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37°|The weight of wrong

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Ireti's POV

His hands were everywhere.
Hot, rough, sure.

The second the hoodie left my body, goosebumps rushed over my skin, my bra the only barrier between me and the way his chest pressed me back against the wall.

"Damson..." My voice was already trembling. My head was saying no, but the way my thighs squeezed together screamed yes.

He tilted my chin up with one hand, forcing me to look at him, his thumb dragging slow along my jaw. His eyes - God, those eyes - were dark, hungry, and so close I couldn't breathe.

"You ignored me for days," he whispered. His breath was fire against my lips. "But your body-" his hand slid down, cupping the swell of my breast through the bra, my nipple stiff and betraying me, "-your body never lies."

I gasped, sharp, when he tugged the bra strap down my shoulder, the cool air of the penthouse hitting my skin. My nipples hardened even more, tight and aching, and when his thumb brushed over one, I nearly whimpered.

Shame flooded me.
Lust drowned it.

My hands went to his chest, pushing - but weakly. Pathetically. Like I wasn't even trying to escape.

"Damson, we can't-"

His mouth crushed mine before I could finish.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was consuming, deep, a kiss that stole every ounce of willpower from me and replaced it with fire. I clutched at his shirt, nails digging in, as his tongue slid against mine and left me shivering.

By the time he broke away, I was panting, lips swollen, my bra pulled halfway down.

"Say you don't want this," he murmured, lips brushing against my ear as his hand moved lower, pressing against the waistband of my jeans.

I froze. My whole body clenched, heat pulsing deep between my thighs.

I should've said it. I should've told him to stop.

Instead, what came out was a broken, breathless whisper:

"I can't."

His mouth curved into the kind of smirk that both terrified and thrilled me. He kissed down my neck, teeth grazing, sucking just enough to leave me trembling - just enough to mark me.

Then his fingers slipped past the button of my jeans.

My knees nearly buckled.

"see," he muttered against my skin, his hand sliding lower, finding the heat that I couldn't hide anymore. "You're already wet for me."

"Damson-" My voice cracked, half a plea, half a moan, because he was right. I was soaked. The thin fabric of my panties was no protection.

And when his fingers pressed, teasing, slow but deliberate, I arched against him helplessly.

"Fuck..." I gasped, the word falling out before I could stop it.

He groaned low, deep, like the sound of me losing control turned him on even more. His hardness pressed against my hip through his jeans, and the thought of him inside me sent a dangerous thrill ripping through my stomach.

He slid one finger under the fabric, stroking lightly, and my head fell back against the wall. My breath came in ragged bursts. My legs opened without me even realizing it.