"you're A Slut Is What You Are." He Quips Easily, That Cocky Smirk On His Own Face. They Were Two Sides

Michiel Huisman as Gunnar Rebel Moon – Part One: A Child of Fire (2023)

she has to supress a grin at his answer, knowing then and there that her work would be easy. it always was with the inexperienced ones, the virginal ones that would tremble under her every touch. she nods once, thumb stroking over the head of his cock. "you can touch me anywhere you like, my prince. though if you want to know how to please your future bride, you should start by touching here." she takes his hand, sliding it up over her breast.

Alastair felt Selaena’s eyes on him as he stroked himself, moaning softly as he felt her feminine hand embrace on his hardened member. He ached for her lips to be on his coc.k, having been told that was a pleasurable experience.

Alastair kissed the escort back, holding her close and embracing her lovingly for a moment. “Never,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing at his confession. He looked her over, coc.k twitching at the majesty of the sight. “You’re incredible,” Alastair whispered softly.

“May I touch you?” He asked innocently, wanting her consent.

with every passing moment between them her shock begins to fade and her anger takes the forefront, emerging deep within her at the knowledge that he had been alive all that time. years passed with him alive and not even bothering to send word of it. "around?" she scoffs, shaking her head. "i've not seen you for fifteen years and all you have to say for yourself is you were around?" her anger only flares when her eyes catch his, noting the same familiar look in his eyes that he used to use on her constantly. "you damn well better explain yourself to me. you owe me that much, charles." she'd been in love with him when he'd left, uncaring of the fact that he was going to be king one day if she could only steal one more kiss from him, one more lingering touch. she foolishly thought that one day they'd even marry, that she'd be deemed good enough for him. "and do not look at me like that. you don't have the right to."

she wasn't wrong, something terrible had happened to him, and in all technicality; he was dead. however, none of that could've prevented him from reaching out, apparently. but he was a beast, a monster that he still didn't quite understand and he'd always known he'd be damned all the more if he pulled her into the depths of depravity that his life had become. the man, who'd once been the heir to the throne, was now a monster whom needed blood to sustain him. he wasn't what she'd known, he wasn't what she could possibly fathom and if he cared about her, which he did, leaving her be was the best thing he could've done. still, he knows that the slap to his cheek is well deserved, the force enough to have his head flipping to the side. he laughs, breathless, the feeling of it far more enjoyable than he knows makes sense. his fingertips raise, gentle in stroking the cheek she'd inflicted the much needed pain against. "i've been...around," he admits then, looking back at her, with the same old look of adoration in his gaze. "hard to explain away not aging in a decade, don't you agree?"

"she'll certainly never flirt with you again. not that i don't trust you, darling, i just don't like them thinking they can." she already knows what he's going to say in response, a quiet sigh pushing past her lips even as she smiles at him. "come on baby, it's been a decade since the incident. surely we can be more discreet by now." her brows furrow as his words truly sink in, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "you know, you sounded a lot like our therapist with that 'working through my feelings' line." she teases gently, though while she knows the effect that she has on her husband, she knows how he feels about this. she's quiet for a moment, eyes lighting up with mischief a moment later. "what if we went for a quickie in the car and then came back? the windows are tinted, no one would see."

"She thinks she's untouchable I guess but I know you'll prove her wrong." Ross smirked knowing no one did revenge better than his wife. Before she even says a word he knows what she wants based on the way she's touching the back of his neck. Something that always turned him on yet considering their past he had a firm rule of not fucking at these kinds of events. "Sweetheart," he soothed with a firm tone as his hand rested on her waist. "I told you that we aren't doing that again. So we can either leave early or you can find a different way to work through these feelings besides sexually." He replied knowing she wouldn't like the answer yet he wasn't going to give into her demands in this situation.

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he doesn't know what he's doing with her, chalks it up perhaps to the fact that he hadn't done this in a long time and she just looks too damn good in her shirt and panties. his hands splay against her back as he kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grunting into it when he hears her whine. logical thought goes out the window they're pressed again, consumed only with the thoughts of her tight little body and how good she is with her mouth. "fun, huh?" he goes when she presses him down on the couch, his hands skinning up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her grind on his hardening cock. "yeah, i think you might just be worth the trouble." his hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and exhaling at the sight of her. "fucking beautiful." he bucks up against her pussy, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

As quickly as the kiss started it was over and Bea was left wanting for more when he pulled back. Even the way he sighs is attractive to her and it's difficult not to pull him in for another kiss. Something about the way he's looking at her though stop her from doing anything. Then when he calls her trouble she breaks out into a grin. While other people may think that was a bad thing she took it as a compliment. Before she can even reply they're kissing again and she presses her hands against his torso wanting to feel his body. A needy whine leaves her lips knowing this won't be enough. With her hands gripping his shirt she pulled him away from the window pushing him down onto the couch. "Maybe but I'm fun trouble," she grinned as she straddled him already grinding herself down against him. "You wanna see how much trouble I can be?"

he knows damn well that he shouldn't even been looking at her. he's old enough to be her father and that's territory he doesn't normally touch upon. yet his eyes track along her body, watch the rise and fall of her hand as she brings the cigarette to her mouth. he inhales deeply as she does, lips parting and pulse quickening before he releases a breath. "me being on the list would get me killed, now you." he quips, shaking off her flustered he truly feels as he reaches down for the cigarette, raising it to his mouth while maintaining her gaze. he inhales deeply, blowing it towards her face. "and i'm far too old for you."

Tomas was someone whose name she heard quite often yet can't recall meeting until now. Perhaps that was a good thing because she would have eagerly hit on him even before she had the confidence or looks to capitalize on such behavior. It was obvious from the way his eyes moved over her body that he was interested. Now all she had to do was show he could do whatever he wanted with her in return. The response from him made her curious, she lifted her eyebrows as she took another puff blowing the smoke back at him. She leaned in closer as if she was going to kiss him but left enough distance to force him to close it before speaking. "Guess that means you're not on the list huh? Although that would be quite the way to go." She giggled opening up the opportunity for him to help them make this time even more tolerable for each other.

"why do you think?" she shrugs simply, brow creasing with emotion.

inspo from this.

" why did you kiss me like that? " confusion spread across his face.