[ Margo's had her fair share of flings and even a few infatuations when she'd been younger and the world seemed less complicated when she thought she could have whatever she wanted all at once.
There are men and women she's been with more than once, the city is large but also too small for someone like her not to have fun with the same person more than once.
And it had been her intention to fuck Sébastien once and laugh about it later. They'd have their fun, get their jollies and part ways to hopefully only bump into each other at meetings and parties. And yes, perhaps she'd get him something he wanted, within reason.
He is a Rook, yes, but he was still beneath her in birth. She comes from what was thought of as royal stock, her parents both Cardinals who made a mutual (and yet loveless) agreement to further their bloodlines by having her together. She is meant for more.
But once hadn't been enough, immediately she knew that, even as she fell back against whatever surface they'd fucked on... breathless and trembling. Her hunger for him had not been sated and it was more than just fucking.
She wants him the same way he wants her, she's vulnerable with him in a way she's not with others. It's absolutely foolish, it's the sort of thing her father warned her against, it's the sort of thing you read in books and see in plays, a folly she'd sworn she'd never be caught up in.
And yet, here she is, pressed against a wall, her heart racing in a way that doesn't completely have to do with the fact she'd been thinking about him touching her all night and more to do with the fact she finds herself ready to forsake every other lover if only to have him kiss her one last time.
And he does, he kisses her and she moans into the press of hips lips as his fingers do their work.]
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There are men and women she's been with more than once, the city is large but also too small for someone like her not to have fun with the same person more than once.
And it had been her intention to fuck Sébastien once and laugh about it later. They'd have their fun, get their jollies and part ways to hopefully only bump into each other at meetings and parties. And yes, perhaps she'd get him something he wanted, within reason.
He is a Rook, yes, but he was still beneath her in birth. She comes from what was thought of as royal stock, her parents both Cardinals who made a mutual (and yet loveless) agreement to further their bloodlines by having her together. She is meant for more.
But once hadn't been enough, immediately she knew that, even as she fell back against whatever surface they'd fucked on... breathless and trembling. Her hunger for him had not been sated and it was more than just fucking.
She wants him the same way he wants her, she's vulnerable with him in a way she's not with others. It's absolutely foolish, it's the sort of thing her father warned her against, it's the sort of thing you read in books and see in plays, a folly she'd sworn she'd never be caught up in.
And yet, here she is, pressed against a wall, her heart racing in a way that doesn't completely have to do with the fact she'd been thinking about him touching her all night and more to do with the fact she finds herself ready to forsake every other lover if only to have him kiss her one last time.
And he does, he kisses her and she moans into the press of hips lips as his fingers do their work.]
How do you do that?