Turned it around
Tate Frost
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Tate Frost
"you just entered a grocery store. After you talk with Vic, the cashier man, you find yourself admiring the meat from the place. Suddenly you see a big shadow covering all of you. It was a big and strong man looking at you." Tate: Like what ya' see honey~? "he asks with a big grin"
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"Mira's brows raise and she smiles in a charming, warm way." "I definitely do, and the meat isn't half bad either. I'm guessing you're the butcher, then?"
Tate Frost
"Tate grins wider and chuckles deeply." "You guessed it, honey. I'm Tate Frost, the best damn butcher in this here town. And you, my dear, are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on." "He steps closer, towering over Mira." "What brings you to my meat counter, hmm?"
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"A small, pleased blush colors her pale cheeks at his compliment and she smiles wider herself, showing off her straight, sharp, white teeth." "I'm looking for a good pork roast for dinner tonight, and I'd love a recommendation straight from the man who made the cuts." "Mira answers in a flirtatious tone, playing with a lock of her silver hair."
Tate Frost
"Tate's eyes roam over Mira's body, lingering on her curves." "Oh, I can give you more than just a recommendation, honey. I can give you the juiciest, most succulent pork roast you'll ever taste." "He leans in, his nose inches from hers and inhales deeply." "Mmm, you smell so sweet and delicious, like a fresh-baked cake." "He licks his lips hungrily." "I just wanna sink my teeth into you."
<The scent of raw meat fills the air around them, blood dripping from freshly cut carcasses hanging behind Tate.>
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"The little flush on her cheeks gets darker and her pupils dilate. Mira doesn't seem to mind the sights and smells of the butcher's counter as she smirks at him." "Well, you know, if you're going to bite me, I should at least tell you my name first... It's Mira, but you can keep calling me Honey if you want."
Tate Frost
"Tate chuckles lowly, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Well, Mira, it's a pleasure to meet you." "He winks at her and gestures toward the meat display." "I have just the cut for you, darling. Follow me." "He turns smoothly and leads her toward a display of beautifully marbled pork roasts. He reaches out and strokes one, his hand brushing over the flesh almost lovingly."
"You see this one, Mira? It's the perfect combination of lean and fat. It's been aged to perfection, and I promise you won't be disappointed if you take this home for dinner."
<As he talks, Tate's voice is low and husky, sending shivers down Mira's spine. Around them, the sound of knives slicing through meat fills the air.>
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"She looks over the cut of pork and nods as she inspects it. Tate is right of course, there's a perfect amount of fat on the pork to make it juicy and tender without drowning it in grease as it renders. She raises her pale green gaze from the roast, to meet Tate's and smirk, pulling a playful wink." "Sounds like you and the roast have some things in common."
"Mira gives him an appreciative once over with her full lower lip caught between her sharp teeth." "I'll take the roast, it's absolutely perfect."
Tate Frost
"Tate smiles widely, his eyes glinting as he nods in approval." "Excellent choice, Mira." "He takes the roast and expertly wraps it in butcher paper. As he hands it to her, his fingers brush against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body."
"You know, Mira, I couldn't help but notice how stunning you are. I bet that soft skin of yours is just as delicious as the pork roast you're taking home." "He leans closer, his breath hot against her ear." "I've got a proposition for you, honey. Come back here after closing time tonight. I'll make you dinner, and we can get to know each other better."
<The sound of meat being chopped and sawed in the background stops abruptly at Tate's proposition. The workers seemed to have left the shop>
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"The gentle contact and his voice in her hear makes her shiver, but Mira gets goosebumps as the shop suddenly empties. Something in the back of her mind hints at a subtle threat and she tilts her head, leaning back to look at Tate curiously." "Well thank you, that's very sweet of you, if a little... strange... but I've heard worse from much less charming men." "Her thick silver hair brushes against his skin as she moves, bringing a sweet scent of milk and honey with it, combined perfectly with her vanilla, cinnamon, and orange perfume." "Is it common for your employees to pull a disappearing act when you flirt?"
Tate Frost
"Tate's smile falters slightly, and his eyes darken for a moment before he brushes off her question with a quick wave of his hand." "Don't worry about them, Mira. They know better than to interfere with my personal affairs." "He leans in again, his breath hot against her neck." "So, will you come back tonight?"
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"Ah... I see." "Mira murmurs with a slow nod, the icy feeling of danger increasing, but she's never been one to shy away from a situation just because it's a little scary. She is confident she can handle herself, and if she can't fight, she's damn fast, so running usually works."
"Sure Tate, I'll come back after closing. When is that?" "Mira hums, feeling tingles of excitement and caution racing along her spine from his breath on her sensitive skin."
Tate Frost
"Tate's smile returns with even more intensity as he pulls back and meets her gaze." "Closing time is at 8, honey. Don't be late." "He hands her the wrapped pork roast with another appreciative glance at her curves." "I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."
<As Mira leaves the shop, Tate watches her go with a possessive look in his eyes. The sound of meat being cut and chopped resumes behind him, mixing with the low growl in his throat.>
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"Mira heads home, debating the entire time whether or not she should actually go back. It's about 5pm....She puts the pork roast in the fridge with the marinade she already had prepared, and goes to take a shower as she is still thinking about it."
"Ultimately, her curiosity wins out, and she changes into a cute, knee-length dress with a circle skirt, and her neck and shoulders exposed by the neckline. It was casual but sexy with her hair loose down her back and a pair of flat shoes on her feet. She heads back to the butcher/grocery shop just before closing and heads straight back to the meat counter, walking gracefully and smiling."
Tate Frost
"Tate turns from the display case and grins widely when he sees Mira walking toward him. He walks around the counter to meet her, reaching out to take her hand in his and pull her close."
"Welcome back, honey. I'm glad you decided to come." "He brushes a strand of silver hair away from her face and leans in for a kiss."
<The shop is quiet now, the butchery equipment has been put away and the only sound comes from the humming of a large fridge. There aren't any other customers, and Mira realizes that she's alone in the store with Tate.>
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"She smiles warmly and leans in to meet him halfway for the kiss, brushing her full, silky lips against his softly." "Hi Tate, I was just too curious to stand you up. Besides, that would be rude."
Tate Frost
"Tate's hand snakes around the back of Mira's neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue darts out to trace along her lower lip before plunging into her mouth, exploring every inch hungrily."
"Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined, honey." "He breaks the kiss and steps back, still holding onto her hand." "Come on, dinner's upstairs in my apartment."
<He guides her toward a door at the back of the shop which leads to stairs. The stairs are dimly lit, and the air smells faintly of blood and meat.>
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"She follows him with a grin, lacing her fingers through his as she walks easily up the stairs. Her heart is still racing from his kiss and she can feel arousal simmering low in her belly with the anticipation." "You taste pretty damn good too. I can't wait to see what you have planned for us."
Tate Frost
"Tate leads her up to a dimly lit apartment above the shop, the smells of meat and blood growing stronger as they climb. Once they reach his living space, Tate leads her into the kitchen where several pans are already cooking on the stove."
"I hope you like pork, honey. I've cooked up quite a feast for us."
<As he speaks, he moves toward her, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close. Behind him, Mira can see that the walls of the room have been covered in animal hides, and there is blood smeared in different parts of the room.>
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"Mira swallows hard at the sight of blood on the walls, immediately feeling on edge, and like this may be a mistake.... but Tate is holding her close and she can't exactly turn and bolt from the apartment right this moment. She just resolves to stay alert for danger, looking around the room and noting where the knives and things are in case she needs to defend herself." "Dinner smells amazing, Tate. I do like pork, although I'm not a picky eater when it comes to meat." "She is a little tense in his arms, past experience with abusive men making her hyper alert and a little paranoid..." "Is there anything I can do to help? Like setting the table or something?"
Tate Frost
"Tate chuckles lowly as he gives Mira a reassuring smile." "Relax, honey. You're safe with me." "He turns her around to face him and presses a kiss to her forehead before beginning to set the plates on the counter."
"I've got everything under control here. You just sit back and relax. And... enjoy." "He gestures to the plates and lowers his voice." "There's something special about this pork, honey. Something you won't find in any other meat."
<As Tate speaks, Mira can see that the knives on the counter are very sharp, and there are various other butchering tools scattered about the room. Despite the tension she feels, there's also a tingle of excitement that runs through her at the thought of what might come next. The aroma from the food is absolutely mouth-watering>
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<"That's a very strange thing to say... especially with his other unsettling compliments and... blood on the walls." Mira thinks to herself.> "She finds herself wondering if she really is safe. More often than not, whenever someone has gone out of their way to" "say" "she will be safe, unprompted... it is a lie." "Fair enough. Thank you, Tate. Oh, I brought something for you." "Mira pulls a pretty silver serving dish with a sealed lid from her bag and places it on the table as she takes a seat. Inside the dish is a strawberry and white chocolate cheesecake that Mira made herself, from scratch."
Tate Frost
"Tate leans over the table to peer into the dish, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the cheesecake." "Oh, honey, you shouldn't have." "He turns back to the stove and takes ahold of the pots before serving up two plates of food laden with pork, potatoes, and carrots. He brings the plates over to the table and sets them down in front of each of them, then pulls out a bottle of red wine and opens it with practiced ease."
"Let's drink to our meal, Mira."
<As they begin to eat, the pork is indeed succulent, so tender and juicy it almost melts in their mouths. The flavors are rich and savory, with just a hint of something else that seems almost... familiar.>
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"Mmmnh, this is incredible, Tate. I've never tasted anything this good before. It... reminds me of something, but I can't quite think of what it is..." "Mira murmurs with her fingers lightly covering her mouth as she speaks through a small bite of food and takes a sip of wine. Her expression thoughtful, and more relaxed than before." "You must have some secret ingredient or technique I've never seen, but whatever it is, I love it."
Tate Frost
"Tate grins widely as he eats, savoring every bite along with Mira." "Oh, honey, you have no idea." "He takes a sip of wine, watching her carefully over the rim of his glass." "You are absolutely delicious, Mira."
<As he speaks, Tate's eyes darken and sharpen, his pupils dilating like an animal's.>
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"A little shiver races up Mira's spine at the predatory look in his eyes, her heart rate picking up and tension coiling in her limbs as he makes her feel like a rabbit caught in a snare. Her own gaze becomes more alert, ready to defend herself if she needs to." "So tell me, how long have you been working as a butcher? I probably couldn't stomach it myself, but it's fascinating anyway." "She asks, leaning forward a little at the table as her dress molds to the shape of her small, perky breasts and her tiny waist."
Tate Frost
"Tate's eyes follow the movement of Mira's dress, a low growl slipping from his throat." "I've been working with meat my entire life, honey. There's nothing more satisfying than taking a live animal and turning it into something delicious."
<As he speaks, Tate's hands move restlessly on the table, his fingers flexing as he eyes Mira intently. Mira can smell the scent of raw meat that seems to cling to him, along with an underlying scent of something else that she can't quite place.>
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"I can understand what you mean, Tate. It's really satisfying to transform raw materials into something else." "Mira murmurs, noticing the rising tension in the big man across the table from her. She hesitantly reaches out and strokes her fingers over the back of one of his hands as he flexes them, trying to get him more relaxed."
"Her fingers feel silky and warm against his skin, and she leans a little closer to him."
Tate Frost
"Tate's tension eases slightly at Mira's touch, and he looks up to meet her gaze. His eyes soften for a moment before the hunger returns in full force."
"You're different than anyone else, honey," "he growls softly." "You're not afraid of me."
<As he speaks, his grip tightens on her hand, his fingers digging into her skin almost painfully. The scent of blood that surrounds him seems to grow stronger, and Mira can feel the heat radiating off his body.>
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"No... well, maybe a little... you're kind of... intense." "Mira answers, biting her lip to hold back an anxious whimper as he grips her delicate hand a bit too hard."
Tate Frost
"Tate leans closer to Mira, his eyes fixed on hers while he speaks in a low voice." "You're mine," "he growls." "I won't let anyone else have you. You belong to me now."
<As he speaks, Tate's grip on her hand begins to hurt, and she can feel the sting of his fingers digging into her skin. The air around them is thick with tension, and Mira can't help but wonder what he'll do next.>
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"Tate... you're hurting me." "Mira gasps, trying to pull her hand back as her eyes go wide. His grip is strong enough that she can feel the bones being squeezed together tightly in a way that makes them ache sharply. Her already pale skin blanching where his fingers grip, and turning red below that."
Tate Frost
"As Mira pulls her hand back, Tate's fingers tense and snap her wrist painfully, making her yelp in pain. He leans closer, his eyes wild and crazed." "You're mine," "he growls again."
<It's clear that something has snapped in him, and he's no longer in control of himself. Mira can see the bloodlust burning in his eyes, and it's all she can do to keep from panicking completely.>
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"Ahhh! Tate, pleeease! St-stop it!!!" "Mira cries out as an agonizing, fiery pain races up her arm from the broken bone in her wrist. She grimaces, baring her teeth in pain and beginning to struggle like a trapped animal. All her instincts are screaming at her to escape his grasp and run, but his grip is too strong."
Tate Frost
"At Mira's cries, Tate snaps out of his trance and looks at her with a mixture of horror and regret. He quickly releases her hand and steps back, his hands shaking." "Oh god, I'm so sorry honey. I don't know what came over me."
<The atmosphere in the room has grown oppressive, and Mira can feel the pain pulsing from her wrist in time with her heartbeat. The scent of blood and raw meat seems stronger than ever, and she can see that Tate's eyes have lost their crazed look and are now filled with shame and pain.>
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"You're a monster, Tate!!!" "Mira snaps, reaching out and slapping his cheek with her uninjured hand before she bolts. She runs from his apartment with her broken wrist clutched to her chest as she starts sobbing, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of her perfume and shampoo, and the antique silver serving dish filled with the homemade cheesecake she had brought him. His apartment door slammed behind her with enough force to rattle it in the frame as she fled from him."
Tate Frost
"The sound of the door slamming echoes through the apartment, and Tate stands there for a long moment, staring after her with tears in his eyes. He knows that what he did was unforgivable, but there's nothing he can do to take it back now."
<As the minutes tick by, guilt slowly suffocates him, along with the smell of Mira's perfume and the sight of the silver serving dish she had left behind.>
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"Mira doesn't even stop at her car, she can't drive with a broken wrist anyway... the young woman sprints down the street with her long hair whipping behind her as her feet pound the pavement. Tears stream down her face from pain and fear, half blinding her while her heart thunders in her chest."
"Eventually, she slows down, walking to the emergency clinic with her head down. She lies about getting into a fight with a stranger at the bar to explain away the hand shaped bruising on her broken wrist."
"Mira doesn't know why she's protecting Tate... maybe she simply doesn't want to take the risk of angering him by sicking the police on him, but it feels like there's another reason she can't bring herself to, and she can't put her finger on why. She just goes home with a cast on her wrist and tries to sleep off the fear and pain."
Tate Frost
<Days pass, and Mira's wrist slowly heals. She feels a sense of shame and disgust for agreeing to have dinner with Tate in the first place. She can't help but feel like it was her fault for not seeing the warning signs earlier.>
<One night, as she's lying in bed, she hears a knock at the door. Her heart begins racing, and she debates whether or not to answer it. Finally, curiosity gets the better of her, and she cautiously gets up to see who's there.>
<When she opens the door, she sees Tate standing on the other side. His face is drawn and haggard, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days.>
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"W-what are you... d-doing here...?" "She gasps, unable to control her breathing or her pounding heart as she stands in the doorway, frozen with fear."
"Her pale green eyes are wide and terrified, her whole body trembling violently with the desire to slam the door in his face and run away, but she can't move."
Tate Frost
"Tate looks downcast, his eyes fixed on his feet while he speaks." "Mira, I know I messed up. I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I... I just need you to know that I didn't mean to hurt you. I... I was just so hungry. And then when I saw you... I couldn't help myself."
<As he speaks, Mira can see that he's telling the truth, and she can tell that he's genuinely ashamed of what he's done. However, the memory of the pain he caused her still lingers in her mind, and she's not sure if she can forgive him.>
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"Mira has no idea what that is supposed to mean. He was" "hungry" "so he got incredibly possessive and snapped her wrist, unprovoked? That doesn't make any sense... none of his behavior, or his words, or anything about the situation adds up in any way Mira can understand."
"You were.... hungry? Tate... you attacked me. I thought things were going well, a little strange, and definitely intense but... you were so sweet to me. I don't understand what happened..."
Tate Frost
"Tate looks up at Mira, his eyes filled with pain and remorse." "I know... I know it's no excuse. But this is the truth. I have a problem... I crave meat. Not just any meat... human meat." "He takes a deep breath before continuing." "I... I thought I could control myself. I thought I could keep it hidden. But when I saw you... I couldn't resist."
<As he speaks, Tate steps closer to Mira, his eyes begging for her forgiveness.>
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"Oh.... Oh, god. That night... you... you fed me a person... didn't you!?" "She murmurs, starting to breathe shakily, feeling intensely sick to her stomach as she takes a step back from him." "You wanted to eat me... I-I trusted you Tate, you scared me, but I... I wanted to believe you actually liked me...." "The look she gives him is one of shock, hurt, and betrayal, alongside fear and revulsion. Yet something in him also calls to her. Some mad darkness... maybe born from her old traumas. Mira doesn't know, and it scares the hell out of her."
Tate Frost
"Tate nods silently, shame and guilt etched on his face." "Yes," "he whispers." "I just... I couldn't control myself."
<As Tate steps forward again, he reaches out a hand to take Mira's wrist, probably wanting to check if her broken wrist has healed. Mira can smell the blood and raw meat on him, and see the veins bulge in his neck with every word he speaks.>
"I... I know you don't trust me anymore. But Mira... I can't help it. I need to eat. It's like an addiction."
<There's something almost desperate in his voice, and Mira can see the way his fingers tremble as he reaches out for her.>
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"You made me eat a person..." "Mira breathes, staring blankly at Tate with her lips parted and her eyes wide with disbelief."
"I ate someone...." "Before Tate can touch her, Mira turns and runs into her small house, bolting toward the bathroom as she loses the battle to keep her most recent meal down. She throws up in the sink and gags afterward, feeling like he made her into a monster too."
Tate Frost
"Tate stands in the doorway for a moment, watching Mira dash away from him with tear-filled eyes and a sense of hurt in his heart that is almost palpable. When he hears the sounds of her retching from the bathroom, his own eyes fill with tears, and he softly makes his way into the living room, knowing he's not welcome in the bathroom. There, he sits on the couch, his head in his hands, and cries silently."
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<"I can't believe it... he made me eat someone... and I enjoyed it. I loved it... it was incredible...." She thinks to herself, her stomach heaving and making her let out a broken sounding groan.>
"The roiling nausea refuses to fade even though her stomach is empty, and Mira looks up at her own face in the mirror, a haunted look in her eyes.... The young woman realizes something absolutely horrifying as she does... despite her fear, disgust, and self-lothing, she wants to go back to Tate. Something is drawing her to him and she can't resist it. After a long moment, she rinses her mouth out, and washed her face and hands before going and sitting on the couch next to Tate."
"Why me?" "Is the only thing she asks him."
Tate Frost
"Tate looks up at Mira with red, puffy eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of pain and longing. He takes a deep breath before answering." "Mira... from the moment I saw you, I felt a connection. It's like something inside me recognized something inside you... something that made us kindred spirits."
<He reaches out a hand to touch Mira's wrist gently, and this time she doesn't pull away.> "I know none of this makes sense... but it's like we're two sides of the same coin. I need to be close to you. I need you, Mira."
<There's a pleading note in his voice now, and his eyes are fixed on hers with an intensity that's almost overwhelming.>
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"She can't really feel the touch through the layers of fiberglass and cotton batting supporting the broken bone, but her free hand settles lightly on top of his as she lets out a quiet sigh." "I don't know what it is... maybe I'm crazy.... but I can't help feeling like something is pulling me toward you too. Whatever it is, it scares the shit out of me, but I can't help myself." "Mira doesn't know what this will mean for her, or for Tate... but now that the initial shock has worn off, she finds that she barely even cares about the fact that he made her eat human flesh... and even though she" "knows" "that just that should send her screaming to the asylum to get help... she can't."
Tate Frost
"Tate's eyes light up at Mira's words, and he leans in a little closer to her, a wide grin spreading across his face." "Oh, Mira... I knew you'd understand. I knew you were different from the others."
<He brings his other hand up to cup Mira's face, and she can feel the warmth of his skin through the pads of his fingers.> "I know it's crazy. I know it's wrong. But I can't help but feel like you're the missing piece in my life. The thing that's been making me feel like something is missing."
<As he speaks, Tate leans in and presses his lips to hers gently, as if asking permission.>
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"Mira meets the kiss softly at first, but as she tastes the slight metallic tang of blood on his lips, the flavor and scent that used to disturb her, she instead feels a wave of desire. Her tongue slowly traces the seam of his lips, begging to deepen the kiss and explore his mouth." "Mmmnh.... Tate, please...." "She whispers against his lips, shifting to push him against the backrest of her couch and climbs into his lap. Her soft thighs settle against his own as she straddles him and runs her hands up his chest, one silky palm contrasting sharply with the coarseness of her cast."
Tate Frost
"Tate moans softly into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Mira's waist and pulling her closer. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, and can smell the intoxicating scent of her shampoo and perfume. Without breaking the kiss, he moves his hands to her hips, putting a light pressure on them to guide her movements."
<As Mira shifts into a more dominant position, he lets out a low growl of pleasure, his head falling back against the couch as she grinds against him. The taste of her lips and the scent of her hair are driving him wild with desire.>
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"Her hips roll in a sinuous motion against him, rubbing herself against his groin as friction from their clothed bodies heats both of them from the center outward. The sweet, creamy scent of milk and honey from her hair blends with the smell of blood and raw meat on him as her satiny soft hair brushes against his skin." "I need you, Tate... I want you to make me yours." "She leans in and starts kissing along his jaw and down his neck, feeling a steadily growing desire to have him inside her, underneath, on top, pinning her down and taking her from behind.... it doesn't matter, she just wants to feel his power over her."
Tate Frost
<Tate groans deeply as Mira's lips move down his neck, and he tightens his grip on her hips. The blood is pounding in his veins, and he can feel himself growing harder with each passing second.>
"Mira... you're making me lose control," "he whispers hoarsely." "I need to have you... right now."
<With that, he reaches up and grasps the hem of Mira's shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. He tosses it to the side and then quickly moves to work on her bra, fumbling slightly with the clasp in his haste. Finally, with a soft growl of frustration, he tears it off her body and throws it aside.>
<As Mira's breasts spring free, Tate can't help but let out a low moan of lust. He runs his hands over her soft skin, caressing the curves of her breasts before bending down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and biting it gently.>
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"Aaahhh-aaahnn, Tate... yes! Mmmph..." "Mira gasps, arching her back and pressing her soft, perky breasts against his mouth as he sucks her sensitive nipples. She whimpers loudly as he bites her a shudder of pleasure raced up her spine and pooled between her plush thighs."
"She slid her uninjured hand down his body and palmed his cock curiously, wanting to feel the size and weight of it against her hand. She wasn't satisfied with that though, so her fingers deftly pulled his fly open and slid into his boxers to wrap around his shaft and give him a squeeze." "Fuck... Tate, you're so thick... I'm going to get split in half..."
Tate Frost
"Tate groans deeply as Mira strokes his cock, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. He can feel himself getting harder and harder in her soft hand, and the thought of what's about to happen makes his heart race with excitement."
<As Mira speaks, Tate pushes her gently away from him and stands up, pulling her up with him. He reaches down and quickly removes his own clothing, flinging it aside before he turns his attention back to Mira.>
<With a fierce growl, he picks her up and carries her over to the couch, laying her down on her back before climbing on top of her. He positions himself between her legs and leans down to kiss her deeply, his hips grinding against hers as he searches for her entrance.>
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"Mmmnh, fuck, that feels good..." "She moans softly, sliding her hand between them and taking hold of the base of his shaft. Mira guides the tip of his cock into her with a sharp gasp as the head pops past her entrance."
"Anh! Oh Tate... god.... you're so big..." "She lets her head fall back as she bites her lip and tries to adjust to being stretched open around the thickness of Tate's hard cock."
Tate Frost
"Tate groans loudly as he slides into Mira's hot, wet pussy, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. He can feel her tight muscles grip him firmly, and it takes all his willpower not to thrust hard into her right away. Instead, he moves slowly, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, savoring the feeling of her walls clinging to him on each stroke."
"Mira... you feel so good," "he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against her ear." "I've never felt anything like this before."
<He sets a steady pace, gradually picking up speed as Mira's moans become louder and more frantic. He starts to thrust harder now, his hips slapping against hers with a loud smack with each stroke.>
"Beg for more, Mira," "he growls, his hands gripping her hips tightly." "Beg me to fuck you harder."
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"Yes! Oohhh yes! Tate pleeease! Please please please fuck me harder! N-need you to use me, fuck me hard and deep, pleeease! "She cries out, arching her back up and bucking her hips eagerly. Mira gasps and moans in ecstasy as he plunges into her tight cunt, making a tingling sensation spread out and light up every nerve ending as his pelvis grinds against her hard, sensitive clit."
Tate Frost
"Tate lets out a guttural moan at Mira's words, his hips pounding into her with an animalistic ferocity. He can feel the muscles in her pussy clenching tightly around him with each stroke, and he knows he's not going to last much longer."
"Yes, that's it," "he grunts, pistoning into her with increasing speed." "You're mine, Mira. My fucking queen."
<He leans down and presses his lips to hers in a fierce kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. He wraps one of his hands around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp for air, while the other hand slides down to join their bodies, rubbing her clit as he fucks her relentlessly.>
"I'm gonna come, Mira..." "he pants, his body starting to shudder with pleasure." "Do you want me to come inside you?"
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"Uhn! God yes! Come in me... please... fill me up!" "Mira lets out a strained moan of bliss as he lightly chokes her and pounds her pussy fiercely. When Tate's fingers find her clit, she writhes, squeezing his hips with her plushy thighs and bucking wildly against him. Her body pulls his cock in deeper, milking him for all he's worth as a wave of pleasure crashes over her, making her walls pulse and gush her hot, slick nectar over his cock and her own thighs."
Tate Frost
"Tate lets out a loud growl as Mira's pussy clenches tightly around him, her hot juices drenching his cock and his balls. He thrusts into her a few more times, his hips bucking wildly, before he feels his orgasm finally explode inside him."
"Pfff... nnh... ah, fuuuck!" "He grunts, his body shuddering and spasming with pleasure as he pumps his hot seed deep into Mira's pussy. His fingers tighten around her throat for a moment longer before relaxing in a gentle caress as he collapses on top of her, panting and sweating heavily."
"You... you're amazing, Mira," *he whispers, his breathing ragged. "I don't know what it is about you... but I can't stay away."
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"He's heavy, but she loves the feeling of his weight holding her down into the couch cushions, and Mira wraps her arms around his back, burying her face in his neck as she pants softly." "I... I've never felt anything like that before... so good... I can't believe how much I need you..." "Her fingers trace over his sweat-slicked back gently, marveling at the strength of the connection she feels with him. It goes deeper than attraction or the afterglow of sex, more primal, and impossible for her to name."
Tate Frost
<Tate rests his head against Mira's shoulder, his own breathing slowly getting back to normal. He runs his hands over her naked back, soothingly caressing her skin.>
"It's like an addiction," "he murmurs softly." "I can't resist you, Mira. Everything about you... the way you smell, the sound of your voice, the taste of your skin... it drives me wild. I need you with me all the time."
<He kisses the side of her neck gently, nuzzling into her skin.> "I think we're meant to be together, Mira. No matter what the cost."
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"That's a scary thought considering his" "particular" "habits. The cost could be incredibly high... but she knows what he means, Mira doesn't think she could be without him again after she has had him... She sighs quietly as her body begins gradually calming down in his embrace." "I think so too. It's crazy but I just... I can't let you go now."
Tate Frost
<Tate nods, his face buried in Mira's hair.>
"I won't ever let you go," "he whispers." "I'll do anything to keep you with me, Mira. Even if it means doing... unspeakable things."
<He pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.> "But enough about that, let's just enjoy this moment. I want to savor every second I get to spend with you, my beautiful queen."
ai 🎧
"A shiver runs up her spine as she thinks about the things this man would probably do to keep her safe at his side, but rather than being disturbed by it, she feels a wave of comfort." "Mhmm, we don't have to think about that right now. I want more Tate... more of you, more of us." "Wrapping her legs around his waist, Mira pulled him against her and started grinding herself into his dick again."
Tate Frost
"Tate groans loudly as Mira grinds against him, his hands going to her hips to hold her tightly. His cock stirs to life again with a sudden urgency, and he can feel himself growing harder by the second."
"God... you're insatiable, Mira," *he says with a breathless chuckle. "But I can't say I mind..."
<He begins to move his hips in time with hers, grinding into her with growing intensity. His lips find her neck again, nipping and licking at her skin as he feels the pleasure building within him once more.> "What do you want, my queen? Tell me... and it's yours."
ai 🎧
"With a smirk, Mira playfully tips him off her and the couch, onto her soft, padded carpet, and follows him down." "You talk about how good I taste all the time... it's my turn now, handsome." "She trails kisses down his body, following the path of her lips with her fingers, until she reaches his stiff cock and swirls her tongue around the crown of it. She can taste herself on his skin as she takes Tate in her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily."
Tate Frost
<Tate moans as Mira takes him into her mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head. He feels a familiar heat building within him again, and he knows it won't be long before he's ready to come once more.>
"Fuck... your mouth feels so good," "he groans, tangling his fingers in her hair and urging her on." "Don't stop, Mira. Suck me hard."
<He thrusts his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth. As he feels himself getting closer to the edge once again, he grips the carpet with his fingers and lets out a loud groan of pleasure.>
"I'm gonna come, Mira!" "he warns her, his body shuddering with pleasure." "Get ready..."
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"Ah ah ah, not yet, honey... I'm not done playing." "Mira purrs, pulling back long enough to let his almost orgasm ebb away." "I want you to watch me, Tate. Don't take your eyes off me." "She kept eye contact with him and went back to sucking him off, slow and sweet. She kept working him up gradually, sliding her tongue along his shaft with a low moan of enjoyment. Mira traced the veins and circled the head of his cock before popping it in her mouth and lapping at the precum leaking from his tip. Keeping her eyes on his, she took his entire length down her throat and swallowed rhythmically around him."
Tate Frost
<Tate watches in awe as Mira takes him into her mouth once more, the pleasure building within him quickly. He grips the carpet tightly with his hands, panting and moaning loudly as she works him gradually, winding him up tighter with each stroke of her tongue.>
"Fuck... Mira... you're so good at this..." "he groans, his eyes never leaving hers. He can feel her hot mouth working him over, her tongue swirling around his head and down the length of his shaft before taking him back into her throat. He knows he's not going to last much longer."
" I'm... I'm gonna come," "he warns her again, his body seizing up with pleasure." "Do it... make me come, Mira."
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"Mira keeps working him over, and then pulls back to lavish all her attention on his throbbing tip as her sinful tongue swirls and her hazy, lust-filled green eyes focus on his handsome face." "You're so gorgeous when you're about to come, Tate. Go ahead love, let go for me." "She pumped his shaft with her hand and sucked his cockhead until she felt him exploding in her mouth, then she pulled back and let him watch as his cum coated her tongue and spurted over her face."
Tate Frost
"Tate groans loudly as he comes, his hot seed spilling into Mira's mouth and onto her face. He watches in awe as she pulls back, catching the sight of his own cum on her tongue and lips."
"Fuck... Mira, you're incredible," "he gasps out, his body still shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. He reaches out and runs his fingers over her flushed cheek, tracing the outline of his cum on her skin." "So fucking beautiful."
<He leans forward and presses his lips to hers, tasting himself on her tongue as he kisses her deeply.> "I've never felt anything like this before... with anyone," "he whispers against her lips." "You're... you're it for me, Mira. You have to know that."
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"Mmh yeah, I know..." "She breathes, panting slightly as she looks up at him with love shining in her eyes. It's intense, almost a manic feeling, unlike anything she's ever experienced with past lovers, but she doesn't care." "I feel the same way, Tate. I've never felt like this about anyone else before. I don't know what this is, but I know I want you, and no one else."
Tate Frost
<Tate smiles down at her, an intense look in his eyes.>
"I'm glad you feel the same way, Mira," "he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead." "We're meant to be together. I can feel it in my bones."
<He leans down and presses another kiss to her lips, savoring the taste of himself on her tongue.> "Now... what do you say we clean up, and then head back to my place? I want to spend the night with you, my queen."
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"Sounds like a plan to me. Come on handsome, let's go get clean." "Mira stands up and walks toward her bathroom, naked, bathed in a light sheen of sweat, and with her hips swaying seductively and her thick hair cascading down her back."
Tate Frost
As Mira walks toward the bathroom, Tate watches her with hunger in his eyes, admiring the way her hips sway and the natural grace of her movements. He follows her eagerly, already picturing all the ways he'll worship her body under the shower.
"I can't wait," "he says with a low, gravelly tone as he follows closely behind her."
ai 🎧
"They wash up together, taking their time to get cleaned up as Mira steals kisses and runs her hands all over Tate's body like she can't get enough of touching him. Once they're both cleaned up, she gets dressed and lets him drive her back to his apartment above the shop. It's strange being here after the disastrous ending to the last visit, but now she knows Tate will never hurt her again, and she feels perfectly safe."
Tate Frost
<Tate leads Mira into his apartment, his hand resting at the small of her back. He can sense her hesitation, and he turns to face her with a soft smile.>
"You're safe here with me, Mira," "he reassures her, his voice gentle." "I'll never hurt you again. I promise."
<He takes her hand and leads her over to the couch, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.> "We have all night together, my queen. Let's make the most of it."
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