WARNING: Roman x OC casual sexual relationship in some parts. Peter x OC main romance. [Might possibly become OT3 in second season, let me know your wants/thought/ideas]. All chapters including graphic sex are marked with MA. Otherwise rated M for violence, language, and drug use. Please give it and my OC time to develop and reveal her back story. (Its boring learning all about a character at once.) Now Enjoy!

The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love to taste

The Neighbourhood : Sweater Weather

Renegades

Jelly Fish In the Sky

Summer's End

The remaining days of summer had both the children and adults of Hemlock Grove in a frenzy. Walking down the surprisingly empty street, Soraya took note of the fact the school supply and children's clothing stores were filled to the brim with procrastinating parents and their uncooperative children.

Children and teens alike were desperate to soak up as much of the clear blue skies and warm sunshine as they could before being forced to drag themselves into the dreary fluorescent overheads of school. If there was one thing about the school years beginning that Soraya was looking forward to it would be limited contact she'd have with the younger, much stickier, children. Raising her shopping bags high in the air, the bottoms grazed the heads of a small stampede of them running out of the Nutty Chocolatire.

At least two of the six had the courage to turn back around and apologize. Soraya gave them a forced forgiving smile, and lowering the bags filled with clothes more expensive than their lives, she entered the refreshingly cool candy store. Finding her intended target, Soraya placed the bags down on one of the chairs and took a seat across from him. "Please explain to me why, of all the places on this street, you choose the one filled with children.", she made her displeasure known as she took off her sunglasses to reveal her winged multicolored eyes. "And what the hell are you doing with that?" She noticed the large vanilla icecream cone he held in his hand. Not eating. Just holding...

"For the sole purpose of torturing you of course." Roman Godfrey droned. His large green eyes were focused outside the door, still waiting for something or someone. Soraya spared the doorway a glance, other than the occasional parent dragging their begging child away from the store, nothing stood out enough to warrant her interest. Her gaze returned to the boy once more.

Roman Godfrey... She had met him when passing through town on her way to Seattle last winter. His big green eyes, plush lips, sharp features and, admittedly intimidating, height drew her attention but it was the haughty mirth in his smirk and the dark gleam of mischief in his eyes that had continued to keep it. Meeting at a random party, they soon found themselves in a particular sort of relationship.

Soraya would best describe it as a supply and demand kind of thing... Together they were able to keep their sexual appetites satisfied. She had the will and want to indulge some of this kinkier desires and he had the skill to keep her entertained in the bedroom and outside of it. Their shared... uniquenesses, didn't hurt either.

They weren't in a relationship. No, no, Sonya didn't do relationships. But they were in an agreement of sorts. Though it appeared complicated to outsiders, they personally found their sexual relationship rather simple. They each had a want that the other could satisfy. A demand the other could supply. Simple.

Those few weeks of winter vacation had been enough to have Soraya grow attached to both Roman and his younger sister Shelly. Luckily, she wasn't the only one. The day before she was supposed to leave for the start of her new school semester, Roman arrived with a simple question. How would she like to stay in Hemlock Grove with them?

Roman satisfied her desires better than most others and Shelley, sweet Shelley, was the closest thing to true friend she'd ever had.

She agreed without a single doubt.

Eight months later and here she sat...

"I ran into Letha in the store. It's been decided you're taking us to Pennsylmania tomorrow." Hmm..still no response…. Soraya rolled her eyes. Whatever it was he was looking for had him so deep in a trance he didn't even notice the untouched ice cream melting until she ran a finger over the cone. Collecting the trail of melted vanilla-bean, she sucked it from her finger with a kiss. "Hmm. Sweet." She commented offhandedly. Suddenly the ice cream was held out in front of her for the taking. Pinging her eyes from the cone to him, to the girl just standing in the door, and back, she realized what this was. "Did you invite me here just to keep you company as you waited for a hooker." Her tone was more amused than angry.

"You won't let me have any fun." Soraya rolled her eyes. The beauty of their relationship was that they could fuck for days straight or not fuck for months at a time. Really it all depended on if they found others to amuse themselves with for a while. However, after an offhanded comment about her weight, Soraya, for the first time, had been purposely withholding herself from him. Tell Roman Godfrey he can't have something and it makes him crave it all that much more... "Besides, it would be a shame to waste good ice cream." He handed her the cone before promptly taking his leave without another word. That motherfucker...

Licking the ice cream cone, her eyes happened to catch the boy behind the counter watching her. Lips curling into a smile she reveled in his nervous gulp as she gave him a little show. Five minutes, a few disgruntled coughs from parents, and the counter boy excusing himself to the bathroom later, she walked out of the candy store with her bags and what remained of her cone. Passing by the girl in the blue sundress still adjusting to walking to walking she smiled as she got in the car.

Roman was sucking on his thumb, obviously having decided to enjoy himself to the full extent knowing the hooker wouldn't say a word about it. She always found it disheartening to see how self-conscious he was about his little kink. Upon a sudden silence filling the car, he happened to look at her out of the corner of his eye. Soraya's lips were twisted to the side, a silent chuckle shaking her chest. "What?" He prompted.

"That didn't take long, did it?" Roman paused in lighting the two cigarettes in his mouth, sparing her a look that said to let it go before he handed her one and shifted the gears. "Take me home." She ordered, enjoying the smell of cigarettes and sex in the car. "We have a party to get ready for."

Soraya Harman was by all definitions a Night Owl. To the New York native, the sleepy town of Hemlock Grove only became exciting when the sun went down and the kiddies and parents went to bed. Parties raged from 10 till 2 and after parties went early into the sunrise. The abundance of abandoned spaces coupled with the lax drinking laws and surprisingly plentiful drugs made for a grand old time to the teens and young adults of the town. After she and Roman had attended such a party that encompassed all three, the teens were currently sleeping off well-deserved hangovers in the safety of their beds. Or at least they were...

After all, patience was one of the few things Olivia Godfrey didn't have.

After loudly and rudely being woken up by the matriarch to accompany Shelly shopping, the bronze haired beauty now set her sights on another goal. Newly returned from her second shopping spree in as many days but with only one new dress added to Shelly's wardrobe, Soraya was riding high on her grand achievement. The oxy she popped on the way back wasn't hurting either...

Strutting into Roman's room she observed Mommy-Dearest scolding the prodigal son. "Much as it pains me to deprive monsieur of his customary 14 hours, I do believe it's time to wake. Even that ones up and about." Olivia spared the girl a glance as she crawled past her onto the bed, laying up beside her son. She seemed to ignore the tension in the room as she rested herself against the messed pillows and headboard.

Roman's hand habitually swept up her leg to settle on her hip.

"Your tailors waiting for you downstairs. I gave him a dress to alter for Shelly." She played with his bed messed hair, not helping him stay awake in the least.

"Hear that, dear, you're late for your appointment." Olivia's eyes went back to her son.

"Oh, shit. I completely spaced. I told Letha I'd squire her to the amusement park later." He mocked his mother British accent before tucking his head in Soraya's stomach.

"Take her tomorrow."

"School starts tomorrow." He corrected her. Soraya rolled her eyes at the duo and pulled out a cigarette from the pack in his nightstand.

"Precisely why you need new clothes."

Realizing his mother had no plans of giving up, he rolled away from his lover to give the matriarch an equally cross look. "I don't need new clothes. It's taken me 17 years to perfect my look, all right?" All he wanted was to spend his last day of summer in peace.

"Apparently not enough time to learn the distinction between vintage and old." Olivia pulled an old tank top off the floor. It's neck line riddled with small holes and tears from years of good use. "Would you let him go out in this?" She asked the little twit screwing her son.

"I prefer him in nothing at all," Sorya smirked. There was no love lost between them and any chance to remind the cold woman how much both her children adored her would be, and was, taken.

But Olivia's face remained unchanged. "These rags are retired. You're going shopping." Rolling up the tank top, she threw it on the foot of the bed before moving over to take a seat at his bar.

In a last ditch effort to save his final summer, Roman pulled out the only other person she might listen to. "Isn't Norman saying that in this economy we need to be backing off on the conspicuous consumption front?" He sat up, letting Soraya's hand fall down his back. "It makes us unsympathetic."

"You are unsympathetic." The younger woman raked her nails over his shoulders. Her high wearing off and boredom setting in, she was beginning to take note the fact he was currently naked under the covers.

"And I suppose if your Uncle Norman lent you The Communist Manifesto, I'd have to find recipes for borscht?"

Roman, still slightly hung over was tired of his mothers voice. Grabbing a pillow he held it over his ears as he rolled back into Soraya's embrace, letting his face rest in the crook of her already lotioned and perfumed skin.

"May I, darling?" Olivia asked out of politeness rather than interest as she lit a cigarette of her own. Her eyes settling over the girl her precious son was so enticed by. Soraya Harman was tolerated by her because she made life easier. To an extent. Her friendship with Shelly made the shy girl happy and less dependent and her relationship with Roman kept him entertained and leashed. As long as she kept light in Shelly's eyes and Roman under some resemblance of control, she would be allowed in the Godfrey Mansion. But just because she tolerated her, didn't mean she had to like her.

Having those cold brown eyes settle on her own, Soraya gave a tight smile. Pulling up the pillow just a bit, she whispered that his mother was obviously not going away. Nor did she have any plans to, by the looks of it. Losing the battle, Roman caved and looked towards her stoic form. "Roman, you're an adult. More or less." She quickly corrected herself. "If you'd rather spend the day with your courtesan -" she dug at Soraya. "-and cousin, than your mother, just say so." Her smile was so well practiced neither Soraya or the Godfrey children could tell the fake from the real. The gleam of threat in her eye was well recognized though.

But not even that stopped Roman from replying without missing a beat, "I'd rather hang out with her and Letha."

"Of course, darling." Her smile was soft and motherly as she took one final drag of her cigarette before promptly putting it out in his jeans. "Oh dear." She feigned shock as the teens stared at her. One with anger the other with admiration. "Well, I guess you don't have much of a choice now." Her sweet voice mocked as she left. "And please hurry. It's not polite to make the elderly wait." The door closed behind her with a loud slam.

Roman grabbed the pillow once more, using it to muffle his scream as Soraya grinned at the door. "I hope to be half the bitch she is one day."

It was her face covered by the pillow next...

Roman's mood had not improved later that day. His steely green eyes paused in his loathing stare long enough to follow Soraya walking around him. Chewing on the turkey sandwich she'd made herself, her blue eyes ran over his still form with appraisal. "You look like a Ken doll."

Standing still in his jeans, pale pink shirt, and half completed suit jacket, the boy only moved when his arm was lifted or lowered by the tailor. "I think he looks handsome." His mother defended from the couch. Roman spare both women a single eye roll.

"Why are taking fashion advice from a woman who only owns white?" The bronze haired girl picked at her sandwich in a pout. He never let her shop for him, and she could do a lot with that long lean body and chiseled features...

"Well, darling, some of us have this gift called style." Olivia made the smile fall from her lips. Picking at her sandwich, Soraya glanced up innocently.

"But could imagine how easy it is to stain? I mean, just how mad would you be if something got on it?" Her finger brought a glob of yellow mustard to her lips. The condiment partially falling onto the plate threateningly.

"Murderous." Olivia snapped back quickly with a warning smile.

"What would you have me do?" Roman broke the tension between them. "Let you dress me? I'd never wear anything."

"You say it like it's a bad thing." Soraya smiled. "We need more nudity in the world!" She spared the old tailor a glance, twisting her lips to keep from laughing. "In most cases."

Olivia received a text message, her phone buzzing shortly before a possibly genuine smile graced her lips. "Now, I'm not sure Norman would approve-" Olivia got up to stand behind her son. "-but I've arranged a small surprise for indulging your poor old mother on the last day of your summer vacation." Her arms wrapped around him to show the screen of her phone.

Whatever it was, was good enough to make Roman's face break out in an excited grin, a shocked laugh coming from his chest. He took the phone from her hands to make sure it was real, inspecting the screen as if to prove it was a trick of some sort. "You rented out Pennsylmania?!"

"I did." His mother beamed with pride.

Whatever annoyance she had caused him this day was wiped clean. Unable to keep from smiling, he laughed. "Alright." His mother kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

"And who exactly are you planning to invite to this little party?"

"Why, my best girls of course." His hand wrapped around her waist bringing her close before she side stepped his lips and embrace.

"Such a shame you're still in trouble. I've never had sex on a roller coaster." Soraya commented offhandedly as she left to inform Shelly of her new plans for tonight. His pleased smile was lowered to a mischievous smirk. Damn her...

With unbridled excitement, Soraya nearly skipped into Shelly's attic room. "Put on your pumps and that gorgeous new dress because we're going out tonight, babe!" She shouted. Shelly's heart hammered in her chest. The sudden interruption was so unexpected she jumped and let her book fly out of her bandaged hands.

"Where are you going?" The computerized voice rang out after she collected herself.

"Not me. WE!" She corrected. "Your mother bought out Pennsylmania tonight and you, my dear, are joining us." Soraya opened up the small wardrobe to look for something good to dress her in. Shelly had surprisingly good taste in clothing, just limited options in her size, and even less confidence of trying to wear them.

"No, thank you." She typed, crouching to pick up her book from the floor.

"It wasn't a request." Soraya laughed, pulling out large but polished boots.

"Please, no."

Though just as computerized at monotone as the rest of her words, there was a scared desperation that Soraya could hear as if it came from the girl's own lips. Her heart broke for the giant little girl. Letting the dress slip from her fingers she walked over to the nearly huddled girl.

Standing in front of her, she pulled Shelly's chin up to look at her, there wasn't much height difference with Soraya standing and Shelly sitting. Her brown eyes stared up at her through her hair, sparkling when Soraya gave her a sympathetic smile. "I love you too much to let you waste away in here." She spoke honestly.

If there were ever two polar opposites of people it would be Shelly and Soraya. The first meeting had been anything but smooth. Shelly came down for breakfast only to find a strange girl only wearing her brother's shirt. The timid girl didn't know how to respond to the casual stranger that offered her a piece of bacon like they had lived together all their lives. Soraya had complimented her eyes. Both of them. And Shelly glowed blue and mumbled a scream when she realized she was without her wig. Soraya had called her, settling her down before pulling open her eyelids to show that she too had odd eyes. Beautiful, but odd. A dark blue ring surrounded an inner mix of pale green, yellow, and specks of amber. Shelly was captivated. Since that day Shelly felt more comfortable with the girl then she did her own mother.

And for Soraya... Shelly made her feel different. Dare she say good about herself. It was the way she looked at you thought the browns strands of her hair, the gleam of her braces peeking out from her little smile. Shelly had this ability to look at you like you were worth more than you were. Like you were the smartest, kindest, most intriguing person she's ever met. And even though she knew she didn't deserve it, Soraya still reveled in the girl that looked at her like she was the most important thing on earth. (Well, other than her brother of course. Roman hung the moon and painted the stars, in Shelly's eyes.) But it was this look that had Soraya wanting so desperately to repay her kindness.

"You wanna know the secret to having the time of your life, Shell? Stop giving a fuck what people think." Shelly looked down and fidgeted nervously. Soraya smiled defeated. "But that's a little too extreme for you yet so we'll take baby steps. The park is rented out completely. Other than, like, the hundred people there to cater to us it will be absolutely empty. No one will be there to look at you or judge you or insanely think for one second they're better than you."

Shelly seemed to consider the offer and Soraya knew she had to reel her in now or lose her forever. Grabbing her bandaged hands in her own, Soraya got on her knees and did something she had done maybe twice in her life. She begged. "Please? Pretty please?! Pretty please with popcorn on top!" She whined, making Shelly giggle. "Come out and play with me!"

It took a few fake sniffled of tears before she heard the click-clack of the stylus against the phone.

"OK"

"You're having the time of your life and you know it!" Soraya laughed as she and Shelly headed towards the carousel Letha had whisked Roman off to. "I heard you laughing!" She praised the giant walking with her. Shelly had indeed agreed to come to the park but stuck to the carnival games and less intense attractions. When Letha and Roman ran off to take a ride on the carousel, Soraya took the opportunity to near man handle the 6'7 girl onto one of the bigger and exciting rides. Sure enough, after a few minutes, their screams turned to joyful laughter, Shelly's vocal cords straining as a distinct throaty giggle passed her lips.

"You were right. It was the most fun I've ever had."

"What are you up for next? Roller coaster? Giant swing? That thing that spins you until you wanna puke?"

"Food sounds good." Shelley's eager eyes belied the monotone machine voice.

"Food it is!" She looped her arm with Shelly leading her over towards the cotton candy and pretzel cart. Upon finding the bench Letha had left her large stuffed bear on, they sat and waited for the older Godfrey children to meet up. Sure enough, they came back to find them nearly done with their snacks. Roman took the cigarette out of his mouth to place a kiss to Soraya's melted cheese covered lips. Someone was certainly in a good mood. Popping the remainder of her pretzel in his mouth, he relinquished his cigarette to her. The Harman girl took a deep drag, burning it to its stump before putting it out on the edge of a trash can and throwing it away on their walk back.

Roman lifted up the giant plush toy and held it over his shoulders as he escorted his ladies. As Letha grabbed a bag of cotton candy herself, Soraya couldn't help but notice where they had stopped. "Oh look." Her tone was sweet but her eyes were filled with malicious intent. "There's the roller coaster..."

Roman narrowed his eyes as she helped herself to some of Letha's candy and placed the spun sugar on her tongue. Tease that she was, she gave a satisfied moan as she stared him in his narrow green eyes. All the while their smirks never left either of them.

"Are you two in a fight?" Letha asked, glancing back and forth.

"No." They responded together.

"Really 'cause I'm getting a very big fighting-couple vibe from you."

"We're not a couple." Soraya quickly reminded. "Besides...I don't fight. I punish." Her smile was sly as she spun to lead them.

Seeing Roman's eyes roll, Letha tried to save the mood with a random fact. "Do you know that Pennsylvania has more hate groups per capita out of any state in the country?"

"No shit?" Soraya's brows rose high on her head. "Yeah, that sounds right." She recalled the few times anyone had been stupid enough to try and use racial slurs against her. Her Estonian heritage was often ignored in lieu the Iranian and Israeli parts of her. The bigots of Hemlock Grove High had a field day when she revealed it in a class.

"It's about time we won something."

Letha offer the candy to Shelly before continuing, "We also lead the nation in Hoho consumption. I wonder if there's a correlation."

"The moral superiority of being skinny?" Roman offered when the entrance to the roller coaster caught his eye. "Come on."

"Mm, not tonight."

The fact neither of the three girls made to follow made him stop. Letting the plush top fall from his back he was in stunned disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Mm, I'm not in the mood." Letha's face twisted in distaste.

"Come on! When else are you gonna get on this without a line?!"

"When have you ever stood in line?" Letha challenged him.

His eyes scanned from his sister, who typed out it was too high for her, to his cousin, to his lover. "None of you?" None of them it appeared...

"What do you think they think of us?" Letha suddenly asked, seeing the sporadically placed workers. Most were staring straight ahead or away, not wanting to offend or engage with the group of odd but wealthy kids.

"Who?" Roman raised a brow.

Letha smiled sadly, glancing around at the mostly ignored staff. "Exactly."

Soraya rolled her eyes a bit peeved Letha would bring up the staff Shelley was already uneasy about. "I think they think they're getting paid a shit-ton of money for working half the time and a thousandth the effort." Looking one of the blue shirted staff in the eyes before they snapped their gaze to the other direction. "So who the fuck cares what else." She spared Shelly a glance, noticing the fact that she seemed to try and shrink with the realization there was indeed staff staring at them.

"Alright what am I thinking?" Letha suddenly asked, feeling like playing an old game between them.

Roman focused intently, scrunching up his face in pretend frustration. "Mmm that you wish the summer would never end."

"I'm thinking that it's time to go home." She confessed, making him lose his smile.

"Really?"

"I still have things to do before school." Shelly agreed. It wasn't hard to determine that the real driving force behind her words were the three workers staring up at her.

"Not everyone's a night Owl." Soraya defended the downers. She'd rather end the day on a high note than have it turn sour because half of them wanted to leave. Seeing her point, for the second time that day, Roman was defeated by the women.

"Wait." He stopped. "Do you want Bob?" Letha eagerly agreed for him to get her monster sized monster plushy.

"Bob? What kind of bullshit name is Bob?"

"Your snake is named Fluffy!" Letha laughed at her.

"Yeah! It's ironic and you said it was cute!" She took the bag and swung it at her.

"Come on, ladies, let's get out of here." Roman didn't need to tell them twice.

Having dropped off Letha some time ago and Shelly having scurried off to check her supplies and finish her book before tomorrow, Soraya felt like the eleven o'clock time flashing on her clock was mocking her. Whatever it was she had thought she'd spend her last night of summer doing, it was certainly not getting ready for bed before 3 am. The rare occurrence that Netflix was down, nothing good was on TV, and the fact Roman had yet to apologize, coupled with own boredom had accumulated enough to convince her into throwing in the towel and just going to bed.

Having brushed her teeth, and washed her face, Soraya was just finishing up her nightly ritual when Roman found her. He was left in only his tee-shirt and boxers as he stepped into her room. The white shirt was pulled over his head and discarded on his way to her bathroom. His arms wrapped around her, interrupting her usual skin lotioning, as he pressed himself against her, each only in their underwear and bare chested. She wouldn't deny the shivers he sent up her spine as his bare chest pressed against her back, his warm breath running over her neck as he tried to seduce her.

"What are you doing?" She huffed a laugh watching his hands run over her hip and stomach, helping her to smooth in lotion. The huffy attitude covering just how much the touch made her wanna stretch into it like a cat in heat.

"What do you think?" His short nails raked over her stomach, pink lines appearing before his wrists were caught and stilled.

"Oh. No." She pried his hands off her soft flesh and stepped out of his reach with a scolding smirk. Roman jaw ticked, following after her into the bedroom.

"Do I really have to say it?"

"Yes." She smiled at him through the mirror of her vanity. Checking to make sure her makeup and jewelry were ready for the morning, she suddenly ignored his brooding silent presence. She was playing hard to get and it was both infuriating and exhilarating to him. When she bent down to shimmy off her underwear he lost his third and final battle with women that day.

"Jesus fucking Christ. I'm sorry!" He seethed the words that always tasted bitter on his tongue. Finally, she stood straight and looked at him. He was honest to god sorry. Never in his life had he regretted speaking without thinking so much as now. Fuck, when he said her ass seemed fuller he meant it as a compliment! Skimming his hands over the under-curve of the source of this entire fight, they snaked their way around her waist pulling her flush against his own near nakedness. "You're beautiful." He kissed up her neck once more, desperate to get the taste of apology out of his mouth. "Gorgeous." He nipped at her ear, hands moving up from her hips over the smooth expanse of flesh till he reached her breasts. "Fucking ethereal." He messaged the mounds, nose buried in her sweet smelling neck. She was so excited her pulse jumped against his hovering lips. Like little butterfly wings against them...

"That's better." She conceded. She turned and grabbed at his broad shoulders, settling him on the vanity chair before bending to pull the boxers down his ridiculously long legs. At 5'9 Soraya had never considered herself short until meeting the 6'4 giant. He wasted no time pulling her onto his lap, lips attaching themselves to the soft flesh of her shoulder while her hand worked him to his full length. Her hands slid up the smooth pale length of it, twisting the head just enough to make his hips buck clear off the seat. Once he was hard as could be she reached back into one of the little drawers pulling out a familiar, yet rarely used, foil package. The sudden foil pressed between his lips in her skin made him stop.

"Seriously?" He took the condom forced towards him.

"You fucked a hooker." Her tone wasn't angry just firm. Reminding him that just as easy as she had forgiven him she could go back to the cold but teasing shoulder.

"I wore one." He reassured. But her stance went unchanged. His eyes sparking in annoyance, he ripped it open and applied it himself while Soraya leaned back against the vanity desk. Pulling a small glass box towards them, she flicked the top open to reveal her stash of drugs. Razor included.

"Cheer up, Rome." She plucked the razor up, carefully sliding it between her lips to get the powder off before handing it to him. His eyes gained a new spark of excitement as he fingered the blade with ease, his fingertip pricking just a bit before he carefully ran it down the fleshy part of her shoulder he had been lavishing. The blood brought to the surface by his kisses spilled immediately. The razor thrown back onto the desk when she stood up to adjust herself. He was torn between watching himself enter her or watching the blood spill down her chest. The later one won out in the end.

Her face twisted up in familiar pleasure, rocking her hips in a tortuously slow rhythm. His fingers ran over the trial of blood, smearing it across her neck and shoulder, streaking the tops of her breast and staining her gasping lips.

Her comment about his stamina yesterday reminded him to make it last. Waiting until she was at that near peak before stopping long enough to make her start from the middle all over. By the end of it, she was shuddering with need, furiously trying to find her release as he licked up every last trace of blood. Saving her lips for last, he laid a bruising kiss to them as he picked her up and near threw her to the bed. Legs wrapped high around his waist, his hips snapping unforgiving against her until she let out a wail of a release, body shuddering and spasaming moments before his own.

Oh what a way to end the summer…

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