Between the Pages (FORCEBOOK)

Part 3:"Push me harder"

📍 Setting: A university pool party. Warm night. Cool drinks. Very little clothing.

Book wore shorts that should've been illegal. His oversized button-down was left open just enough to tease the sharp dip of his collarbone. His legs were long, smooth, and definitely not helping the situation.

Force was losing his damn mind.

Everyone was watching him.

Worse? Book knew it.

He smiled too sweetly. Laughed too much. Flirted with a classmate named Mew, who kept brushing his fingers against Book's wrist while they poured drinks.

Force saw it all from across the party.

Glass in hand. Jaw tight. Breathing slow.

When Book finally walked over — hips swaying, shirt sticking slightly from the humidity — Force grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the nearest dark hallway inside the villa.

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"Do you like making me jealous?" Force hissed, voice low and dangerous.

Book smirked. "Maybe."

"You want me to lose control, is that it?"

"Maybe."

Force pushed him against the wall, hand sliding down Book's chest.

"No more maybes," he growled. "Use your words, Book."

Book gasped softly. "I want you to show me. That I'm yours."

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The hallway wasn't empty for long. Voices echoed nearby. Footsteps. Laughter.

But Force didn't care. He pinned Book to the wall, kissed him like he owned every breath he took, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of those tiny shorts.

"You want to be loud?" Force whispered. "Go ahead. Let them know how I make you feel."

Book whimpered as Force lifted his leg around his waist, grinding into him with just enough friction to make him tremble.

"Force— please—"

"I'm not stopping," Force whispered against his neck, biting softly. "Not until you forget what your own name sounds like."

Book clung to him, completely wrecked, lips parted, eyes glassy.

"You're mine," Force growled, hand gripping his jaw. "Say it."

"...I'm yours."

"Again."

"I'm yours, Force. All of me."

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Later, back in his room, Force cleaned him up with soft touches and a warm towel. No more teasing. Just affection. Fingers running through damp hair. Kisses on the shoulder. A hoodie slipped over Book's head.

"You're evil," Book whispered, curling into his side.

Force smiled into his hair. "You started it."

"...You'll finish it again later, right?"

Force chuckled. "Oh, baby — I'll never stop."

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[End of Part 3]