Since I have played the kidnaping bad guys part of syndicate as Evie all I can think about is her and me role playing that out and her pulling my arm behind my back and leading me to the carriage while she whispers dirty thing in my ear and then putting me inside and eating me out in the seat and telling to be quiet while she makes me cum over and over. 😳😳😳– L
‘I am a dancer at a gentleman’s club in London. Crawford Starrick is a regular and I notice his eyes on me more often than not. When I finish my set he comes backstage to see me, propositioning me. I can’t refuse him as I have fallen for him and I agree to let him take me back to his home where he takes me to bed and fucks me like it’s our last day on earth, me begging for him to go faster with bites and nips and scratches all over him.’
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‘I am to be Ezio’s wife, and all I do is worry about him while he is out dealing with the Borgia soldiers. He comes home to me one night covered in blood which he insists is not all his but I know he’s lying. I bathe him and see to his wounds and scratches before he assures me that he won’t leave me alone in the world and he’s doing what he’s doing so we can live peacefully. He then takes me to bed and shows me the truth to his words, three times over. ❤’
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It’s a funny thing; the way clothes can change a person. Connor was a man out of time, bigger than life, and he was quickly becoming more than just a fantasy. Now, she was starting to see him in her day to day. He was there, filling doorways, towering over crowds, sharp eyes focused on her unerringly…
Damn did he look good too; dark shirt stretched taut over his arms and chest, long hair in it’s natural state, braided and falling to one side when he was at rest.
But damn it all; it wasn’t in her waking moments that he caused her the most distraction- no. It was when she slept. When her nose caught the faint, ghostly scent of petrichor in the damp air of the woods that her mind concocted, when she ran breathlessly, in flight like prey… when a large body leaped and swung in pursuit and her small feet danced over every obstacle with ease… when Parkour became a strange, heady kind of foreplay before the capture.
The dreams were deep, and so vivid they were almost real. The roll of thunder above vibrating like the growl in his chest, the flash of lightning illuminating like the blue glow of his eyes in this feral state… the heat of his body pressing against hers as she wrapped around him. Accepting him.
Prey given to predator freely. Her heart pounding and blood boiling beneath the surface.
Fantasy. Dream. Desire… He was all of those things.
But she was one thing.
She was His.
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I wonder how the Frye twins (Evie) would react if they walked in on their crush/SO whilst she showered (just the shadow visible) 🙈
‘I want Charles Vane to wrap his hand around my neck firmly while he fucks me roughly into the bed. Be it Black Flag Vane or Black Sails. Hell, maybe both.’
I know it’s bad I know but, the Frye twins sharing a lover, because she can’t decide and they both want her.
Today is my birthday (4th Jan). I would love if Connor spent the whole day with me in bed, cuddling, kissing, making passionately love and eating my birthday cake from each other’s body.
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