If ever...

They had been raised in two completely different worlds. She was raised in a single parent home (almost typical for black people) just her mother and two brothers. Thankfully, she was fortunate to be raised in middle-class neighborhoods (not that her family was actually middle class). She was not popular in school (though not an outcast) and she did not graduate (she got her GED instead). At present, she was going to collage for graphic design and was working at a nice restaurant as a server (a lame nickname for waitress). She was still living at home much to her disappointment (she did not have enough money to move out).

He, on the other hand, had a completely different story. His childhood was normal (for a white boy anyway); he lived with his mom, dad, and eight siblings. They had lived in the same upper-class house since his eldest brother had been born. He had attended privet schools (one of the popular people) and graduated with high honors. Unlike her, he did not want to attend collage; instead, he devoted his life to motor cross sports and planned to go pro. Currently, he worked as a mechanic (a hook up from one of his promoters) and worked on bikes of all kinds. He was already out of his folks’ house, living with his best friend.

How did they ever hook up? The answer still eluded her to this day. On one of her frequent trips to the skate park he bummed a cigarette from her (five days in a row) and the rest was history as people say. They chilled from time to time and found out they had a lot in common (especially anime and kung-fu).

It had started out as a simple curiosity. She had only had sex one time and the situation had soured her towards sex. But strangely she had the urge to explore once again. She had made the mistake of telling him and that’s how it all started. He said he never fooled around with a black girl before and was curious. She said she wouldn’t mind fooling around with him, but absolutely no sex. They agreed, but things had been slowly spinning out of control. She would be a damn lie if she did not admit her attraction towards him. The simple kisses and touches were turning dangerously scorching with each interaction…

He grew impatient, clasping her chin between his thumb and index finger he pulled down. Her lips parted; his tongue darted into the hot crevices of her mouth. Greedily he swallowed her moan and pressed her down harder against the soft bed. He knew he was addicted to the taste and fullness of her lips. Her frame was small and lithe molding perfectly against his body, possessing a certain thickness that promoted good health and beauty. A nice flare of hips curved into strong thighs and slender calves, squeezing him in just right. He found himself unable to stop drowning while steadily sinking into her warm embrace.

Today the little hellcat had wore a skirt. Long, sleek black material, cut into many strips emphasized her long legs. It stopped dangerously high on her thighs and rid low on her hips. Her flat stomach was accented with a belly chain, exposed all the way up to her top ribs. Her hotler top was tight and hugging her petite breast, displaying her round and firm mounds just nicely. How could he keep his hands to himself? Not when she smelled like warm honey and cinnamon, her arousal lingering on the under currents. She was responsive and giving but held a certain resistance that made him burn. His emotions and actions were not his own when she spun her web of desire around him.

He pulled away to breathe in needed air, his lung burning. Her chocolate eyes were hooded and smoky, her features relaxed yet tensed. Her kiss-swollen lips were parted as she panted softly, her chocolate skin reddish in a deep flush. Thick lock of auburn hair sprawled wildly about her, giving her the appearance of an untamed earth goddess. She looked deceivingly innocent and harmless, susceptible to his desire like grass caught in the wind. But he was not fooled, the girl was as tamed as fire, if he was not careful she would burn him asunder. She was dominating and bold and he loved the challenge of captivating such a deliciously free spirit. Making her bend to his will and completely controlling her wanton actions made him harder then he has ever been.

“Donoven, we should stop,” she whispered in a husky murmur shifting against him. He placed his hand firmly on her bare side, her flesh hot under his touch. He aroused her soft skin further by running his hand over it, feeling her shiver under his fingertips. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m not finished,” he said indifferently, clasping her hip and holding her against him firmly. His throbbing length wedged tightly against her pelvis as his dark eyes stared at her sharply. “Don’t start with me, you pulled me back here.”

The light lilt of his Irish accent, deeper and more pronounced, sent chilled down her spine. His tone was dark, warning her not to provoke him. But she knew they had to stop, this was their heaviest session yet and was bound to get headier. His sharp expression was determined and pensive, his dark grey eyes liquid with heat. Lush layered hair, dye a lustrous indigo, fell around him in disarray. His pale skin was flushed and rosy giving him a pleasant peach complexion that she loved. He looked delectable as always, taking her hunger to painful heights. His body, honed into hard muscles, was solid and taut against hers, imposing his want and passion onto her. It was an invigorating mixture that tore into her resistance.

“I don’t think you heard me,” she insisted sternly.

“I heard you,” he said bluntly, pushing his body against hers harder, his beautiful eyes narrowing dangerous. She knew she was treading on thin ice. Donoven had no qualm about overpowering her with force and aggression. Never to the point of harm or violation, but just enough to get what he wanted. To her added weakness, it was a major turn-on about him. “You said you would show me your breast.”

“I was just joking,” she said instantly, sitting up. “An’ you know it, so don’t even try that shit. Besides, jackass, I said I would show you my tits if you showed me your dick.”

“You really wanted to see it,” he whispered huskily before capturing her lips. Skillfully he worked her mouth until she was rubbing against him softly, panting when it was finally broken. “What would you do if you seen it?”

She laughed falling back onto the bed, grabbing onto his belt and stilling his rotating hips. “What would you do if you seen my breast?”

“I’d bite your nipples,” he stated pressing most of his weight on top of her. Both his hands pushed the rest of her skirt over her hips, spreading her thighs wider. Immediately he pressed his hardness into her hot core, and felt her heat even through the thick denim of his jeans. He groaned deeply and taunted, “You know you want me to.”

“You’re full of shit,” she baited.

He smirked inwardly; she put up such a front.

Reaching up, his right hand palmed her breast; simultaneously, her earth-brown eyes swirled with black. The sight always amazed him, provoking his inner demon. It caused him to lean closer, feeling her warm pants wash over his lips. Under his right hand, he could feel her heart speed up, almost pounding with fever. He slid his fingers down until his thumb and index found her hard nipple. With a small mocking smile, he captured her nipple between his fingers and pulled ever so. A gasp rushed past her parted lips, her body jerked causing her pelvis to press tightly against his throbbing length. All amusement vanished as he groaned, licking at her lips in driven hunger. The girl was really starting to get to him.

As expected her left hand covered his, drawing the boundary in which could not cross. Forcing him to rein in his desire and test the ultimate strength of his self-control.

Only one problem, he barely had any control left…

“Come on Mika,” he seduced in his husky lilt, tugging at her nipple again. “Let me show you how it feels.”

She closed her eyes, sighing at how easy it would be to give into him. But she knew that if she didn’t stop now, things would really get out of control. It seemed the world was smiling upon her when a loud knock sounded at the door. Now she did not have face Donoven’s objections to her decision. When she opened her eyes his sharp liquid silver stare bored into hers. His expression was dark, knowing, and his body taut. Donoven was not a stupid man nor was he a happy one. A small mocking smile graced her lips. She stretched out before him languidly, pressing her curves against him teasingly.

“Nice try,” she chuckled. “But I think you should get the door.”

Mika laughed out right; he looked so cute when frustrated.

“Laugh now,” he hissed low. “But we’ll see who’s laughing come Sunday.”

She continued to laugh even though she knew he was not joking. The undertones of his voice were hardly idle. To pay him back in advance, her hands imprisoned his neck yanking down. He came all too willing, his lips capturing hers softly yet with force. Just in spite, he pinched her nipple hard enough to elicit a soft gasp from her. Darting forth, her tongue latched onto his, pulling it into the heat of her mouth. He ground his raging member against her pulsing core in retribution, swallowing her delicious, throaty moan. She pressed her hands under his shirt, running them up his back. Many thick wilts and scares slipped under her touch, and his toned muscles becoming tight. Once again they both became entrance by the magnetic force driving them together.

He pulled his mouth away from her when feeling her nails rack down his back, hissing in painful-pleasure. A tendril of dark desire coiled along his chest. Perhaps one of her follies was her ignorance of the profound pleasure he found in pain. It was because of that he had to maintain a firm grip on it, but the little minx was ever tempting. He groaned heavily and swooped in biting at her neck sharply. This caused her nails to dig into his flesh more, sending needle like jolts of awareness over his skin. He rocked his hips against hers with something akin to longing, wanting her to cause him more pain—needing her to.


He loomed above her; by sheer curiosity, her own eyes flattered open and widen at the sight before her. She never had seen his face so flush and full of acute hunger. His hair was more meddle then usual giving him a wild appearance on top of his already untamed personality. Indigo locks lying waywardly across his eyes and face teasingly, hiding something mysterious and forthcoming. Moreover, his eyes were hooded and smothering dark. Swirls of silver melted into thunderstorm grey, dark in intent, contempt, and conviction. There was something different about his stare, something that made her indecisively alert. It could have been her imagination but she could have sworn there was a wolf lurking behind his silver eyes...

He blinked; his eyes clearing into its usual hard intensity; the concentration of his stare dark shattered by the instant pounding of the door.

As he through a grace over his shoulder, she shivered and let out a thankful sigh. She did not know what the hell was wrong with him a minute ago, but she didn’t know if she liked it. It almost seemed as if something dangerous was about to happen. The feeling made her heart pound, short of breath, and her blood burn hotter the any of his tantalizing kisses. Upon reflection, in remembrance of his dark stare, she became wetter and ach for something totally new, something unexplainable. Confused with the mix signals her body was giving her she sat up, intending on pushing him aside.

The movements of her body caused him to shiver unwilling. He turned back to her with a heavy breath. It had been a close call. All that mumbo jumbo about keeping control over his darker urges just flew out the window. Her heated eyes were too imploring. It was scary how fast his resistance fell when facing the alluring but unknowing minx. It was just that type of appeal about her that made him hungry.

“That’s probable Jason,” he rumbled huskily. “…forgot his keys again.”

“Why don’t you get up and get it,” she drawled lazily. “I think we’re more then finished here.”

“Don’t get cute,” he snapped, his lost of control making him edgy. “And don’t leave so suddenly or he’ll know something was up.”

“Whatever, just get off me,” she dismissed.

“Dammit, why can’t you be reasonable afterwards?” he huffed in annoyance as he got to his feet.

“Oh, I’d be way more happier if I was actually satisfied,” she chided.

“Watch yourself,” he growled yanking his shirt back in place and fixing his hair. His narrowed eyes were smoky with heated anger. “Remember what happen the last time, stupid…”


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