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@byrcnic asked ❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞ he growls into quinn's ear / because it's sinday

Jesus Christ. Every time they were together, it was always like this. Quinn's body reacted in such a way to his proximity. The way his rough hands felt touching her skin. Igniting the fire within. Mouths meshed, as their tongues battled, fighting for dominance. Which she readily gave into. Melting into his touch. Within moments, their clothes were shed. He was bending her body in such a way that he had her screaming his name. Her body was a temple, but it was his. She was his. The blonde was desperate and wanton, and when he took her from behind, he entered her tight canal. "Fuck, Peter. Yes," she cried out unashamedly. "I love it when you have your wicked way. Take me...take me," she pleaded as she pushed her backside further into him.

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An awkward chuckle left Paige's lips at his question. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, as her mouth opened. Her orbs studied his features as they flickered from his eyes to his lips. "Oh, you mean one round wasn't enough?" she questioned as a small smile graced her lips. A low hum of satisfaction escaped, "I think…I like the sound of that," she murmured. Her eyes fluttered momentarily as he grasped the back of her neck. Her hands cupped his cheek and pulled him closer into a feverish kiss.

@ofinfinitedreams liked this for a starter from Mason for anyone

"What?" Mason raised one eyebrow. "You're asking me if you'll see me again? Sounds like you're planning to leave already." He looked at her, then shook his head, a low chuckle escaped his throat. "Nah, I don't think I'm letting you go yet." He gripped her by the back of her neck to pull her close again.

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Derek had thoroughly ravished her being, yet Celeste still craved more. There would be no position or scenario that she wouldn't be into no doubt. She trusted him implicitly in everything they did of a sexual nature. Obviously, she also trusted him outside their escapades, it goes without saying. She loved him after all. Her heart belonged to him. She grinned brightly as his words resonated in her ears. Her eyes fluttered as she felt his digits slide across her slick folds, before she licked his fingers clean of her juices. "Damn, baby," she muttered. Hot as hell. "Mmm. As you wish," she answered seductively. She graciously got on her knees, and placed a soft kiss at the tip. She let her tongue slide across from the base to the tip. Her mouth parted as she slowly enveloped around his mushroomed head, taking him in inch by inch, til he hit the back of her throat. Celeste hummed against him letting the vibrations stir him, as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her skilled fingers wrapped around what her mouth couldn’t, whilst the other one tugged his sac.

If Derek had it his way, he would be fucking Celeste all day, he would have her in every single way. Would eat her out, would have her bounce on him, he would fuck her face, take her from behind. He would do every single position in the book and then some just for the fun of it, to keep things entertaining for their bodies. ❝ It's so delicious how wet you get, how you're always dripping for more. ❞ He slide his middle finger along her folds to feel that wetness that he always made before bringing it to take it in his mouth. ❝ Fuck.. Take care of me in every way baby. ❞ He cursed as his eyes followed her hair to his new growing erection that was being engulfed in her hand.

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At that moment in time, Jordan felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world. To have found the one, the person that she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Killian was someone who she would never tire of, it wouldn't be possible. Everything she did. She lived and breathed for him. A blissful hum fell from her lips, as her eyelids fluttered as he lightly brushed stray strands of hair out of her face. The smile of hers matched his. His words only made her heart burst full of love. "God, you're so sweet. I really do love you. I can't wait. Let's do it now. I'm ready, and I want to move as soon as possible, baby," she cooed. "Never a night spent alone anymore," she stated with a grin. "To be able to have you is the most precious thing," she added with pure joy and excitement, as her arms wrapped around him tighter.

To find your person in life felt like a near impossible task. Normally people settled it seemed like. That was what it looked like in Killian's eyes. Every couple he'd seen they didn't seem as in love with that person, like it consumed their every well being like it did for him with Jordan. It engulfed everything he was. There was a grin that grew on his lips as he brushed her blonde locks behind her ear looking at her. ❝ No amount of time is too soon. Now. Right this second. Move in. Be here with me always. ❞ He spoke as he pulled her body on top of him. She was his drug, his heart and soul.

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The pleasure that was building within was insurmountable. Having his digits inside her wet heat was heavenly. Marcus was taking Jordan to new heights, far better than his brother was capable of. The blonde also hadn't been sleeping with her fiancé for quite some time. She couldn't in good conscience since she was in love with his brother. She didn't care about the consequences anymore. Who can put a price on true love? Soft mewls and purrs of sheer ecstasy fell from her lips. Her back arched as she rocked her hips against his hand. "Oh fuck, Marcus," she cried in utter elation, as her body was wracked with unadulterated pleasure. "Yes, yes," she screamed as the waves washed over her. His name falling from her lips like a mantra. Her sweet nectar coating his fingers as she climaxed hard, her walls spasmed around him.

Marcus could get in so much trouble for knowing her body this way. He should not be familiar with his brother's future wife in a way that his brother was not. He should not know how it feels to be inside her, how to find her sweet spot, how to make her whimper and moan. But he did know and he didn't care that he wasn't supposed to know, "That's it, baby girl," he cooed, urging her on to create more sweets sounds as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, thumb pressed against her clit, "Let me hear you. No one else is listening. This is just for me."

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Summer was busting with pride at George's words of reassurance. The smile on the blonde's face was as infectious as her smile. A low hum of appreciation expelled from her lips. "Oh George," she stated wistfully. "I'm so glad. I thought it was a wonderful day too. Mmm. It is. I couldn't agree more. It's perfect," she agreed.

While gifts and treats were nice, they weren't the most important thing. That wasn't why she was with him. She loved him not for what he bought her. More often than not, the time they shared simply in each other's arms, were her favorite. As the peacefulness and tranquility washed over her. The intimacy shared was fantastic, and it wasn't just the sex, while that alone was mind-blowing. Being enveloped in his warm embrace. Taking his comfort soothed her and calmed her down when she needed it most.

"Mmm. It is. It's lovely," she cooed as she snuggled further into him, resting her head upon his chest. "I couldn't be happier. Thank you, baby," she stated sweetly and placed her lips on his in a chaste kiss.

“I had a wonderful time today Summer”, George assured her as his arm instinctively wrapped around her smaller form. “This is a perfect way to end the day, you and me, here on the couch, together like this…”

While the day was lavish and exciting, the moments of calmness and intimacy were what George liked best. Even if he wasn’t straight up fucking her, George liked having Summer in his arms like this.

“This is nice”, George told Summer as he cuddled with her, “This is real nice.”

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Franciska had more than her fair share of men like Jax thinking that they could approach her with business. Yet, there was just something about him that was different from the rest, and if truth is to be told. She was rather enjoying their interaction. He wasn't shouting or being thoroughly aggressive like most men thought they should be, and he was playing into her movements every step. Testing her boundaries more purposefully than most. The older woman could tell that this proposition could be beneficial, and she wasn't stupid. She had to give him credit where credit was due. The brunette's lips formed into a smirk at his question, while her hand was still upon his chest, her eyes darted toward where he lightly grasped her wrist. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of the pull and effect he had on her. She had to remain stoic and unaffected. A low hum expelled from her lips, "I can already sense that about you," she murmured as she cleared her throat.

What the hell was happening? She had to respect the man, simply put. Her eyes narrowed as she listened. He seemed to have her pegged perfectly. Her teeth chewed into her lower lip at the feel of his hand upon her waist. Her own automatically reached out and placed her hand on top, not to remove it. She didn't know what for. Her chocolate orbs studied him with fascination. Her head tilted to the side, deep in thought.

Letting his suggestion mull over her before she spoke, "You are something Jax," her voice lighthearted, "I'll give you that. But, I think I can agree to your terms," she stated in amusement. Her hand finally pushed his hand aside so that she could move and step aside. Sauntering behind her desk, her hips swayed with purpose. Franciska bent down into her drawer and, lo and behold, pulled out a bottle of bourbon. "Will this whet your appetite?" she questioned with a hint of playfulness. She then reached higher in the cupboards and settled two glasses upon her desk as well. 

Jax’s grin deepened the moment she called him young man. It was like a match to dry paper — her tone had shifted, her posture loosened, and that smile, barely there, said more than her words ever could. He didn’t move when her hand pressed against his chest. In fact, he leaned into it — just slightly — letting the warmth of her palm linger against the leather of his cut. “You really gonna make me wait three days?” he murmured, voice low, smooth, and just rough enough to curl around her spine. His hand reached up, slow, and gently closed over her wrist — not to stop her, not to move her — but to feel her. To make sure she knew he wasn’t some impatient kid playing business with a woman like her. He leaned in, just enough for his breath to ghost the shell of her ear. “See, I’m the type of guy who doesn’t like delays. Especially when the deal’s already been made.”

His thumb brushed lightly against her pulse, then he let her go — gently, deliberately. “You’ve already made your decision, Franciska. You want this. You just haven’t admitted how much.” Jax stepped in again, slower this time, invading her space not to dominate, but to occupy. His palm rested on her waist, fingers splaying against the sharp line of her blazer, steady, warm. His eyes dropped to her lips for a brief moment — casual, shameless — before lifting back to hers with that same crooked smirk.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” he said, tone half-drawl, half-command. “You pour us two drinks. I sign tonight. And we seal it like grown-ups.” He leaned in just a breath closer, his voice dropping like honey laced with smoke. “Unless, of course, you like watching me walk out that door with your name still on my tongue and your deal still unsigned.”

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Paige was more than delighted to know that little Alexander was in Tommy's capable hands. She just has a feeling he's going to be the best father he can be to their little one. Once upstairs and after a few minutes of letting the warm water run, filling up the bathtub, she disrobed and stepped into the tub. A blissful sigh tumbled from her lips as she sunk lower into the water, letting the bubbles cover her body. Resting her head against the wall, as her eyes fluttered shut. There were no worries, just relief to have some alone time for a short while. Thoughts drifted as to what was happening downstairs, but she wasn't concerned. Tommy would have it all in hand.

Falling asleep was a privilege she hadn't had in a long while. Waking up after at least half an hour, the water was getting cold, and she was starting to prune. Though she regrets none of it. Breathing deeply as she stepped out and toweled herself off. Putting on her nightwear, and finding her robe on the back of the door, she slipped it on and headed downstairs. The sight before her tugged on her heart strings. It was the perfect picture. What a wonderful sight it was. Feelings of elation coursed through, as she smiled brightly. Inching closer, resting her hand on the back of the chair. "Hey you. I knew you would," she teased as her eyes shone, tears of joy threatened to escape. "Let's put him to bed, so we can have a talk," she murmured.

Tommy settled into the quiet of the room with Alexander resting against his shoulder, the soft crackle of the fire filling the silence Paige left behind. As the sound of water upstairs confirmed she was finally getting the long bath she deserved, he began pacing slowly, finding a steady rhythm both for himself and the baby. “Your mum’s earned this,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting Alexander’s position as the boy wriggled. “She’s been doing all of it while I’ve been off... handling things.” There was guilt laced in his tone, though he didn’t name it. He didn’t need to.

He rocked the baby with deliberate patience, whispering the odd word here and there, anything to tire the boy out and keep the house quiet for Paige. “We’ll keep her up there as long as we can, yeah? Let her breathe.” Alexander blinked slowly, little fists curling against his father’s chest. Tommy smirked faintly. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m new to this, but I reckon I’ve seen worse. You can cry later—give your mum a bloody hour.” By the time Paige finally came downstairs, wrapped in warmth and silence, Tommy had settled into the armchair, one hand cradling their now-sleeping son, the other resting on his chest.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “He gave me a bit of fight,” he said quietly, “but I won.”

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Paige was moving with abandon against him. Such desperation oozed from her pores as she sought her release as well as to bring him to the brink. Her walls clenched around his hefty cock, dragging him deeper inside her warmth. Soft mewls and whimpers fell as he thrust upwards. It felt amazing, unlike no other. Working herself into such a frenzy, it was unbelievable how much her body wanted and needed him so badly.

His hands tangled in her messy, wet hair, letting him expose her throat. Her eyelids fluttered at the sensations he evoked. The brunette hummed in delight, as he encouraged her. "Yes, yes," she cried in ecstasy.

"Fuck, Cy," she cooed blissfully, as she grinded against him. "Cum with me, my love," she coaxed. The bubbling sensation was stirring deep in her stomach as she felt the tightening. The friction was becoming unbearable, her orgasm was on the verge of exploding she was so close. Her eyelids fluttered, and her head flew back in sweet rapture. "Fill me up,” she breathed harshly as her walls spasmed around him. She cried out in pleasure as the waves crashed over her being, and her body shook. His name falling from her lips like a mantra.

Cyril gripped her hips tightly, feeling the exquisite pressure building at the base of his spine. The forbidden nature of their relationship only heightened every sensation, making his cock throb painfully inside her. In this moment, nothing existed beyond Paige's tight heat clenching around him and the intoxicating sounds spilling from her lips.

Cyril slid one hand up her slippery back to tangle in her wet hair, pulling just enough to expose the elegant column of her throat. "That's it, my sweet, naughty sister," he growled, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Take what you need from me."

He thrust upward to meet her movements, water sloshing violently around them. Cyril couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she rode him. "Take me with you," he panted, feeling himself stir in his loins. The way she could quickly take him to peak drove him mad. "I want to fill you, baby," he crooned, kissing her neck.

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Celeste's sexual appetite and libido never waned, the blonde always aching for more, despite being thoroughly fucked and ravished by him. While her body did need the reprieve from time to time, her mind was telling her absolutely no rest for the wicked, and that she'd be a glutton for punishment. But what a way to go though. Death by sex, she mused with a soft chuckle escaping. She was insatiable. Her body still thrummed with excitement. She hummed blissfully at his words, "I love you wet you make me. I love how hard you get," she answered with desire. "Mmm, that sounds perfect, baby," she cooed. "How about I take care of you again?" she murmured as her hands reached between a lightly grasped his cock.

Filling inside of her, letting her walls hold his shaft before he pulled out, he was addicted to Celeste. He could go all day and night if his body allowed him to. Overall he had pretty good stamina, a pretty good come back time between times of pleasure. ❝ I love how wet you always are. ❞ He mused feeling her dripping on top of him, a mixture of his seed and her own. It made his cock throb as he pulled her neck down to meet him. ❝ I could wreck you all day if my body let me. ❞ He mused as he rolled her hips along him once more.

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Jordan couldn't be more happier that she had found the one with Killian. He got her. It was as simple as that. Everything they did and had made her incredibly ecstatic. He was her soulmate. A soft hum of delight emitted from her throat as he wrapped his strong arms around her. The blonde loved being enveloped by his warmth. He always managed to ground her and calm her whenever she was full of chaotic energy. Stirring the urges within, His proclamation of love floated into her ears, her smile widened as it made her feel giddy with excitement. "I love you. I love you more," she giggled. She nodded eagerly, "how soon is too soon?" she questioned cheekily. She would pack up her things at this instant if she could.

There was pure love and adoration for Jordan. He couldn't have asked for a better partner, someone he wanted to share his life with. She was the person he wanted to share it with, to have her by his side forever and always. He was addicted to her, hooked in the scent of her sweet skin, hooked on the taste of her plump lips, he was simply just hooked. He wrapped his strong arms around her fully as there was always this heat and spark between them. ❝ I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you. ❞ He gushed with a grin on his lips. It was always so hard not to touch her to hear the purrs of her moans. ❝ We should move you in as soon as possible. ❞

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There wasn't a time when Kira didn't let her libido take control. Why should she abstain from one of life's greatest pleasures? While Martin wasn't her typical sort of partner, his profession for one is a mystery. Yet, their undeniable attraction upon first meeting was simply too strong, and well. Now that she had him, she didn't want to let him go. Her playful and frisky side is on show as ever. Upon hearing his nickname for her, a soft chortle fell from her lips. "I can't help it. You shouldn't be looking the way you do," she teased. "I know you want me too, I can feel it," her voice smooth like honey, whilst her lips were close to his ears.

Martin hated having people sneak up behind him. Most of the time anyway. Kira was the glaring exception. How he’d landed a fine, upstanding, gal like the art teacher, he’d never understand. Mobsters weren’t supposed to have wives and girlfriend who were squeaky clean. Well, at least professionally so. Kira was such a firecracker at home. This morning was no exception.

“Kiki, behave. At least let me put down the spatula before you try to climb me like a tree.”

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The immense pleasure that was building within was overpowering Lyla's senses. She moved her body sensually, pressing her ass back against him, as he continued his powerful movements. Her walls clenching around him, he fit perfectly inside of her. He was made for her. Soft mewls and whimpers of delight expelled from her lips, her eyes fluttering at the sensations, before she tried to focus on the extraordinary view. His words, his growl that resonated in her ears, were heavenly. So sexy. She hummed blissfully, as he brought her to new heights. "God, Cy…you have no idea," she mumbled. "Ever since I first saw you, I knew," she admitted in the throes of passion. "Jesus," she cooed, before a soft groan of her own tumbled from her mouth.

Her breathing became harsh as she could feel the stirrings start to rise. "So close…come with me," she pleaded between pants. Sharp cries of delight expelled as he pounded into her, with each vicious thrust. The raven-haired was in a daze, yet she managed to catch his words. "Yes… Yes please. Now come with me," she coaxed with a groan, as she was unable to stop as her body involuntarily shuddered as the waves washed over her. Crying his name in ecstasy.

Cyril tightened his grip on Lyla's hips, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch. The cityscape sprawled out before them through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, lights twinkling like earthbound stars. He could see their reflection in the glass—her body pressed against the transparent barrier, his muscular form towering behind her.

"Look at you," he growled, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her raven locks. "Taking my cock so well. So wet for me - have you always been this eager to fuck your boss?" He yanked her head back gently, exposing the elegant column of her throat. "I love how you scream for me when I'm fucking you, Lyla. It's the prettiest sound next to the noise of you cumming for me."

The primal possession he felt watching her—this sophisticated woman coming undone against the window—drove him to thrust deeper, harder. Her wetness coated him, the obscene sounds of their coupling echoing in the spacious room. "Hm, will you let me keep you. I wonder?... fucking you behind my wife's back. Would you like that?"

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Thea was beyond thrilled with what had just transpired, an intense round of love-making, which she thought would never happen. The euphoria that filled her as she basked in contentment, a satiated smile etched upon her features. There was never any doubt that she wouldn't be staying the night. She definitely wanted to. A soft hum escaped her, as she snuggled closer to him. Their bodies melded perfectly, as a wave of happiness washed over her. She could stay like that for a while, she mused.

Though Erik had other plans, as he moved. Her eyes fluttered at the light caress of her calf, causing her body to shiver. As his words floated to her ears, the brunette couldn't be more pleased. "Mmm. Exactly where I want to be," she teased with a shy smile. He lifted her with ease as they made their way towards his bedroom, and placed her down on his sheets. Her hands spread. "I like the sound of that," she murmured. She had liked him long before he became her boss. "This is more than just a night for me," she muttered. A soft whimper emitted as his captured hers. Her hands reached to cup his cheeks as she poured her heart and soul into the kiss.

Erik basked in the euphoria of the moment, his thoughts a jumble of disbelief and a giddy sense of triumph. He had craved her for so long, imagined her like this—glowing and tender��and now here she was, all warm breaths and limbs tangled with his as their hearts raced in unison. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulled her close, reluctant to let go of the dream come true.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice a velvety growl, as he lifted her and laid her beside him. The way her body melded to his and her quiet giggles stirred something deep and primal inside him, an ache that was equal parts yearning and fulfilment. Her skin was damp and fragrant, an intoxicating mix of perfume and sweat that spoke of their feverish coupling.

He rose from the couch, tracing his fingers along her calf as he stood, savouring the shiver it sent through her before he moved to take her in his arms and started taking the steps upstairs to his bedroom and lay her down in the sheets. “You’ll be in my bed if you’re staying in.” He followed, lying down and capturing her lips.

“You can have me as long as you like. Hopefully…when this is all over and done with. The work - I'll want you still,” he murmured as he kissed her again.

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Quinn had spent most of her life hiding who and what she truly was. An Omega. The blonde would douse herself in perfumes and lotions to mask her scent, and for her to be able to live life as a Beta. She should've known spending time with Peter, and simply enjoying his company would affect her. The moment her hands cupped his cheeks, his reaction towards her, made her realize her mistake. Her mouth opened and closed, as she retracted her hands. Her eyes closed as his words resonated in her ears. She knew she was in trouble. "Shit, Peter! I-I can explain," she muttered in apology, whilst she stepped back, distancing herself, giving him the space he needed. Yet, her eyes remained firmly upon his as she wrapped her arms around herself, as her inner wolf was screaming.

"What's wrong?" He repeated her words and frowned, gazing at her through piercing blue eyes.

But when her hand reached up and soft fingers touched his cheek, he flinched as if he'd been burnt.

He closed his eyes as if not seeing her would help. He shook his head as if he could deny that he still saw her image clearly in his head. And where her fingers has touched he still felt that warmth. And the need to feel more grew stronger.

"It's becoming too hard to control myself around you. And I don't know why." Or maybe he did know and just wouldn't want it to be true.

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Franciska took the time to let her hazel hues peruse over his form, over the top of her glasses. Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, he had guts, and she had to give him where credit was due. A small amount of admiration could be shown. For if he was any other man, he wouldn't be sitting where he was. She would've kicked him out the second he stepped foot through her door, before he even spoke. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Good," she murmured as he agreed, with a low hum and a slight nod. "Mmm. That would be most wise," she stated assuredly. Her lips turned into a smirk. She raised her chin as he stepped closer, a sharp intake of breath as her gaze locked with his.

Her head tilted to the side as he gave her the once over. Trying to intimidate her, she could at least entertain the thought she supposed. Her brows raised, she shouldn't have been surprised by his actions, not in the slightest. Yet, here she was. Semi-pleased, he gave as good as he got. Shaking her head in distaste with his words. Was he wrong? Maybe...maybe not. She placed her hands upon her desk, as she slowly started to rise out of her seat. Her orbs looking him up and down, "Touché, Mister," this could be fun, she mused.

A deep breath expelled from her lungs, as she placed a hand upon her hips. She nodded, it's true. They were infamous...for all the wrong reasons, but they got jobs done. A short, "hmph,". He kept on moving closer, into her own space. Where were the boundaries? He was certainly trying to get her flustered. Not working. His voice was low, as his words resonated in her ears. Starting to see him for what he truly was. An enigma. "Alright, young man..." she's changed her tune, clearly. "You're direct. That approach is one I can get behind," she replied, her tone low. The brunette woman turned to her side, and placed a hand on his chest, to move him back slightly. Space. Please. An honest to God chuckle left her lips at his final words. "I'm seeing that. Alright, I think we can come to some sort of agreement. "Let me write a contract within a few days, and you can come back to sign. How about that?" she queried with a hint of a smile breaking through her facade.

Jax took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slow as his eyes held hers — steady, unreadable, but with just enough pull to make the space between them feel charged. Franciska’s growl didn’t rattle him; it made his mouth curve slightly, slow and knowing. Her control was obvious — sharp posture, clipped tone, cold calculation. He respected that. Hell, he liked that. "No ‘darlin’, got it," he murmured, voice low, smoky. "Wouldn’t want to crawl under that skin too soon." But his tone said otherwise — like he knew he already had. When she took her glasses off and called him little boy, that smile returned — but it changed. Slower. Darker. He stepped forward just enough to let her feel the heat off his body, his voice dropping to something quieter… more intimate.

"You can throw around that ‘little boy’ line all you want," he said, eyes flicking from her mouth to her throat, then back to her eyes. "But if I were really just a boy, you wouldn’t be looking at me like that." His thumb tapped ash from his cigarette without breaking eye contact. "Wouldn’t be raising your chin like you want to stay above me… while part of you’s already wondering what I’d feel like between your legs and not just in your business." He paused, let the silence stretch, let her feel him sizing her up — not like prey, but like a rival worth devouring slowly.

“You know SAMCRO. You know we don’t knock unless there’s a reason. I came here because I need something — and because I know you’re the type who doesn’t waste time on men who can’t hold your attention.” He flicked the cigarette to the floor and stepped in close enough for his voice to brush her ear. “So let’s drop the act. You want power, control — I get it. But you also want someone who doesn’t flinch when you bare your teeth. That’s me.”

Then, just a breath away from her lips, he added, low and smooth, “And trust me, sweetheart… you’ve never had a man like me in your room before.”