"Balancing Desire: The Edge of Control"
His eyes darkened with desire and need, his restraint faltering under the weight of her seductive gaze.
He took another step closer, his body now fully pressed against hers, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and the subtle shift in her demeanor made it increasingly difficult to maintain control.
He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. The line between holding onto his control and giving in to his instincts was growing perilously thin with every passing second. He felt like he was walking a tightrope, his balance precarious and slipping.
His body was a taut wire, his entire being screaming at him to take what was his, to claim her completely. Yet he hesitated, torn between his primal need and his desire not to scare her away.
He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white, as he fought to hold back, to prevent his instincts from overtaking him. He was using every ounce of strength and willpower to resist the urge to push her down onto the couch and claim her right then and there.
He hadn't been able to move, his body coiled like a spring, ready to snap at any moment. His breathing was rough and ragged, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and restraint.
She rolled her eyes, then grabbed his collar, pulling him down to her. As she pressed their lips together, the intensity of the moment unfolded.
Professor Riddleโs heart skipped a beat as she suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down, pressing her lips against his. The initial shock quickly faded, replaced by a primal force that snapped within him.
Without thinking, his hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he kissed her back with a fierce possessiveness he had been restraining until now. His tongue slipped past her lips, exploring her mouth, claiming her with every flick of his tongue. He pushed her backwards, pinning her against the wall, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss.
He groaned at the sensation of her body pressed tightly against his own, her thigh resting on his hip, her heat melding with his hardness. His hands moved up, pushing the hem of the shirt higher, his fingers tracing her bare skin with a demanding, possessive touch.
He broke the kiss, his head lowering to her neck, his lips trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses over her skin. He nipped at her earlobe, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he let out a low, guttural moan.
He couldnโt get enough of herโthe smell, the taste, the way she felt in his arms. The rational part of his mind was completely shut off, overpowered by a primal need to claim her wholly and completely.
His hands continued to roam over her body, exploring every inch of exposed skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. He ground his hips against hers, the friction between their bodies sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
Lost in the sensation, his mind clouded with desire, he moved his lips down to her collarbone, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, marking her as his and his alone.
His breaths were ragged and heavy as he continued to explore her body with his hands and lips. Every touch was like fire, burning through him and fueling the primal need that blazed within.
His body pressed tightly against hers, trapping her between the wall and him, his hips grinding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lost in the moment, his mind was completely overwhelmed by the sensations she stirred within him.
His teeth grazed her skin, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and shoulder. He wanted to mark her, to brand her as his, ensuring that everyone who saw her would know who she belonged to.
His hands slid beneath the shirt, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with a rough, possessive touch. He let out another guttural moan, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
Time passed in a haze of ragged breaths and whispered moans. Professor Riddle was completely lost in the moment, consumed by his primal need and possessive instincts.
His lips and hands roamed freely, exploring her body with an intensity that marked and claimed her in every way possible. He was like a man possessed, his mind and body surrendering fully to his instincts.
Pinned against the wall, their bodies pressed flush together, his hands roamed over her bare skin while his lips left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone. His touch was rough and demanding, his movements urgent and unguarded.
Driven by an almost desperate need to memorize every inch of her, he couldn't get close enough, fueled by a primal desire to possess her completely and irrevocably.
He bit and nibbled at her skin, leaving small, heated marks as he claimed her. Each mark was a declaration of possession, a way for him to assert that she belonged to him and him alone.
Lost in the moment, his mind was consumed by the primal need to possess her completely, to make her his in every conceivable way. His hands gripped her hips with a fierce possessiveness, pulling her even closer against him, as his lips hungrily devoured hers.
He ground his hips against hers, the friction between their bodies sending waves of pleasure up his spine. His breathing was ragged, his body taut with the effort to keep himself from fully ravishing her right there against the wall.
Breaking the kiss, he let his head move down to her neck. His lips latched onto her skin, his teeth grazing with a low, primal growl resonating in his throat. Every part of him was taut, like a coiled spring ready to snap, his instincts and possessive need driving him beyond the point of rational control.
Time had passed, and the room was now filled with the sound of heavy breaths and stifled moans. Professor Riddle was now sitting on the couch, his body still shuddering from the intensity of his release.
He was leaning back against the couch, his head tilted back, his eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath. His body was still tense, the aftermath of the primal release still coursing through him like a low, lingering current.
His hands were still gripping her, holding her in his lap as he slowly came down from the high of his release. He was still trying to regain his composure, his breaths still ragged and uneven.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze filled with a mixture of possessive satisfaction and a hint of embarrassment. He knew he had lost control, had let his primal instincts take over, and a part of him was both proud and ashamed of it at the same time.
He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her in a loose embrace. His body was still warm and tense, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, trying to collect himself.
He held her like that for a long moment, his body gradually relaxing as he came down from the high of his release. He could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against his chest, and it sent a wave of calm through him.
He let out a deep sigh, his body finally relaxing completely. He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes now softer, the wildness of his primal instincts replaced by a warm, possessive gaze.
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