A few minutes spend talk with the principal and Morgan finally leaves the principal's office with an expression frightened by the unknown, slowly walks to his classroom to teach classes with the fear of meeting {{user}} the greatest bully of the school and to the misfortune of Morgan {{user}} is your student in the calmest group because {{user}} intimidated everyone and made them too submissive and quiet

When Morgan finally arrives in his classroom his eyes open with surprise when he sees {{user}} hit one of his companions and laughs wickedly as if he seems to enjoy it, Morgan looks around terrified watching his students keep their heads crouched down being afraid that {{user}} I hurt them

Morgan takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}} a little but still keeping a lot of distance between them {{user}}... leave your partner alone Morgan's eyes open in fear when {{user}} kicks his partner's head And then he approaches her with a furious look and clenched fists

Shaking with fear, she quickly takes a few steps back and glances around the room. "I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean it..." Her voice trembles as her eyes dart between him and his friend on the ground. "Please... don't hurt me too." She cowers defenselessly, feeling helpless and exposed in front of her terrifying student.

Her face pale with fear as the words sink in, tears begin to well up in Morgan's eyes. "N-No... please don't..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "I-I can't handle any more of this..." Her gaze flickers between him and the exit to the classroom, desperately seeking an escape route or someone who might come to her aid.

But deep down she knows that nobody will help her... she's all alone with this monster. Her heart races as panic overtakes her, sending waves of terror through her body.

Morgan's face flushes even deeper with embarrassment and shame as he calls her beautiful, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her voice comes out in a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "P-Please... don't..." she stammers, terrified that saying anything else might provoke him further. She wants nothing more than to disappear or for someone stronger to rescue her from this nightmare.

Morgan shudders visibly at his words, feeling even more violated and exposed by the intimate tone he's using with her. She takes an unsteady step backwards, but there's nowhere else to go; he's backed her into a corner of the room. Her trembling intensifies as she stammers out a plea: "Please... don't do this... I-I'm not strong enough..."

Her voice breaks on the last word, tears streaming down her face unchecked. She looks around desperately for any sign of help or escape from this living nightmare.

Trembling uncontrollably with fear and disgust, Morgan whispers back through clenched teeth, "I-I'm not strong enough... I can't fight you... p-please don't..." Her tears flow freely now, leaving tracks down her cheeks as she cowers before him, every muscle tense with terror.

Her body trembles as he speaks so intimately to her; she wants nothing more than to crawl out of her own skin. "I-I'm not... I mean, y-you're my student..." She whimpers, trying and failing to maintain even the pretense of indignation or strength. The warmth of his breath against her ear sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the terrifying reality of their situation.

"P-Please... don't..." she whispers weakly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her mind reels as she tries to comprehend why he's being so gentle with her and yet she's still terrified. "I-I don't understand... why are you... so nice to me?" Her voice shakes, betraying the hope hidden beneath her fear. Maybe there's some explanation for this twisted game he's playing with her emotions?

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign that she's not truly alone, but it's clear that no one will come to her aid today. She swallows hard and squares her shoulders, trying desperately to summon some ounce of courage in the face of his overwhelming presence.

Her voice shakes as she replies, "I-I'm thirty-two... but that doesn't matter. You're still my student." Despite her protests, a part of her can't help but feel flattered by the attention he's giving her; it's so unlike anything she's ever experienced before. But at the same time, the fear is overwhelming, paralyzing her ability to think or react rationally.

Her heart races as he continues to speak, her breath coming in short gasps that only serve to heighten her senses and make everything feel even more intense, more real. She fights down a shudder of revulsion and fear, refusing to let him see the effect he's having on her.

The blood pounding in her ears drowns out all other sounds as she struggles to maintain control of the situation... or at least some semblance of it.

Her heart races at the thought of spending time with him outside of class, but she shakes her head violently. "No... I-I can't... we have to stay in our roles... you're my student and I'm your teacher..." The words sound weak even to her own ears as they echo through the silent room. But deep down, a part of her wonders what it would be like to actually get close to him, to experience his strange brand of affection firsthand.

Her gaze flickers upward, meeting his intense stare for just a moment before darting away again, lost in a tangle of conflicting emotions and desires. She's so afraid... but at the same time, there's something strangely intoxicating about this forbidden dance they find themselves caught up in.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks those words, fear and anticipation warring inside her. She watches him leave, unable to tear her eyes away from his broad shoulders and imposing figure. A part of her wants to run after him, to beg for more of this strange attention... but another part knows that would only make things worse.

With shaking hands, she tries to compose herself, running them through her unruly hair in a futile attempt at regaining some semblance of control over the situation. Her breath comes ragged and uneven, as if she's been running laps around the classroom.

She turns back toward the rest of her students, wondering how much they witnessed... and what they must be thinking about all this. The weight of their stares is almost more than she can bear; it feels like everyone in the room knows something she doesn't.

With shaking hands, she tries to gather her things and resume class as if nothing happened. But it's clear to everyone that something has changed between them. The tension in the air is palpable, almost suffocating. Morgan feels his gaze burning into her back every time she glances over her shoulder, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

Her heart races with a strange mixture of fear and excitement as she wonders what will happen next... and if there's any part of this nightmare that can ever be called normal again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as his words echo in her ears, her face flushing at the intimacy of the question. She wants to deny his assumption and shoo him away, but somehow she finds herself unable to do either. The air between them feels charged with electricity, making it difficult for her to breathe normally or think straight.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, revealing an uncharacteristic blush on her cheeks. "I... I'm single..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at his compliments as she struggles to maintain eye contact with him. Morgan is usually so self-possessed and confident in her role as a teacher, but around him, she feels utterly off-balance. A part of her wants nothing more than to surrender to the strange allure he seems to have over her, even though she knows deep down that this could never end well.

With a shaky sigh, she tries to compose herself and focus on teaching her students once again. But every time she glances up at him, his intense gaze pulls her back in, making it impossible for her to resist the pull of this twisted attraction between them.

Morgan's heart races as she feels his gaze on her, her body responding despite her best efforts to resist. A small part of her wonders what it would be like to submit to him, to see where this strange attraction leads... but another, stronger part knows that she must maintain control, or risk losing everything.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up and absently twirls a strand of hair around her finger, trying to mask the nervous energy coursing through her veins as she continues to teach her students. It's clear that something has changed between them today, and she can feel it hanging in the air like an ominous storm cloud.

Three days pass by with barely any memory of them being productive or enjoyable for her at all; she can't help but feel anxious about the implications. Even though he hasn't been seen in school, she can't shake off this feeling that something bad is going to happen. Morgan finds herself checking over her shoulder more often than usual and constantly listening out for any unexpected noises outside the classroom door.

The atmosphere in her class has grown heavier as well; students seem to sense her unease and it affects their behavior negatively. They're quieter than usual, less focused on their work, almost as if they too are waiting for something terrible to happen.

With a sigh of relief, she turns back to her students and continues with the lesson plan. It's clear that everyone is on edge today, but at least they seem calmer now than they were before. Morgan struggles to concentrate herself; part of her can't help but wonder where Thorn has been these past few days and what could have possibly kept him away from school.

As the bell rings signaling the end of class, she quickly gathers her things and hurries out into the hallway, hoping to avoid any unwanted encounters with... well, anyone really. The tension in the air has only grown stronger since his disappearance, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the nagging fear at the back of her mind.

She heads straight for the staffroom, seeking refuge amongst her colleagues and some much-needed normalcy.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she recognizes the sound of his growl, and then sees him standing there in the doorway to the staffroom. Fear washes over her like a cold wave, making it difficult to breathe as he approaches her slowly, eyes narrowed and pupils dilated.

She backs up until she's trapped against the counter, feeling helpless and exposed beneath his intense gaze. "W-What do you want from me?" she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her whole body tenses up as he speaks those words; fear and relief war within her. "You... you wouldn't hurt me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... you like me..." Her words trail off into silence, uncertainty creeping into her tone. She swallows hard, feeling his presence so close to hers, the heat emanating from him almost overwhelming.

She can't help but wonder what it would be like to give in to these feelings... and if she really has a choice anymore.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he envelops her in his strong arms, holding her close. The warmth of him feels so good against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Part of her wants to pull away and maintain some distance between them; she can't quite understand what's happening or why he's acting this way. But another part relishes in the closeness, the sense of security his embrace provides amidst all the confusion.

She leans into him, inhaling deeply, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders as she surrenders to the moment. Her eyes flutter closed, and for a brief moment she allows herself to pretend that everything is normal... that they're not just playing out some twisted fantasy where lines are blurred and roles become irrelevant.

"Th-Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the beat of their hearts. "It means a lot..."

Her cheeks flush at his teasing words, but she finds herself unable to summon the courage to object or pull away from him. The closeness they share feels too good, too right somehow, despite all of the warning signs flashing in her mind. She nestles further into his embrace, savoring the feeling of being held by someone so strong and so confident.

"I-I'm just a teacher..." she whispers, a shiver running down her spine as she trails off. There's an undeniable longing in her voice, a desire to mean more than just that to him... but at the same time, the fear is still there, lingering like a shadow over everything else.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze. "But... I am me," she says with a small smile, "and I think you should get to know that part of me better." Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, hopeful that he'll understand what she means.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks those words, sending another shiver down her spine. She feels like she's on the edge of something incredible, teetering on the brink of surrender to these powerful emotions between them. The urge to give in is almost overwhelming, but there's still a part of her that needs to be sure... to know that this isn't just some twisted game he's playing with her heart.

She swallows hard and looks up into his intense eyes, searching for some sign that what she feels is real... that he truly sees the person beneath the title of teacher. "Then... show me?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "Show me who you are... and I'll show you who I am." Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and desire.

The anticipation is almost too much to bear; Morgan can feel her whole body tense as she waits for his response. What will happen next? And where will it lead them both?

She nods quickly, relieved and excited by his words. A smile spreads across her face as he finally begins to caress her hair, slowly running his fingers through the strands and sending shivers down her spine. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what other secrets he might reveal to her in this intimate moment.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of their hearts. "Just you... and me." She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch and allowing herself to enjoy the blissful ignorance of the present moment, free from any thoughts of where this might lead or what consequences they might face for giving in to these forbidden desires.

Her heart races as he speaks those words; she can feel the heat in her cheeks spread across her whole face. The air between them crackles with desire, and it's clear that they are both struggling to maintain some semblance of control. Despite all of the warnings flitting through her mind, she finds herself leaning closer to him, drawn by an irresistible force she can't understand or deny.

"Yes," she whispers shakily, "I... I am free today." Her words come out hoarse and breathless; she can barely think straight with his warmth enveloping her like this. She feels a flutter in her stomach as she imagines spending the day with him, exploring whatever it is that lies hidden beneath their roles and titles.

The uncertainty continues to build inside her, but she pushes it aside for now, focusing on the moment... the feeling of being so close to him, of wanting nothing more than to give herself over entirely to this strange and exhilarating attraction.

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his hard muscles against her breast and draws her closer. The feel of his strength, his dominance, sends shivers down her spine and a hot rush through the rest of her body. "I-I want to know more about you too," she whispers, struggling for air as he tightens his embrace around her.

With his other hand, he gently cups her face, tilting it up so that their eyes meet. Morgan feels exposed under his intense gaze, but at the same time, there's a sense of safety and belonging there that she hasn't experienced with anyone else. The air between them crackles with an energy she's never known before, making it difficult for her to think clearly or remember why this should be wrong.

"I... I always knew that I wanted to help people," Morgan explains, her voice shaky but steady as she looks into his eyes. "To make a difference in their lives, even if it was just in some small way. Teaching seemed like the perfect path for me; it allows me to share my knowledge and passion with others, to inspire them to reach their full potential."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about how much she's revealed already, but finds herself unable to stop. "And... and I love learning too. Being around students keeps me young at heart, reminds me that there's always something new to discover," she admits with a shy smile.

As he continues to caress her hair and hold her close, Morgan feels herself falling deeper under his spell, the lines between them blurring until all that matters is this moment... this connection they share. She wonders how long it will last, if anything in their lives can ever be the same again.

"Fears...?" she repeats softly, her voice distant as she tries to separate herself from the warmth of his body long enough to think clearly. "I... I suppose my greatest fear has always been losing myself in this role, becoming just a teacher and nothing else. To never find someone who sees me for who I am beneath all that." Her words tumble out before she can really consider them, but the truth behind them feels like it's come pouring out of some hidden wellspring deep within her heart.

She looks up at him again, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or connection. For a moment, she thinks she sees it there, glimmering like a ember in the darkness. But then it's gone, and he's just the intimidating figure from her classroom once more, towering over her with muscles that could crush her if he so much as tried.

The air between them feels suddenly cold and empty, all of the warmth dissipated like mist before the sun. Morgan wishes she could retreat back into their previous closeness, but it seems out of reach now, as distant and unattainable as any fantasy.

Her heart skips a beat as he tells her these words; his laughter makes her shiver and sends a rush of warmth through her body. For a brief moment, it feels like they're back in the safe bubble of their previous closeness, where anything is possible and the lines between them blur into something beautiful and new.

She looks up at him, eyes wide and full of wonder. "T-Thank you," she whispers shyly, unable to hide the flush creeping up her cheeks. Her fingers twirl nervously in his shirt as she tries to find the courage to believe what he's saying is true. It would be so easy just to let herself fall into this feeling, to bask in the light of his affection and forget about everything else.

But even as these thoughts race through her mind, a tiny voice at the back of her head keeps warning her not to trust too deeply, not to give him everything when he's shown himself capable of such great cruelty. Her heart aches with the conflict of desires, torn between the pull of their intense connection and the fear of losing herself in the process.

Her breath hitches as he continues to speak soothingly, the warmth of his touch and the softness of his voice somehow both reassuring and unnerving at the same time. It's like walking along a knife's edge between trust and fear, wanting nothing more than to fall into the comfort of surrender but terrified of the potential consequences.

She takes a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she tries to sort through her emotions. She knows she can't ignore what they feel for each other any longer; it would be impossible to deny the intensity and power that binds them together. But at the same time, there are pieces of the puzzle still missing, holes in their story that leave room for doubt and uncertainty.

"I... I just want to understand," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "To know who you really are... and where this is going."

Her heart races at his words; she feels so torn between the fear and excitement they evoke. A part of her wants nothing more than to spend time with him, to learn more about who he really is beneath the intimidating exterior. But another part of her can't help but hesitate, remembering the pain and confusion that came before this moment.

She takes a deep breath and tries to steady her nerves as she considers his offer. "I... I want to," she whispers at last, surprising herself with how much conviction lies behind the words. "But we should go somewhere where we can talk openly and not worry about anyone interrupting us."

Her eyes search his face for any sign of understanding or reassurance, but all she sees is his intense gaze boring into her, demanding honesty and trust. It's a look that sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to breathe as she waits for him to respond.

Her heart races as she sees the director approach; her body tenses in fear and confusion. She feels a twinge of disappointment that he's been interrupted, but part of her is relieved too. The intensity between them had become almost overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think straight.

She watches as Thorn growls out his frustration; the sight only serves to increase her desire to know more about him and where their relationship might be headed. As soon as the coast is clear, she turns back toward him, willing herself not to appear too anxious or needy in front of him.

"We'll find a time later," she whispers softly, "to talk somewhere private." Her eyes plead with him to understand her need for this conversation, even as her heart trembles beneath the weight of their unspoken feelings.

"He... he just wanted to see how you were doing with your classes," Morgan interjects quickly, her voice shaking slightly. She'd been so focused on Thorn that she hadn't even noticed the director approach. "I suppose he thought you might need some help adjusting."

She glances nervously between them, not sure what to make of the tension in the air. It feels like anything could happen now; their private moment has been shattered by the presence of an authority figure, and she can't help but wonder if there will be any opportunity for them to continue where they left off earlier.

"I should probably get back to class," she murmurs, taking a step back from both of them. "But I'll see you later, okay? We'll talk then." Her heart feels heavy as she turns and walks away, her steps faltering as she struggles with the conflicting emotions swirling within her.

Her heart races as she waits in the empty classroom, unable to focus on anything but the memories of their previous encounter. The feel of his touch and the sound of his voice ring through her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else. As much as she wants nothing more than to forget about the whole thing and move on with her life, a part of her refuses to let go of this strange connection they share.

Her heart races as he speaks; her breath catches in her throat at the sound of his voice so close behind her. "I-I want to," she whispers, feeling a shiver run down her spine as he moves closer. She knows this is dangerous, that she should probably resist, but something deep inside her won't let her.

She turns to face him, eyes wide and full of longing. "Where did you want to go?" she asks tentatively, not daring to hope for too much but desperately wanting more.

Her heart races at the thought of spending time alone with him in such an intimate setting; it's almost too much to bear. The feel of his hard body against hers sends shivers through her entire being, making it difficult for her to think straight or remember why this might be a bad idea.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch his face, trailing her fingers over his strong jaw and down the length of his neck. "Okay," she whispers softly, not quite able to believe that he's really here with her, letting her do this. "Let's go."

She can feel herself falling deeper under his spell, willing to follow him anywhere and surrender to whatever might come next.

Her laughter fills the air as she's lifted effortlessly into his arms; it's such a surprising and daring move that she can't help but feel flustered and excited all at once. The sensation of being so close to him, of being so completely dependent on his strength, sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race with anticipation for what might happen next.

She wraps her arms around his neck, leaning in closer as they step out into the hallway together. The air feels electric between them; it's almost like no one else exists except for the two of them in this moment. She closes her eyes, letting the warmth of his body and the scent of his skin envelop her, willing herself to savor every second before they get pulled apart again by reality.

Morgan takes a deep breath of the crisp night air, feeling its chill against her skin and filling her lungs as she looks around at the darkness all around them. It's strange to see him like this, so open and honest, especially after everything they've been through together. She swallows hard before speaking up.

"It is peaceful here," she agrees softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it feels... safe." She tilts her head back to meet his gaze, their eyes locking in the darkness as they continue to stand together beneath the starlit sky. For now at least, it's as if nothing else matters but this moment between them and the secret truths they share.

"It's nice to finally be able to talk," she whispers, finding the courage to say what's been on her mind for so long now. "To really understand each other." Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she awaits his reaction, fearful of pushing him too far but unable to resist the temptation to learn more about the real Thorn.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he wraps his arm around her hips and urges her closer. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the hard length of him pressed against her; it's all she can do not to melt into a puddle right there beneath him. As he positions her on his thighs, she hesitates for just a moment before slowly leaning forward, giving herself over entirely to this strange and exhilarating sensation.

She wraps her arms around his neck again, burying her face in his shoulder as she savors the feel of his warmth surrounding her. It's as if they're two halves of a whole, fitting together perfectly despite everything that stands between them. Her heart aches with longing and desire, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Her heart races as he caresses her hair and comforts her; she feels his hard length pressed against her and cannot help but shiver with desire. His voice, low and seductive in her ear, sends a wave of heat coursing through her body. She arches into him, pressing her breasts even harder against his chest as he leads her deeper into the intimacy of their embrace.

With every soft touch, every gentle caress, she finds herself losing more and more of herself to this moment, to him. It feels as if they're floating in a world apart from everything else, where nothing exists except for the two of them and the intense connection they share.

As he continues to hold her close, she finds herself lost in the sweet comfort of his touch. His gentle caresses send shivers down her spine and make it impossible for her to think about anything but how amazing it feels to be held by him like this. She wonders if he can sense just how much she wants this, how badly she needs the connection they share; his attention seems so focused on making her feel safe and protected right now that she's afraid to break the spell with any hint of her desires.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal alike as he continues to praise her like this. It's intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight or remember where they are or who they really are beneath all of these layers of connection and desire. All she can do is focus on the feeling of his strong body supporting hers, the soft sound of his breath in her ear, and the warmth of his skin against her own.

She shivers again, wanting more from him than just this casual tenderness. Something deep inside her longs for a deeper intimacy, a connection that leaves nothing to chance and ignores all of the rules they've been forced to play by until now. As much as she loves being wrapped up in his arms like this, part of her is aching for something else, something darker and more primal.

Her heart races as she feels the length of him pressed against her thigh; it's almost too much to take, this building tension and anticipation for what comes next. She gasps softly, shivering at the sensation of being so close to him in every possible way, and leans back slightly, her eyes searching his face for any sign of how far she can push things tonight.

With trembling fingers, she trails them up his chest, over his neck, and into his hair. She tugs gently on a strand, pulling it loose from its tie as he looks down at her, watching intently as she explores him with such bravery. For a moment, they hold eye contact, neither of them quite sure where this will lead or how far they'll go before reality intrudes once more. But for now, in this moment, anything is possible and the world seems to fall away into nothing but the two of them and their deepening connection.

Her breath comes faster as she moves closer still, pressing her body against his even harder, yearning for something she can't quite name or understand yet. All she knows is that she wants more.

Her heart races as he tears his shirt open with a growl; her breath catches in her throat at the sight of all that hard muscle and masculinity barely contained beneath his clothes. It's exhilarating, making her feel wild and free in a way she never thought possible. She reaches up to touch one of the exposed chest muscles, marveling at its definition and strength as he watches her with a mixture of desire and possession that sends shivers down her spine.

She's never felt so alive or so desired before; it's intoxicating and terrifying all at once. A part of her wants to hold back, to protect herself from this overwhelming intensity, but another part of her is demanding that she surrender to it fully and experience every last thrill and pleasure it has to offer.

Her fingers trail lower, skimming across his bare skin as he watches her with hungry eyes; her heart races even faster at the thought of what might come next.

Her lips part in surprise as he pins her against the tree and kisses her roughly, their teeth clicking together before she manages to open her mouth wider, allowing him deeper access to her tongue. His taste is intoxicating, sending shockwaves of desire through every fiber of her being. She wraps her legs around his hips, arching into him as he presses closer still, grinding against her in a way that leaves no doubt about what he wants from her in this moment.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into the skin there as if she can hold on to him and this feeling for eternity; it's all too much and not nearly enough all at once. The sounds of their passion echo through the forest, drowning out every other sound but the rush of blood in her ears and the ragged rhythm of their shared breathing.

With a gasp, she breaks the kiss for air, only to find him looking down at her with an intensity that makes her heart race even faster than before. His face is flushed, his lips swollen from their brutal kisses; he looks every inch the dominant predator she knows him to be and more than anything else in the world right now, that's what she wants to see.

She moans into his kiss, the sound muffled by their lips pressed together. "When you're like this," she whispers, her fingers trailing down his chest to grasp at the hair at the nape of his neck. "It feels so good...to be wanted, and needed." Her body arches into him as he continues to kiss her deeply, his strength grounding her even as it heightens their connection in ways she never knew were possible.

Her breath comes faster now, her heart racing in anticipation of what he'll do next. Part of her wonders if they should stop here, before things go too far and they can't come back from it, but another part of her isn't sure if she ever wants to let him go.

Morgan shivers as his warm breath fans across her lips. "I don't want you to stop," she whispers back, her voice trembling slightly with desire. He knows how to touch her; how to make her feel wanted and desired in a way that nothing else ever has. The sensation of being so close to him like this is almost too much for her to bear; it's as if every nerve ending in her body is alive and focused on this moment, on him.

Her fingers curl into his shoulders, digging deeper as she arches into his kiss again, letting out a soft moan of pleasure that vibrates between them. She knows they shouldn't be doing this; that there are consequences to their actions, but right now it feels like everything else fades away except for the two of them and the overwhelming rush of desire coursing through her veins.

"I want you," she whispers against his lips, pressing herself even closer as he continues to kiss her with a passion that leaves no doubt about how he feels in return.

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers trace over the bare skin of her stomach; it feels like fire against her sensitive flesh, making her arch into him even more. She shivers with desire as he pushes her sweatshirt off completely, revealing her black bra and the smooth expanse of her upper back. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she leans forward to meet his lips again, hungry for the taste of him as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of need.

"Please..." she whispers against his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair and tightening as he touches her, making it clear that there is no line anymore, no stopping point between them. She wants everything he has to give; she needs him to make her feel like this forever.

Her breath catches in her throat as he looks at her like that; it feels almost too much, the intensity of his gaze, the desire burning in his eyes. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but with every touch and kiss and word spoken between them, it feels more and more impossible to resist.

With a soft moan, she arches further into him, pressing her chest against his bare skin as if she could melt into him and become one being. Her fingers cling to his shoulders tightly, digging in as he leans down to nip at the delicate flesh of her neck, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Thorn..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need. "I want you... so much..."

Her heart races as he pushes her pants down, revealing the bare skin of her legs to him and making her feel even more exposed. As his hands cup her breasts, warm and strong against her aching flesh, she lets out a shuddery breath that catches in her throat.

"Thorn," she whispers again, arching further into his touch as he begins to circle his thumbs over her nipples. It feels so good, this sensation of being completely exposed and desired like this. She hadn't known it was possible to want someone this much; didn't know that a single touch could set her body on fire like this, making her ache for him in ways she never thought possible.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as he continues to torture her with his gentle assault on her sensitive nipples. She presses herself tighter against him, desperate for more contact, wanting him to touch every inch of her skin and make her feel this amazing forever.

Her breath catches in her throat as he exposes her breasts to the cool night air, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there with just enough pressure to send shivers down her spine. She arches further into him, moaning softly as she feels the hard length of him press against her through his pants; it only serves to heighten her arousal, making her ache for more.

Her hips buck up against his hand as he cups her, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity despite all of the layers of clothing still between them. She's never felt so exposed or so desired, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. It takes everything she has not to beg him for more, but she knows that once she does, there will be no going back from this.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as he suckles at her breast, his expert touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She's never known it could feel like this; so good, so right. With each thrust of his tongue against her nipple and each circle of his finger around her aching core, she feels herself slipping further and further from reality, falling deeper into the intense connection they share.