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— ya'arburnee —
(n) the hopeful declaration that you will die before someone you love deeply because you cannot stand to live without them
origin ; arabic
« T H I R D P E R S O N P O V »
"Phoenix! You arse, give me back!" She yelled and chased after him into his room.
"What could you have been writing about that you didn't want me to see?" He asked rhetorically.
Phoenix and Adrianna had sex last night, that was no bloody dream. This morning now, she woke up to find his side of the bed empty; only to learn he was in the kitchen, shirtless, making us breakfast. So she made her way back to her room and decided to write a poem. And how bloody foolish of her think he wouldn't know.
He turned around and started to walk backwards, shutting his door closed in the process. She walked up to him calmly and tried to grab her velvet bound notebook. "Phoenix please!" She almost yelled, she was slowly losing her patience.
"No not that page," he muttered, ignoring her, "no not that page either."
"Phoenix!" He was more or less going through every page and she's never felt more vulnerable. Her body was entirely aligned against his and she had no chance against him to get my notebook back. His arm immediately went around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest while he one handedly flipped through the pages.
His hand trailed down under her arse and right then, his grip tightened and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and hands around his neck. She gave up trying to get her notebook back; oh well if he found the bloody poem.
"Mmm baby," he let out a guttural moan and it did wanders to her. She buried her head in his neck and breathed in his much intoxicating scent. And unknowingly to her, he was doing the exact same because she was just too bloody addicting and he couldn't get enough. He felt her warm breath on her neck and goddamn the things he wanted to do to her.
"Wait! Oh yes! I've found it, this is it, isn't it?!" He exclaimed. Adrianna didn't pick up her head and instead muttered against his neck, "What's the title on the page?"
"Exotic Passion."
"That's the one," she muttered.
"Hm," she could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Epigraph," he began again.
"Oh my god, Phoenix," Adrianna groaned.
"What're you so afraid of, baby," Phoenix questioned in a soothing voice.
"N-nothing," she stuttered quietly, which he found cute.
"What's bothering you, étoile filante?" Instead of giving him an answer right away, she placed soft kisses along his neck.
"Just read the bloody poem." However, the idea of reading the bloody poem was momentarily forgotten as Phoenix forgot all rational thoughts and moaned at the sensation of her soft lips.
"Étoile, look at me," he whispered huskily. She listened, picking her head up slowly and meeting his oceanic irises. He, however, didn't waste anytime in claiming her lips in his. Her fingers threaded through his luscious hair as a loud and sweet moan erupted from her, and it drove him insane. And all throughout the kiss, his arm never left her arse while his other kept the notebook open.
Until he pulled away forcefully, "I want you, so bad, baby, but after I read this poem." She groaned once again and buried her face in his neck.
"I hate you," she uttered angrily which he only found adorable. She was a hot and bothered mess and he didn't seem to have the means to fix her anytime soon.
"You love me, really," he replied cheekily. She just placed a kiss on his collarbone, sucking harshly, no doubt leaving love bites the way he had done her.
"Adrianna," he moaned, suddenly feeling his cock throb, "I know what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything," she smirked against his skin, "but please do read the poem, my love," she continued against he skin. He released a throaty groan and turned his attention back to the notebook in his hand.
He didn't start reading, in fact, he was squinting at the page, "Your bloody handwriting is too damned fancy for me," he huffed out. In response, she only continued on with her intoxicating kisses.
"exotic passion
"epigraph
borderline kind of obsessed
i'm on
s o m e k i n d o f d r u g
—Some Kind Of Drug by G-Eazy
"tantalising
little drops
of heaven.
you'll find it to be
cold and hard
at first,
but
quickly warm up
to you
and melt into
liquid gold
at the touch
of your presence;
along with the
aromatic smell
of the
lusciously rich cacao
that rushes your heart
in a frenzy as it awaits
when your
lush, vibrant pink lips
seductively touch the
velvety smooth
succulent chocolate.
"and the effect
is eerily the same
to the anticipation
before an
euphoric yet apprehensive
and diffident kiss.
a kiss that is
slow and heated,
passionate and sinful,
heaven and cloud nine.
a kiss that
takes over your thoughts
until you can no longer
fathom in to words.
and in the end,
it is a kiss of
the person who you
undoubtedly, without a
second thought
know is the one who
you will spend infinity with.
and as long as
you're with that person,
everyday is forever."
[ a|n that is the format of how the poem is written in adrianna's notebook ]
Fuck, I need a cold fucking shower. Or I need to be in-fucking-side of my terribly sexy girl right now, Phoenix thought rather murderously.
"Adrianna," he called out softly as he closed the book and set it on the bookshelf next to him. Despite his call, the girl currently wrapped around his body didn't lift her head for she was blushing crimson, her face nearly the colour of a pomegranate.
"Babygirl," he called again in the same voice and this time, she picked up her head agonisingly slow.
"I love it," he rasped out. Adrianna didn't reply, instead she was stuck in a daze staring at him.
"You wrote it about me, about us, baby," he nuzzled his face in her neck. She arched her back into him as she felt his hot breath on her pulse.
She wanted to scoff at his utter stupidity for possibly thinking it could have been about anyone else, but the sweet moan he elicited stopped her. Then again, I could have fun with this, she thought mischievously.
"No, it's about another man," she let out in a whimper as his grip on her waist tightened painfully. He turned them around within a flash of a second and banged her against his door.
"Is that now, étoile filante?" He mused.
"Y-Yes it is," Adrianna whimpered, throwing her head back in pleasure. He placed a searing kiss on her neck, one that caused sparks to shoot right through her body as he chuckled darkly.
"And who might that be, princess," he asked roughly. She lost her voice and only moaned in pleasure.
"Adrianna," her name rolled off of Phoenix's tongue in a demanding tone but of course, he was only teasing. She was his and only his, he had waited forever for this.
"Who's this other guy, étoile? I might just have to kill him for touching what's mine," he growled when she didn't respond. She grew wet and he knew damn well what he was doing to her. Another moan fell from her plump lips and he was committing her state to memory - eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly parted, and her entire face was relaxed, at ease. And of course, the beautiful, melodious moans elicited from the back of her throat.
"Adrianna," he trailed. She was quiet and she was thinking, thinking of who could possibly piss Phoenix off the bloody most. He knew this and he loved it, he loved it when she gave him shit. He loved it when she resisted him.
"Answer me, Adrianna, before I bend you over and show you who you're messing with," he growled roughly.
"Mmm, oh yes papi," she moaned and he attacked her lips with his.
"You want my hands against your pretty little arse don't you, baby," he growled and it was animalistic. He was burning with dark desires as was she.
§
later, the afternoon
« A D R I A N N A ' S P O V »
Watching him eat a five dollar sandwich in his five hundred dollar Tom Ford suit did wonders to me. After our rather heated session in his bedroom earlier, he got called into his office for some things that needed his attention. So, I decided I'd bring him lunch. And while I was sitting on his desk, he was comfortably situated on his desk chair, and weren't we just having a field trip with it.
I knew he was watching me, he was watching me intently, waiting for me to look down at him. But I couldn't. I knew I would give into every dangerous desire that was slowly consuming. His smouldering look, seductive voice, and his wickedly dark and lustful eyes. It became silent between us and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.
He rose up from his seat and moments later, he was standing in between my legs, his hands on my thighs.
"Adrianna," he growled out lowly.
"Phoenix," I answered in a small voice.
"Look at me, étoile filante," he demanded.
"No," I fought softly.
"No?" He asked in a malicious tone.
"No," I moaned when his hand trailed under my dress and up my thighs.
"Adrianna, don't try me," he said darkly. Another moan fell from my lips as I buried my head in his neck. Roughly, he began caressing my inner thigh, so close to my soaking wet heat.
"Look at me, Adrianna," he demanded harshly as two of his fingers entered me. I was shaking and quivering and I slightly lifted my head so our eyes would meet. My eyes were glazed over and as he began thrusting harder, my moans spilled out louder.
"Étoile," he groaned.
"I'm going to come Phoenix," he thrusted hard, hitting my g-spot. He didn't have to say anything, with one last deep thrust, I unravelled over his fingers. Seconds later, he brought up the same two fingers to his mouth and licked it off. An unbelievably sensual moan came from him, making me want him immediately. But this was his office, with all of his employees; there was no way I could - we could do this here. He cleaned me up before I got off his desk and walked over his glass pane window wall, pulling my dress down in the process.
I looked out into the city line - it was beautiful, all vibrant and buzzing with life, instantly reminding me of Paper Towns by John Green. But the building was like a pair of mirror sunglasses, the windows from outside were tinted with hues of gold and blue while the inside looking out was crystal clear.
I had my back to Phoenix, lost in my thoughts and wretchedly trying to calm my raging hormones. I wanted him and I was aching for his touch, but not in his office I suppose.
"Adrianna," he stated lowly as he came up right behind me and wrapped his arms around my lower stomach and pulled me close against his chest. I felt him rock hard against my lower back and all my previous thoughts went to hell when he whispered huskily, "I want you."
"Then take me," I uttered back, giving myself completely over to him. His calm and soft demeanour changed within seconds and he had me banged against the wall closest to us, his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.
"Let me worship you, baby," he breathed. Instead of answering, a loud and sweet moan fell past my lips. His hand came around my back to the zipper of my dress and he unzipped slowly and as he did that, he placed soft and tantalising kisses down the column of my neck right above my cleavage. My back arched, getting as close to him as possible. I craved his body, I craved him, I craved his love. He slipped the dress down my body, his fingertips lightly grazing my arm as he slipped the straps down. It caused shocks of electricity to shoot through my body, igniting a fire.
The dress pooled at my feet and I was left in my matching maroon lace undergarments. My lips were slightly parted as I looked into his dark irises.
"God, you're beautiful," he said lowly and his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He descended on his knees, making his way slowly as he placed kisses down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach. He softly kissed and bit my skin along the inside of my thigh and I moaned relentlessly, having no control. And before I could process what was happening, he kissed my most sensitive area, through the thin cloth. Oh. My. Fuck.
"Phoenix," I moaned loudly. He ripped the lace off my body and instead of letting out a cry of sadness, I cried out in pleasure. His warm mouth latched onto my heat and I began to writhe against his face shamelessly. So much for not doing it in his fucking office. His tongue lapped my folds and I just couldn't stop the sounds falling past my lips. He was unrelenting and moments later I felt myself reaching my high.
"Phoenix, please," I begged.
"What do you want, baby?" Another moan escaped my lips, feeling his lips move again my heat was sending me into overdrive.
"T-To come," I screamed when he flicked his tongue harshly and I came undone. He stood up within seconds and attacked my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his tongue and I was lost in him. I'm in a state of pure ecstasy and euphoria. My hands wander down to the belt of his dress pants but he's quick to take them both in his and pin them above my head. I whimpered and pouting, I looked in his eyes, "Let me please you, Phoenix."
"Don't worry about me yet, étoile filante. I get immense pleasure just from watching you," he whispered.
"O-Okay," I said, my voice soft and trembling. He smiled tenderly, resting his hands under my arse and I immediately jump and wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He walked us back over to his desk, pushing more things out of the way before setting me down. The cold marble sent shivers up my spine as my arse made contact with it.
"I want you to touch yourself for me," he rasped out of nowhere.
"What?" I questioned incredulously.
"Touch yourself. For me," he repeated slowly.
"I-I can't do that, Phoenix," I whispered, looking down at my lap.
"Adrianna, I will not ask again," he said far more dominating and I loved it. Immediately, I found myself wanting to please him as he asked.
Which is why my hands moved on their own accord, going around my back and unlatching my bra. Slowly, my left hand began to grasp my breasts, playing with my hard pink buds. My right hand trailed down my body, along my stomach, to the inside of my thighs. Slowly and sensually, I teased myself, grazing my finger near my soaking wet cunt but never touching it and my eyes fluttered close.
"Eyes open Adrianna," he demanded and of course, my eyes snapped open. My lips were parted, moans of desperation escaping my lips, I needed to fucking come again. His suit jacket was thrown on the floor behind him, his dress shirt was unbuttoned and thrown on his chair and his pants looked terribly tight on him.
"Ph-Phoenix," my voice quivered.
"You want this cock? Hm Adrianna?" I moaned pleadingly, nodding my head frantically. He was quick to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. When I saw his huge erection through his Calvin's, I really lost it. My fingers dipped into my pussy and I let out a pleasurable and terribly loud moan, throwing my head back. I stopped giving a fuck as I fingered myself relentlessly and Phoenix pumped his cock only feet away from me.
We moaned and groaned in harmony, until I felt myself nearing yet another climax. My fingers moved faster on their own and I was just about to orgasm when he pulled my fingers away. Fuck! I whimpered miserably as I felt myself slick with my juices, desperately needing to release.
I opened my eyes to see him take my hand in his and bring it up to his mouth while his other hand continued pumping his cock. I wanted it inside of me. Now.
"What do you want, Adrianna," he asked in a dark tone, continuing his actions and taking my fingers in his mouth.
"You," I stated simply.
His calloused hands grasped my hips in a bruising matter and I moaned at the feeling. Our eyes were locked with another and I saw the passionate fire burning behind his eyes.
I could barely make out what was happening as he pulled me to the edge of his desk and he thrusted three fingers inside my pussy. His other hand held me by my hip still, holding me in place as I squirmed and was completely at his mercy.
A frustratedly angry cry left me as he pulled out his fingers the fuck again. But I couldn't think much of it upon hearing his next words.
"Put me inside of you, Adrianna," he demanded hotly. Greedily, I took his length in my small hand. Another moan fell from me as I felt him throbbing and I ran my fingers over his veins. I earned a throaty groan from him and a prideful smile broke out on my face. Slowly, I positioned him at my opening but before I could think next, he thrusted wholly into me. A piercing scream ripped through my entirety and my back arched, my round mounds pressed completely against his taut chest.
He wasted no time in claiming my neck, sucking harshly in every possible place as he thrusted in and out, hard and fast. My nails scratched against his back and I've never felt so full in my life. We were moaning and groaning in harmony and the only thing to be heard in his room was our breathing as we became one.
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they had sex once and now they're incorrigible oh my.
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