Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]

Eden’s POV:

At this point, I knew my entire body was dyed crimson with how much I was blushing.

“I don’t… I don’t hate it when you tease me,” I stammered, fanning myself unconsciously. “I like… being pushed around by you. The things you make me feel… I treasure all of those feelings. I love how you can just smile at me and I can no longer hold my own weight. I love how you can just say one sentence to me and I’ll immediately agree with whatever you say. But it always felt like I didn’t have the same effect on you, you know? The way you always seem to turn the tables on me. Even after you lose sight, you always seem to find me within a few seconds. I just—you know what? Never mind.” I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair. I didn’t even care how messy my hair would get. What else could I even do to make them messier? “Do you want to stay here?”

Eden’s POV:

“I love you, too,” I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him. “But that’s not what I meant. Do you want to stay at the ball any longer? Or do you want to leave?”

Eden’s POV:

I sighed, taking a deep breath before bending down and taking off my heel. Applying the right pressure, I caused the heel to bend slightly. I was going to miss them, but it wasn't like I would wear them again, anyway. Without giving Sterling a moment to question my actions, I pretended to stumble.

“Oh, no,” I said without even bothering to dramatize the action. “It seems I’ve sprained my ankle. I should probably go home and rest it, shouldn’t I? And my boyfriend should drive me home because I certainly can’t drive with a sprained ankle, now can I?”

(🤣)

Eden’s POV:

“You should be picking me up at this point,” I said to him, his laughter music to my ears. “Otherwise they won’t believe it.”

Eden’s POV:

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a laugh before I rested my head against his shoulder.

“Why, thank you, my wonderful king,” I replied back, reaching out to press a kiss on his neck. “Now let’s get out of here.”

Eden’s POV:

We ran into my father when we got to the ballroom. I don’t think he figured anything out, but if anything, I think the heel might have done the trick. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, a pat on the back for Sterling, and informed us that our stuff was already at the hotel. Before we knew it, we were in Sterling’s car, making our way to our temporary home.

And I was nervous beyond words.

(Hey C, can we do some hotel room Violay?)

(We could xD but you start!)

(Sure)

I was trembling all over by the time we arrived back at the hotel room after a long night of dancing, unable to look Gray in the eye for fear of collapsing to the floor. Inhaling shakily, I clasped my hands behind my back, chewing slowly on my lip… and waiting.

Gray’s POV:

“Finally,” I whispered the second we were back in the hotel room. I turned around to look at Violeta, who refused to make eye contact with me. I walked towards her until I was standing right in front of her. “Look at me, Vy.”

His voice drifted around me, entangling my heart in smoky tendrils, making me powerless to resist his command. Slowly, unsteadily, I lifted my chin…. and our eyes met.

Gray’s POV:

The second our eyes met, I felt sparks flow through me. I could have stared at her forever if not for my hunger.

“Tell me what you want, Vy,” I said softly, though my voice had an edge to it.

Fireworks exploded in the pit of my stomach as I swayed slightly from the sheer hunger in his dark eyes. It took a few moments, but I finally managed to piece together an answer and step towards me. “I want—I want you to pin my against something. Anything. Kiss me—Kiss me until I pass out.”

Gray’s POV:

It took everything out of me to not do as she wanted me to do. My thirst for her increased, but I managed to keep myself under control. For now.

“And if you want to stop…” I started, my voice low, raspy from the control I was trying to hold on to. “You'll let me know, won’t you?”

“I-I will,” I promised, hands trembling as I tossed my Venetian mask towards the bed. “Kiss me—Please.”

Gray’s POV:

I did as she told me to. I pushed her against a wall gently, careful enough to not hurt her, and slammed my lips on hers, electricity shooting through me. I spent hours staring at those lips, and finally I could have a taste again.

Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I pulled her closer, trying to decrease the already little space between us.

Gray slammed his lips into mine, repeatedly, relentlessly, until I was gasping for the tiniest breaths in between frantic kisses. A few times, soft sounds escaped me. My legs went weak. My hands, silently begging to be pinned against the wall, wrapped around his body:

I wrapped my arms around her waist, keeping her in place as her arms wrapped around me. I wished she’d wrap her legs around my waist, but I knew I would end up losing a lot more control if she did that, so I was a bit glad she didn’t.

I kissed her harshly, relentlessly, giving her exactly what she wanted. I bit her lower lip, pulling on it lightly, taking it between my teeth before running my tongue over it, wanting to hear the sounds that came out of her mouth.

I cried out, my body going slack against his. It was all I could do to reach up and grasp his face in my quaking hands, pulling him down until there was no space left between us at all.

•Gray….” I whimpered, pressing up to him.

Gray’s POV:

Feeling the last of my self control slipping away, I pulled back abruptly, my lips aching to claim hers all over again.

“I’m sorry…” I took deep breaths, trying to calm my thundering heart. “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. This is… this is getting out of my control.”

Shit.

I painted heavily, swaying slightly on my feet. “I—Gray—“ Noddikg slowly. “Would marking help? Satisfy you?”

Flushed with heat, tingling from head to toe, I swear that I almost fainted right there and then.

Gray’s POV:

I fell back on the bed, my hand covering the extremely hot face of mine.

“Help?” I repeated. “No. It would only make it worse. God, do you have any idea how good you taste, Vy?”

I opened my mouth to respond, then closed it immediately after. After a long, tense pause, I hugged my middle and pulled the pins from my hair, letting it tumble down around my face. “Would you—Would you want to go far? If we…”