While looking into the piercing hazel eyes in front of me, I lost all my ability of sanity.

I could almost hear Brandon's heartbeat through his chest, and I was sure that he could do the same with mine.

The seconds passed by slower than they ever had before.

Suddenly, I felt a hand carefully grabbing my back which made me shiver. Every hair on my body rose and my skin created a pattern with small tiny bumps.

As I got pulled closer to Brandon, he began to slowly move his head forward. He reached my ear with his breath and slightly touched it with his soft, cold lip.

I couldn't help but grunt out of the instant feeling of strong pleasure.

He went further down, breathed against my skin and reached my neck and the sweetest of spots.

My body twitched and when he noticed my strong reaction, he placed his warm lips against my neck and began to kiss me passionately all over it.

He grabbed my skin carefully between his teeth and my body screamed with painful pleasure. The blistering feeling of his bite made the adrenaline rush through my body.

I whiffed unintentionally and I grabbed Brandon by the hair in his neck. He moved his face up to meet with mine again and now there was really no turning back.

His dark eyes begged with evil and he dragged me into his sinful actions.

In a rough move, he pressed his perfectly plump lips against my own and we made the most gorgeous match of rhythm and chemistry.

Carefully, he let his tongue slip over my lips and I answered him by meeting his tongue with my own.

Within the perfect dance of our tongues and attached lips, he grabbed me under the thighs to lift me up and push me against the wall.

The cold, hard surface hit my back and a trace of pain ached through my body.

In the grip of this glorious man's violent hands, no pain mattered to me. Every sense and feeling was brought from attraction and arousal. He could do whatever he wanted when he had me in this position because I had now finally lost to his ascendancy.

Still holding me safely with his grip under my thighs, he carried me over to the corner of the room to put me down on the old brown writing desk.

The dust spread around us as he put me down on the table.

I felt the cold wooden material against my bare legs and once again my body twitched of physical reaction. Brandon began to caress his hands over my legs and carefully he pulled the white linen fabric of my uniform upwards to expose my delicate skin even more.

To feel the touch of his soft fingers got my hormones in rapid motion and I was no longer able to scent the reality.

I put my hands underneath the white t-shirt to feel the skin of the perfect human in front of me. His skin was so soft and smooth, just like I imagined it.

While dragging my fingertips carefully over the muscular surface of his stomach, I felt his skin create bumps of shivers.

A small, quiet grunt left his lips through our intensive kisses.

Not ever before had I felt such strong feelings of need and obsession. The only thing I wanted was him - the cold-hearted, manipulative, and brutal killer.

My patient.

The way my body was screaming for him made me frustrated and aggressive.

I reached the edge of his trousers to get them out of the way and for my notice, he needed no more. I could tell that he was ready by his erection, and I was just as ready myself.

I looked down at him to realize how perfectly sized he was and I grabbed him in my hand. I began to move my hand up and down with slow motions. The only thing I wanted to was to pleasure him, make him react in a frustrating way. I wanted him to crave me as much as I craved him.

He whiffed out with pleasure and his eyes continued to roll back as I moved my hand more intensively.

His hands searched their way over my thighs, and finally found the edge of my underwear to put them aside.

"I want you so bad, Beverly,"

Brandon's extremely, sexually hot whispers made me feel even more ready and I groaned out of extreme pleasure from hearing his voice.

I was too shy to talk back to him.

Deep inside I knew how much I had been waiting for this moment. The strong concealed attraction made me long for the touch of his hands and to feel his body against my own.

He stroke with the tips of his fingers on the inside of my sensitive right thigh as he marked my neck with tiny, wet kisses.

Slowly he moved his hand closer to my core and he started to caress the area filled with thousands of sensitive nerves.

My own eyes were now rolling backwards with his touch. He stroked me so perfectly gentle, my body was screaming for him.

In another careful but sudden move, he let his fingers slide down to reach my inside. My back arched with pleasure which made the pressure of his fingers even more intense.

I was soaked.

"Dear god,"

I almost couldn't hear Brandon as he whispered out in sin, but I could perceive his words.

He couldn't wait any longer, I could tell by his humid neck and agressive look in his face.

He slipped his fingers out of me and for the first time ever between us, I knew exactly what to expect next.

The moment he pushed his body against mine, every part of me exploded and I grunt out loudly in another, so much stronger pleasure.

With my hands over his back, I felt every muscle tense along with his sensual motions.

I never thought an intimacy like this existed, until now when I got to share every part of my body with this man.

While caressing my body and kissing my lips in a rough yet so romantic way, our bodies moved with the most perfect pace.

Every sound and every groan coming out of our mouths just made the moment more exciting.

The touch of our hands and the rub of our skin, every detail mattered for this moment of the strongest attraction.

And after every dramatic and emotional meeting with Brandon, seeing him in pleasure got me satisfied enough to finish already.

I wanted my body to let go in his arms, to let myself explode and let him feel every pulse of my screaming inside. I wanted to show him the fireworks and how he affected me and my body, and letting go of climax was just the perfect way of doing that.

I let his name slip out of my mouth with the sound of extreme appetite and Brandon answered me by moving his hips more intensively and exquisitely against mine.

His every motion of touching my interior just made it harder for me to keep settled and not completely explode.

He nibbled my ear and I heard how his breath was getting heavier with every passing second.

My nails were clawing his already destroyed back roughly and I couldn't care less about the marks that would probably be left on his skin afterwards. His skin was burning hot and sweat run down his back.

Once again Brandon moved his head from my neck to face me. He told me within his dark, screaming eyes how close he was to reach the top himself and I nodded my head to approve his requisites.

His body was pushing me hard against the unstable desk when he finally showed me his greatest pleasure and loudly groaned out to fill me up with his burst.

At that second, I did exactly the same and let my body explode to share the mighty satisfaction with him.

Every muscle tensed to its limit and every vein of blood pumped in the most throbbing way. We both breathed out loud while we looked deep into each other's eyes before our lips finally met to end the glorious moment.

After this, I knew I would never regret following Brandon alone into the shed, because he truly got me to feel things I'd never experienced before in my life.

I didn't even know I could feel this way, so this only led me closer to myself and my sexuality.

All thanks to Brandon.