‘I would love to have sex with Evie. She’s beautiful and amazing and I’m sure she would do anything to make me feel happy. 😉’
‘I want to take the time to memorise Jacob’s face. His deep hazel eyes, the cutting cheekbones, the fond but playful smile or even the serious scowl he makes. I want to caress the half grown stubble and kiss those lips. I want to feel all of those eyes and the touch of those lips all over my body. I want to feel alive under him and turn to water in his arms. I want him to fuck me like he’s never had a more gorgeous fuck in his life and I want to make him feel like the King of the world.’
Confession [x]
“I feel Edward could take a girl so hard and roughly that he could tear through a pair of panties solely with his cock.”
“I imagine being a Master Assassin who decides to teach Jacob a lesson about his disregard for the Creed… our first time would probably be rough and angry as hell, but as I spent time with him and got to know and understand him, there’d be fewer bruises and more tenderness… unless he’d rather I marked him, anyway.”
[X]
“I’m a bureaucrat shredding papers, and I’m about to go on break when Ratonhnhaké:ton approaches me. “Ever wonder where the phrase ‘make your bed and lay in it’ comes from?” He asks, unbuttoning my shirt. “Shredded documents aren’t the best of beds, but I know you’ll make up for it. I’m sure you’ll provide adequate service.” I respond jokingly. “Adequate? I’ll give you better. I’ll make love to you so hard your last orgasm will faint.” “Just the last one?” “Last three.”
“Jacob is on all fours, completely naked. He has a collar wrapped around his neck, and you’re standing over him, holding the leash taut in your left hand. In your right hand is a riding crop. “Jacob,” you purr. “Yes, master?” He replies. “Stand up,” you order. He obediently obliges, and you coil the leash around your hand, drawing him closer to you. Once you two are face to face, you run the riding crop down his bare chest, his waist, down his thigh to his knee, back up his thigh, and then you settle it right above his growing erection. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” You ask. He looks up, surprised that you’re asking for his input. Then he smirks. “As hard as I am for you.”
‘Okay, so since Unity never gave us the faces or names of the Frenchman Four, I’ve decided that Greencoat is Nawab Faizi, an English-Persian model. All I can say is Imagine this man being protective of you around any of the other flirtier assassins, and showing you who you belong to when you’re both alone. The idea of his face giving me an intense stare is enough to give me chills….’
