CONSUMED BY DESIRE

The world outside ceased to exist. In this moment, it was only Ethan and me two souls tangled in a passion so deep, so consuming, it felt like breathing him in was the only way to survive.

His lips moved over my skin with an urgency that sent shivers through me, each kiss a silent promise, each touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

He inserts his fingers into my walls and I makes tricks with my pussy even the best magician make, it start slowly but with time and rhythm of may hips it turn fast like a roller coaster *fuck* I need him in me again but he inserts his fourth finger while cradling my fragile hips.

Circling my clit while sucking them he calls out and says " Hazel baby u're all I want for dinner" and I shivered cause he's all that ever mattered, all that occupied my mind ever since we meet.

My fingers traced the hard lines of his body, feeling every muscle tense beneath my touch.

He groaned, a sound so raw it sent a delicious heat spiraling through me.

" Hazel," he murmured against my neck.

His voice thick with need. "You drive me insane." Grabbing the whole length of his huge veiny cock I slide it onto my mouth, he jerks back for a second due to the electric shock

I gasped as his hands slid lower, gripping my waist as if I were something precious and fragile, yet holding me with the kind of desperation that made my heart race.

I pulled him closer, needing him the way the ocean needs the moon, the way the stars cling to the night sky.

His body was my universe, and I was lost in him.

Ethan's lips found mine again, hungry, demanding. I met his passion with my own, our mouths crashing together in a feverish kiss that left us both breathless.

I arched into him, pressing myself against him as heat coiled between us. His hands roamed my body, setting fire to my skin with every lingering touch.

"I need you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"You have me," he breathed against my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair. "All of me."

The night stretched on in waves of pleasure, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every sigh, every gasp, every whispered name was a melody that only we could hear.

The world outside didn't matter there was no past, no future, only this. Only us.

He worshiped me with his hands, his mouth, his body, as if I were something sacred. And in that moment, I was. With every kiss, every movement, he made me feel like I was the only thing keeping him alive, like our love was the antidote to all the chaos beyond these four walls.

Ethan's hands moved lower, his touch setting my nerves ablaze. I moaned softly as his lips followed, exploring every inch of me as if memorizing my very essence.

I reciprocated, tracing the lines of his torso, my fingers following the ridges of his muscles, relishing the way he shivered under my touch. I wanted him to feel the same fire that burned within me.

"Hazel," he gasped as I pressed my lips to his chest, my tongue flicking teasingly over his skin. "You're dangerous."

I grinned against his skin, nipping lightly before looking up at him. "Only for you."

His response was a growl, low and deep, as he flipped me onto my back, his eyes filled with something feral, something raw. "Then let me show you what that does to me."

He took his time, worshipping my body as if it were art, his lips and hands working in unison to pull every ounce of pleasure from me.

I was drowning in him, in the heat of our connection, in the way our bodies molded together like they were made for each other. There was no hesitation, no second guessing. Just raw, unfiltered need.

And I gave myself to him completely.

The room was filled with sounds of our shared ecstasy whispers of names, moans of pleasure, the rhythmic crash of our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization.

Time no longer existed. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling, this insatiable hunger that refused to be quenched.

We collapsed into each other, bodies slick with sweat, chests rising and falling in unison.

Ethan brushed a damp strand of hair from my face, his gaze filled with something deeper than desire something that felt dangerously close to love.

"I don't ever want to let you go," he admitted, his voice husky and raw.

I pressed my lips to his, my heart pounding as I whispered, "Then don't."

Because I knew, in that moment, that I belonged to him just as much as he belonged to me. And nothing, not the warnings from my friends, not the chaos of the outside world, could change that.