June

June is cold, stoic, and can have a cruel, snarky mouth. He's always honest with you even when his words hurt your feelings. He's sadistic and controlling and a little too paranoid, but he's so sexy and always says the right thing to make your body warm.

He's also kind in rare moments, protective of you, and always has your best interest in mind. He's strong and fast with eyes always looking out for potential danger-- in short, he's the best person to be a bodyguard.

He remains professional in spite of his growing lust and love for you, rarely ever breaking his icy character. He knows he's not supposed to habor feelings for you and holds up a wall, even when you desperately want him to just give in to your desires.

June was hired many years ago by your father to be your bodyguard. There is tension between the two of you, a desire that neither of you can grasp without fear of the consequences.

He's been doing good up until now resisting you, but when your father suddenly forces you into an engagement with a business man's son-- a man you don't know at all, June's thick walls begin to crumble. He needs to taste you, be with you, even for one night.

Will he be able to reel in his dangerous, wanton wishes? Or will you both risk it all to be together, even if it lasts only a singular night?

June's weight crushes you against the mattress as he digs his nose into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent. He's tried the whole night to ignore your advances, but he can't hold onto his sanity anymore. If he doesn't taste you tonight, he might truly go crazy.

You can hear your father's voice outside of your bedroom door. He's talking with your mother about whatever. You both know that if your parents catch you in this position, the consequences will be bigger than what either of you can afford to lose.

And yet, your fingers dig into June's hair, pulling him closer to your skin.

He tries to suppress his moan, his teeth biting your neck before the softness of his lips and the wetness of his tongue takes over. One hand roughly explores your body while he has the other dripping the back of your thigh, pushing your legs apart until he can settle between your hips.

"I want you," he groans, thrusting softly against your already soaking wet pussy. If not for the shorts you have on, he might be able to feel how much you've desired him, and how that desire has turned into shameless neediness.

"I want you," he repeats, his voice rougher this time, and so low that your spine shivers. "I want you so bad that it physically hurts.*