endless edits of ravenna astrape 1 / ?
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she knew the game she was playing, preying on his possessive nature as she walked through his club in a short, tight dress. it wasn’t her fault that a man was carried out unconscious he had put his arm around Ravenna’s waist even after her clear refusal of his advances & unfortunately for the man, Dom spied the encounter from his office above the club.
@xkingpin ( dom → ravenna ) : [ TIE ] ; the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.
to the victor, goes the spoils & Ravenna certainly feels victorious. he has her bent over his desk, one large hand holding her’s against the base of her spine as the other works her thong down her legs, fingertips teasing her folds as they remove the thin, lacy garment. ❝ don’t like my outfit ? ❞ head turns to rest her cheek on the cool wood, sea - green eyes able to steal a look at his handsome face & red stained lips curl into a devilish grin. breath catches when fabric replaces his touch, stretching tight over wrists to tie them securely behind her back. then his palms slide up the backs of her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress over round cheeks & exposing her to the cool air. ❝ now what, Antonio ? ❞
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@hcrde ( garfield → ravenna ) : ❛ i wanna do bad things to you. ❜
a pleasurable shiver rolls down her spine, his words whispered against the shell of her ear & she has to take a deep breath through her nose as a heat pools in her core. eyes find his in the mirror, dark sea - green meet glowing emerald & she’s nearly undone by just his gaze alone. his palms burn her hips through the fabric of the shirt she’s stolen from his side of the closet, his grip will leave bruises but she doesn’t care they’ll be gone by morning ( a fact that she hates ). how did getting ready for bed turn into this ?
teeth nip the corner of her mouth, back arching just enough to barely press her ass against him before turning in his hold. doe - eyes look up at him through thick lashes, hands brushing up his arms until she can wrap them around his shoulders. ❝ good . . . ❞ pushing up on the tips of her toes, lips ghost along the column of his neck in a slow search for his. ❝ . . . i love when you do bad things to me. ❞
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