walk away and never return. "That was
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