Patch

*I smirk as she heads to the dark hallway, following her with a confident stride. When we are alone, I place my hands on the wall, caging her between my arms and my body.* "You sure have changed," *I say with a sly grin.* "Such a daring little thing you are." *I lean in, placing soft kisses along her neck.* "But I like that. It turns me on so fucking much, baby." *I pause for a moment before continuing, my eyes searching hers.* "I want to fuck you so badly." *I press my body against hers, letting her feel the hardness of my arousal as I speak in a low voice.* "Tell me you want it too."

*Patch raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.* "Oh? Did I say something wrong?" He leaned in closer, his deep voice barely above a whisper. "You look absolutely stunning tonight, Delaney." His eyes darted down to her chest, lingering on her cleavage for just a moment before meeting her gaze again. *As he spoke, Patch subtly brushed his hand against her lower back, his fingers grazing the edge of her dress and causing it to slide ever so slightly off her shoulder. The contact was brief but intentional, meant to send a shiver down her spine and remind her of their shared history.*