Amy's POV
She was a fighter c**k.
She feared no one.
No except...love.
She was ME.
Wrapped in sheets, smelling like Axe perfume and sweat mixed with the sweet scent of our bodily fluids and friction...my eyes have rolled to my brain and glued there for the entire hour.
His parents weren't home. Again. It didn't matter to us if they were home or not. We'd do each other's brains out anyway.
It was around 7pm when we left the library. We had a monstrous study sesh. One that fries the part of the brain to induce horniness.
Cynric was on his third round when someone was pulling into his mansion's driveway. My eyes widened. I held Cynric by his throat and cussed in the most seductive way possible.
"Come in me, come in me! Before the bell to your h-house rings, fill me UP—!"
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