just a notch in the bedpost , lilah

[DARIEN EVAN WRIGHT]

a shift in the way that darien was living was needed, he had to be two different people and one of which, was a complete lie. the male was not romantic, he had no feeling toward the woman that he claimed to love and desired to spend his life with (unless possession was technically considered a feeling), he had marked his claim on her well before the ring but that ring had been on her finger for some time, with no progress further, the proposal was enough in his head. slipping the key into the slot, he gave it a click and even that sounded different to him, the echo was different, the pressure it took to turn the door was different which would indicate that the lock had not been used—or was new. his eye brow raised as he turned the knob slowly and gave the door a shove like he used to have to in order to unstick it, it was then the door swung open and he felt an throbbing begin in his shoulder that he had charged the door with. his bag dropped to the ground and he furrowed his brows to the sight of the new things that were surrounding, just the foyer, of his house. ”babe!?”

[/i] he called out to his fiancé, nothing but an echo being returned to him as he took cautious steps from the foyer to the living room and scowled. ”fucking bitch..”[/i] he muttered under his breath to the sight of new furniture, different curtains, even the carpet was changed—he had been gone for two days on a business trip, an actual one, and had returned to this. his fists were balled in his hands as he looked around to find new pictures on the wall, his television gone and in place was a large cabinet with china in it. poking at the glass, he listened to the rattling of the delicate plates and continued to explore the house, feeling as though it was brand new.

a few rooms were unchanged, the basement was thankfully still his and he actually patted the large screen television when he saw it sitting against the wall on the entertainment section. his office papers looked untouched, a worry that came to him due to the female names that were on the paper and would show that he was not a part of the legal side of the business world. those papers were the only thing in the household that would give them away and this room was one place that delilah had never been allowed to enter as it was always under lock and key and she had the only lock. he claimed it was for her own good, and in a way, it was. the true male that she was marrying was behind that door and he wanted it to stay a secret until he decided to let it be known, and so far, that moment had not risen yet. pulling the sleeve of his jacket away, he read the time on his watch to see that it was early for dinner, so naturally that meant that his fiancé would be at work. giving a sly smirk, he locked the office door behind him to be ensured that no one was getting in who was not meant to see his work, and made his way back up the steps. his bedroom was no bother, darien had no real interest in seeing if the bathroom was redecorated, but the noticeable rooms had certainly changed. shutting the front door behind him, he walked the small walkway to his idled car. brushing his hand across the cooled bonnet and trailed his fingers all the way across until he gripped the door handle. with a turn of the key, his car purred to life and he pulled out of the driveway, whipping his car to the left and driving down the road of the quiet suburban area.

the library was near the main part of the city, and parking was a hassle but darien found somewhere that was cheap but appeared to be safe, besides, there would be hell to pay if anyone touched his car. the library was not a place that he would be found, gasps and chuckles would be met if anyone had heard or seen the male actually open the front doors and peer around—but he was not looking for books. literature, knowledge, even the people sitting at the desks held no interest for the male but the redhead who was currently seated at the desk did. strolling up to the desk, he gave a small tap to the bell that was infront of her, a smile crossing his features, ”well hey there sexy thing…”[/i] he winked in her direction before resting his arms on the wooden and leaning forward, ”thought you would have been home to welcome me, kind of hurt…think you owe me lilah.”[/i], obviously the male was far from hurt, he was more annoyed to the fact that his house had been changed while he had been away, and only for a mere two days at that, ”let’s say we find the kamasutra and a quiet place..”[/i], now whispering the words against her lips before giving her a tender, but demanding kiss.
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(FINN//LILAH, 885, SUIT, FUN LIBRARY SEX)

[delilah]

kiss the boys and make them cry

Heels clacked in confidence on the hard wood floor as Delilah strutted down the hallway of the newly upholstered house. Walls painted, some with accented wallpapers, some with more hung pictures of what ever made it feel more contemporary; carpet and rugs that replaced the ratty old ones she had been walking on for far too long; and the arrangement of the furniture in any room she thought could use some work. It was a shame though; she was scheduled in for work the time that her fiancé had said he’d return from his trip, so she’d miss the frustrated glint that she imagined would dominate his expression when he opened the door. She loved seeing that she had one upped him. Her perfectly polished nails skimmed the sleek top of the new glossed mahogany dining table as she wandered through the room toward the front door; the woman prided herself in her style. From her clothes to her surrounding. Exhaling a bittersweet sigh, the redhead knit-picked over her appearance once she reached her new favorite mirror she installed in the entry way; unbuttoning the top two notches on her shirt to reveal the proper teasing amount of cleavage and sweeping her fiery waves of hair over one shoulder. Appraising herself in the reflection with a smirk, along with the view of the redecorated living room behind her, she pursed her lips and hummed mischievously, “perfect.” She grabbed her keys off the hook with a subtle soft chuckle as she pranced out the door and locked the gold knob behind her.

The drive from the house to the library was never long, in fact, today it even felt short do to her excitement for Darien to discover what she did in two days. But honestly, he should have seen this coming at some point and he gave her two days all to herself. Money could buy a lo.. Like the moving men she had hired to help move in the new tables, chairs and couches; she would claim she just watched them but that wasn’t even half the truth. If anyone ever asked why she redecorated without a word to the man that was promised to her, she fix them with a simple, ‘because he deserves it.’ Pulling up into her employee parking space, her work day began like any other in the library. Seating herself down behind the main desk, the redhead went about helping the visitors that came up and sorting out the returned books and putting them on their proper shelves. Finding a lull in her work, as it was early evening and the library wasn’t busy since most of the visitors already had their books and were studying in one of the many lounge areas offered, Lilah had chosen her own guilty pleasure off the shelves to read. Most would guess she’d be the kind of girl to read 50 Shades of Grey, but she liked more historical related stories, like War and Peace.

The soft ding of the metal bell interrupted her mid-sentence. Internally she gritted her teeth, she hated that bell, it always was rung when she didn’t want to bother talking to people that were lost among the swarms of books. She didn’t even have time to look up as the man started talking, and she knew by the octave of the voice that it was Darien. He was here in the library, so clearly he had noticed what she did; good. Combing her long hair away from her face, the woman flicked her eyes up at him and offered a sugar laced smile, “I’m sorry honey, but you know I can’t get away from work easily. Tell you what,” she closed her book, as she noticed him leaning in ever closer and she dropped her Canadian accent lower, "I’ll grant you one wish, no rules.” Her tongue came out a dashed across her bottom lip as she watched his mouth move with his response, gasping pleasantly as he kissed her. It was hard to say no to the way he pressed his lips to hers and it excited her, nipping at his bottom lip she pulled away and smirked. “Follow me sir, I’m sure I can help you find exactly what you’re looking for,” the redhead purred and walked around her desk eying him with feline like intensity as she coyly letting her cardigan start to slip from her shoulders as she strutted down one of the isles of books. Her fingers trailing alluringly along the spines of the books as she passed. Pausing briefly in her assault of the books, her nimble fingers plucked one off the shelf and she opened it, dropping her cardigan to pool at her feet as she arched her back against the bookshelf, “let’s see…‘By casting off your inhibitions and opening your mind to new experiences, by paying attention to the needs and desires of your lover, whilst expressing your own, you will undoubtedly reach new ecstatic heights.’” She wasn’t going to give it too him that easy, he was going to have to work for his prize, her blue eyes pinned his with passion, “Part one, Seduction.” And with that she disappeared behind another shelf, smiling to herself.

tagerin/darien wordseight seven three notesoh, these two x3 oufit

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[DARIEN EVAN WRIGHT]

the press of his fiance’s lips to his was a comforting but also wanted feeling, he had a sense of desire for her, a possessive side regardless of how far he was leading her on. he had proposed to her, indicated that he wanted marriage when he really had no desire for it—he was pushing things further than he had intended but the need to keep the girl under his thumb was strong and growing each encounter he had with her. her entire appearance had an exotic flare that got him churning just right and he will be damned if anyone else got a piece of her, the ring on the finger was meant to be a claim—her entirety to him. he gave a chuckle against her lip that was meant to come off sweet but it turned just a little darker in tone and he had to clear his throat to clear the malice that twisted into his words, ”how hard is your job babe, good enough excuse could have given you the day off..”

[/i], his words suggested that he was joking but he was half serious, ”that way the entire living room could be explained..”[/i], his eyebrow raising to suggest that he was not pleased with the new look but he was not able to actually take control of it since all of the old stuff was most likely to be sitting in a dump somewhere. he perked up to the granting of one wish, his eyebrow arching even further and he reached over the desk, brushing a single digit down the length of her draw, tracing the vital vein on the side of her neck and looping around the collarbone, [color-]”two.”[/color][/i] he spoke, changing the rules of the game, ”you’ve been rather bad while I was gone..”[/i], moving away from the desk as she was starting to move around, coming face to face with him.

he eyed her, not with a passionate look but a skeptical one as the girl was always in a playful mood that was controlled by her lust, ”figured you would be the only one in this place to be of useful service…”[/i], he purred back to her, his voice dropping to a sultry tone while his eyes ran along the curves of her body was no shame to his actions. darien had the ability to close his eyes and see his fiancé in all of her glory, he knew every line, every crevice and nothing was ever new—she was solid in her appearance. he could close his eyes and know exactly how long it would take for his fingers to dip into the hourglass figure that she held, but first, darien had to actually catch her. giving her a momentary headstart, the male did not even glance around as his full attention was on the swaying hips that started to magnetically pull him by his hormones to follow her. he continued to pace behind her, his eyes not exactly focused on anything but the movement of her own strut until they reached the side of the library that was often in disinterest for anyone else. he blinked to her find and stepped closer, his head tilting to find the cover of the book to depicted with the sexual positions that he desired to use on his fiancé at this moment, ”you guys actually carry the kamastrua in the open like that!?”[/i], letting a roar of laughter escape his lips, ”might want to put that on a higher shelf baby..”[/i] stepping closer as she had begun to recite the passage, his fingers reaching out to touch the creamy skin that had been revealed with the dropping of her sweater, ”or just bring it home, we will have so much better use for it than some fourteen year old..”[/i] and then she was out of sight. he had to give himself a moment to register what happened and glanced down at the pink hued fabric that was now at his feet, with no pair of legs looking back to him, ”seduction?”[/I] he asked with a shake of his head a dry chuckle, ”think I have mastered that with how many times and different ways I fucked you senseless…”[/i] and she did the same to him, he was just too proud to admit it.

the chase was exciting, that was something that darien had to admit as he followed her form that was appearing through the small gaps in the books, his only map to his desitination as the large structures of the bookcases were making it impossible. his strides became longer as he was growing more impatient and finally, he stormed down the aisle, awaiting her entrance into it and grabbed her arm at the first glimpse of her red hair. ”well baby, that hair of yours…”[/i], which he was well aware was all natural due to how many times he had seen her bare, ”was your downfall…enough with chapter one, moving on..”[/i] he spoke before plucking the book out of her hands and pressing his body to her while his arm wrapped around her waist, tightly, ”how about we skip the bullshit..”[/i], spinning her out of his hold before his body slammed her back into the bookcase, ”and just go in for the kill..”[/i], his eyes darkening as twirled a strand of red around his finger, giving it a light tug as he guided her head to his awaiting lips.[/div][/center]

(FINN//LILAH, 909, SUIT, HE'S IMPATIENT)

[delilah]

kiss the boys and make them cry

She wanted to scowl at him and his voice that just seemed to make everything sexy, it wasn’t fair. But despite herself, the redhead held her tongue and shrugged apologetically at him. She was one of only three attendants in service this evening, and if he though that a normal library could function with only two people with all the people and books that needed to be dealt with, Darien was poorly mistaken. Watching his facial features contort in displeasure as he mentioned her pet project for the passed two days, she bit the corner of her lip; not out of fear or intimidation, but out of victory. But other then that pleased smile, she didn’t say anything. Mostly because he started petting her neck and she didn’t want to ruin it with words. However, his demand of more wishes stole her attention. She pulled away and bit out at him, holding up a single finger in front of his face, “One; you can’t wish for more wishes.” It was the simple idea that a childhood book had taught her. If you give a mouse a cookie, he would only ask for more. Whereas here, if you give a man more sexual dominance, he will think he can control his lover every time.

When she cleverly found what the man had requested, she divided her attention. Half on the words on the thin paper pages in her hands and half on the solidly built man bearing near her form. She could usually feel the heat radiating off his body, but the suit he was wearing, which she noted looked very james bond on his form, blocked most traces from her. But it wasn’t hard to imagine just what puzzles of muscles lay underneath. Nevertheless she read on like she hadn’t heard anything, which worked for the most part until she became more aware for his hands then the ink of the page. It was like his fingerprints were the key to the flood gates. It was the least she could do to leave him hanging high and after turning away to draw out the cat and mouse game. Behind a row of books she hummed in a bemused fashion and let out a chorus laugh, “Hmm,” she made sure it almost sounded like a moan, “and what about all those times when I’ve had you nipping at my heels; begging me to ride you into the bed till you can’t see straight? Where is your mastered seduction there?” her lips hooked up in a devilish grin that he couldn’t see, her fingers flipping interestedly through the delicate pages of beautiful sexuality before her hungry eyes.

It wasn’t what she had been expecting but knowing her fiancés patience, she should have thought more about it. Her mouth formed a surprised ‘o’ as she gasped in the suddenness of it all; for one moment she was walking the next, he had her just like that. Her nose crunched in distaste realizing that he had won this round, making cute crinkles around her cheeks. However, she didn’t fight; not yet. She prowled, waiting for the right moment. Flicking her eyes back to his expression, she tracked his traveling eyes. She felt the book leave her hands and she scoffed at him, with no real true sad emotion behind it, “but I wanted to get to chapter eleven; The see-saw.” Now with her hands free she slid them up the plains of his suit cover chest, gripping the lapels of his jacket firmly as she felt his hands across her. She pulled him closer to give him a well deserve kiss as their breath mingled but the idea was short lived once he had her pinned to the end of the bookcase, the force of it nearly causing her to loose her breath as the impact made her arch her back into his concrete chest with a rough hiss of air between her teeth. “Killing is bad, Dar, how about we just play, oui?” And that was the opening she had been waiting for.

As her fiancé yearned for the pressure of lips on his again, the redhead had a better idea. The rawness of him was what drew her back to him all the time, even now, as sadistic as it was, the rough demeanor turned her on. But as she obeyed his tug on her, she snaked her hands up to his head, resting her elbows on his shoulders as she twined her fingers through his hair, “not yet, hotshot,” she breathed out over his lips as she neared him. At the last second, she pulled the top of his head back with her hands and dipped her head to drag her teeth over the exposed collar bone before trailing her tongue up his throat, stopping at the tip of his chin, hovering her still perfect lips, “If you don’t start loosing clothes now, then you aren’t even going to get a taste of me.” It made her feel powerful, he may not listen to it, and that was his fault, but her diva like air always made her feel important. Resting her head back against the bookcase, she released her hold and draped her hands around the back of his neck, “I don’t have to wait for you, I can go home and finish this by myself; there is plenty of new furniture that could use some breaking in.”

tagerin/darien wordsnine zero seven notesthis is fun lol oufit

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[DARIEN EVAN WRIGHT]

the temptation to pull out a knife and slice the finger that was waving in his face like a mother lecturing a child was increasingly growing more and more tempting. instead, he put his mouth to work and made a chomp of his teeth in the direction of the wagging finger, warning her through his actions instead with a raised eyebrow and a distant, dangerous look to his eye. his mother had never had to audacity to do that to him, speak down to him or even lecture him about what was wrong with him or the way he spoke or acted out, it was just assumed that he was a trouble child so that fact that his fiancé was making such a bold move was testing his patience. ”that’s a technicality”, giving her a look before shaking his head and leaning back, unable to control the darker thoughts that were occurring when it came to the woman in front of him. darien’s mind went into two very opposite directions, one was death where he would warp his already twisted mind and create no emotions as he sliced someone’s throat and the second, was sex which was used more often than not and especially with cases that involved the red head before him. the woman was bold, and it was a part of her personality that kept him lingering for just a little more of a taste after each time, but she was also growing to be a sore in his side and the enticement of his sadistic mind was pushing him to allow the two mind paths to cross and create one sexual bloodbath that would leave him as a victor and standing alone. and yet, with that cruel thought, he followed her out of the public eye and into the dark corners of the unused, abandoned bookshelves that were often the setting for their sexual fantasies. the idea of getting caught, getting her fired, or even just being suspected of doing the act against the wooden structures was enough to push darien to drop his jacket onto the ground and follow the woman for three bookcases before his patience grew unbearably thin.

”alcohol really hindered that. you know i’m not the best drunk..” but he could control himself better when alcohol was involved, he had more resistance to the female body than he would sober due to the intoxicated and the fermentation of his brain that skewed his thought toward a more passive thought, ”and I still fucked you until you were squirting out everything..’, his hand sliding down her side and moving toward her center to give her just a small remembrance to what his touch did to her because it was the same thing that her touch did to him, ”had you begging me to touch you, relieve you for hours because I just would not let you finish…remember that?”, throwing another incident back into her face as she had done to him, not allowing himself to be humanized to nothing but a submissive unless she was going down with him, or down on him—whichever happening came first. the girl would not break darien so easily and he knew that she would not crack down so fast either, ”don’t really give a shit about the “see-saw”, we’ll make up our own moves.” he thrusted his hips into her, alerting her body of how much of a turn on she was being but the teasing time was done and darien was not going to play that game anymore. ”english lilah.”, barking the orders like the dominant male that he was but he had a hard time keeping that position with an equally dominant woman such as lilah, ”it’s bad? then stop playing around with me!”, slamming her back into the bookshelf and pressing his body into hers. he ignored the tongue that was running down his throat but it did not stop the tremors from going down his spine as his skin heated up, ”no, it’s now.” he spoke while reaching for the hemline of her blouse and giving her a glance, ”unbutton it, or i’ll rip it..”, knowing that her material goods held a high value to her, he was confident that she would submit to his words and undress herself with no lack of confidence in her movements.

the command that she gave him had his tie coming off, pulling it over his head and then slowly unknotting it. bondage, though a sadistic act to some, was the way that darien got off, he had recalled this same position only a few days ago but with another woman, more submissive but still full of surprises, ”how much noise you think you are going to make? would not want you to lose your job after all..”, running the silk material along the creamy skin of her neck, placing it over her lips for a moment, ”open.” he commanded, the fabric waiting at the entrance of her mouth in order to be shoved in and used as something to muffle the moans that would inevitably come in the end. ”oh really now? cause I doubt ...”, thrusting his hips into her once more as he trailed off, leaning in, the fabric still pressed firmly to her mouth, ”that you can finish yourself..”, his lips just brushing against the shell of her ear while his tongue flicked out, running around the shell of her ear, ”the way that I can…”, his free hand having been trailing down to the start of the denim material, popping the button and pulling the zipper down as he finished speaking.

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(FINN//LILAH, 900 something, SUIT, UGH EDITED INSTEAD OF POSTING....)

[delilah]

kiss the boys and make them cry

She had dealt with darien so many times, in a sexual situation and a domestic one, that she was indifferent to his little qualms about scolding or placing herself above him in anyway (unless she was literally above him in bed). She learned early on that he believed in punishment, and at first she had been the hesitant redhead, but as time went on she learned to fight him more and only break under his pressure when she absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. She had cleverly formed a new rule between them that she doubt he ever would allow before. Give and take. He was going to have to give if he wanted her take and the same applied in the inverse. If he could press her buttons then she was allowed to push back. With the look on his face, she knew he was never completely happy about it, there was something sinister that left her cautious but at the same time it made her want to continue.

Right now, however, he was irritating her, which wasn’t uncommon, but the man was too prideful and arrogant, those where two traits Lilah could do without. She had enough of her own ego; she didn’t need another one butting heads. Subtly the trail of his hand downward made her arch a finely trimmed eyebrow at him, eyes unblinking as she watched his expression rather than his fingers. The goose bumps that formed under the fabric covering her skin was enough to alert the woman exactly where Dar was going, or wanted to go. She was stuck between listening to his talk and feeling him make his way down her body. As his words bit out, something flickered in her eyes, making them darken in the shadows, “I remember,” her fingernails scathed the back of his neck, not hard but enough pressure to hit the sensitive spot at the base of his skull. She wasn’t going to lie about that, and something that her fiancé would never hear is that it had probably been on of her top experiences, but she didn’t want to stroke his ego. Not that she needed to, she could practically feel it against her hip, especially when he pushed harder. Sparks flared in her nerves and she hissed at the feeling again, arching her back, slim stomach and breasts curved toward the man. The sharp command off his lips made her glare, rolling her body back to leaning against the bookshelf, “Je ne suis pas un chien pour vous de patron autour. Si vous voulez avoir des relations sexuelles avec un, puis va à une animalerie.” She did it to spite his order, but she purred it off her tongue as she whispered into the shell of his ear, making the words sound more sensual than they actually were.

With the second slam of is body against her and she was getting tired of being beaten before she even got her reward. The skin in her shoulders and rump was humming with tingles of the after pain, and there he was unbruised. Hearing his second order she didn’t bother resisting that, he knew her well, and she knew he wasn’t joking around. Wordlessly, the redhead pulled her hands away from his neck, working smoothly with expert status as she unpopped the buttons, take her sweet time to give him and show and tease him. “probably as much noise as you’ll be making.” Closing her eyes, the woman finished the last button and lit it drape off her shoulders as she tipped her head back to expose more of her neck as she felt the silk caress it. She knew what was coming. The smooth material on her lips made her smile deviously, an airy chuckle spilling from her gloss smeared lips. The thrust of his hips had her back jerking away from the wood of the shelf, spreading more heat and dragging a moan from her. Her fingers danced over his chest again, finding ever crease in his hard form, subtly undoing buttons as she went. Not wanting to ruin his dirty, husky talk or get a tie shoved in her mouth yet.

Crystal blue eyes flew open as dar’s fingers pulled her jeans zipper down. Done with her nimble fingers on his dress shirt buttons, she flicked the buckle of his belt and slid it off, pulling his hips closer to her. Quickly, she ducked under the tie he held and pressed her lips to his in a passionate, feverish kiss, pulling back his bottom lip between her teeth before letting go, and exhaling against his lips, “has anyone ever told you, you talk too much during sex, baby?” But now she had his belt and he still had the silk tie; game, set, match. Lifting the leather in her palms, the redhead snapped it for effect. Then she looped it around the back of his neck, as she lifted a leg to curl around one of his starting at the hip and then slipping down the length of his, dragging him closer and positioning his leg between hers. “I’m ready when you are,” her voice dripping lust as she moved her head to bite down on the tie he still held. It was the give and take. Darien had to be able to take what he was dishing out.

tagerin/darien wordseight nine four notesfrench translation: "i'm not a dog for you to boss around. if you wanted to have sex with one, then go to a pet store." oufit

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[DARIEN EVAN WRIGHT]

sexy, seductive and a complete nuisance were the ways that the male would describe his female companion. she was like him, but less sadistic and he assumed, with the inability to use a gun but she grew to appreciate the rough treatment when it came to the sex that was tied into the relationship. the way that she fought for dominance was a turn on that no other girl was able to compare to, he was quite confident that he would never find someone so submissive and yet, so dominant in the bedroom, the contrast personalities creating a nice package with each time that they fell into bed with one another. darien would not deny that he had been more gentle with his fiancé, she was his mask after all, a slight insight into the fact that he male was able to have a normal life and lived a normal life beyond that of his illegal activities. his eyes narrowed as she kept her composure as his hand traveled south, rubbing against her center with a soft friction to test to see how ready she was—far from it. foreplay was obviously going to be needed which was something that darian never really did enjoy himself, the small bites and kisses were okay but overall, he was always anxious to get the job done and it was never the case with this girl. she was never fully ready, she needed to be played with and have the chance to bat him around in her own game before they would get to removing of clothing and hitting a home run on his end. his arousal was already being attained though as she purred her words to him and he smirked back, proud glowing in his eyes, ”sure you will never forget it.”

[/I] as the male did not need to be told about what the experience did to her because he could remember the moans, groans and the calling of his name as he pushed her over the edge and into ecstasy more than once. it was both a pleasurable moment, and a memorable one for him that was probably tied for the same place on both of their lists, approaching the top.

the finger nails were doing little for him, he never enjoyed being marked as much as he actually enjoyed doing the marking as foreplay, not his forte, but he could easily get into it with a spark ignited. his hands were curling around the areas that he had a grip on her skin as she spoke, leaning forward to bite down on her ear with no pleasure meant to be given as his teeth did not gyrate back and forth to create a sensation but just bit, the goal of pain in his eyes, ”avez-vous oublié que je parlais français?” he spoke roughly before giving no warning as he shoved her back into the bookcase and began to cut the foreplay. his anger was flaring and if he did not get to his goal, she would end up blue in the face with his hands around her neck to how annoyed he was growing with her actions. ”besides lilah..”[/i] he pulled while moving his hands across her cheek and along the prominent outline of her jaw, ”vous êtes une salope..”[/i] he purred out his own native language as the male had grown up in france and in the midst of lust, lilah must have forgotten that small detail about him. the girl could have formed the words into anyone that she wanted, but the male took them with literal terms and it agitated him, physically, and he was going to treat her exactly as she had called herself, in his own mind, a dog. the buttons popping had his eyes drawn to the flesh that was slowly becoming visible, a delicious sight each time, one that the male would never forget as his mouth and hands was allowed access to the once covered skin. his hands worked the outline of her collarbone, a single finger moving down to the edge of her bra, ”doubt that.”[/i] he said confidently. darien did have vocals when he was aroused in the right way, he could moan until the walls shook with the pleasure that his body felt but in a public place, he was sure that he would have enough control to keep the volume to where their private moment was kept just between them. the moan that he got from her was sudden but it alerted him that she was finally ready for him, purring against her lips before the silk took over his spot, ”hmm…if that was an indication, the tie will be needed…”[/i] though it was always needed. the male hated pillow talk, he hated words besides his own muffled name and most girls that he took to bed ended up with something in her mouth to keep nothing but moans and groans from reaching his ears.

his own shirt was being unbuttoned and it did not take long for the silk material of his shirt to slide from his body and pool at his feet, he obliged when she pulled his hips forward, his groin grinding into hers. the buckle of his belt was unfastened as well and he glanced down to it, deciding against using that against her for the tie as the time should have been more than enough to keep the girl silent and pleased. the kiss was vivacious, bringing a new spark to his eyes as she pulled back and took his bottom lip with it before releasing and allowing him to lick the tender flesh, ”unless my penis is in you, we’re not having sex..”[/i] but they were close. there was very little material that blockaded him from his goal, he raised an eyebrow as he saw the belt resting in his hand, having been too distracted from the kiss to notice that it was being removed from his person. ”hit me with that, and you will be in a world of trouble tonight…”[/i], because as much as the male could dish out the bondage, he was not able to take it as it would flare up an anger that delilah would have never witnessed before, and he was sure that she would learn her lesson then. the smooth, cold leather fastened across his neck, bringing him closer to her and he had already started to remove her underwear, allowing it to pool at her ankles while he dry humped into her body, teasing her further. the tie was now in her mouth and he gave a threatening stare into her blue eyes, ”I would keep that in there if I were you..”[/i] he muttered before finally pushing his own boxers down and giving her a good, hard first thrust.
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(FINN//LILAH, 1136 , SUIT, YEP...
"did you forget that i was raised in france?" & "but you are a bitch"..)