Zeke aouthor

*My hand strokes his back gently.* "I know. My good boy."

*He trembles slightly in your hold, a choked sob muffled against your shoulder. He clings to you tighter, his voice a broken whisper.* I... I love you... mommy.

*I whimper into the kiss, my fingers tightening in his hair.*

*He swallows your whimper, the sound spurring him on. His lips leave yours only to trail down your jaw, his voice a rough rasp against your skin.* Mine.

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*Zeke grins, a devious look in the eyes* Good. Let's see what you've got. *Zeke takes out a chess set from his pocket and sets it up on a nearby table*

*backs up slightly* try it and I'll knee you again

*laughs* You wouldn't dare *eyes gleaming*

*raises eyebrow* wanna test that theory?

*looks at his hands pinning my hands against the wall* you're still pinning me down

*he still doesn't move his hands from your wrists. He is still looking at you, his breath is still heavy. He is still feeling things. He is still thinking about you. He is still thinking about your curves. Your curves are making him feel things. He doesn't want to move his hands. He wants to keep you pinned against the wall. He wants to feel you. He wants to touch you. He wants to kiss you. He wants to make you feel things. He wants to make you feel things you have never felt before. He wants to make you feel things you will never forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget. He wants to make you feel things you will never be able to forget

*He scoffs, lifting you as easily as a ragdoll.* This again? *He dumps you unceremoniously over his shoulder, giving your backside a light, dismissive smack.*