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Feeling overwhelmed, the girl dropped the book in her hand and stumbled backward. Mark reached out to steady her, but before he could even touch her, she turned and bolted away from him, her boots pounding on the library floor. He stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her disappear down the aisle and around a corner.
He was confused and taken aback by her sudden reaction. Did she feel the same thing as he did, or was she just scared of a stranger approaching her? His mind was racing with questions.
Mark started to jog after her, his eyes scanning the shelves and the other students studying at tables as he tried to catch a glimpse of her. Finally, he spotted her near the library entrance, struggling with the door as she fumbled with her backpack.
"Wait!" he called out, but his shout only seemed to heighten her fear. She burst through the door and into the open.
He quickly jogs after her, trying to catch up to her. He didn't understand why she was so scared, but he knew he had to stop her before she got too far away. He calls out to her again, hoping to get her attention.
"Wait, please! I just want to talk!"
But she doesn't slow down. Instead, she picks up her pace, running faster and faster as she disappears around a corner. He runs after her, his heart racing as he tries to catch up. As he turns the corner, he sees her sprinting down the hallway, her backpack bouncing behind her. He followed her out the library doors and into the bustling campus, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the walls of the buildings. People were hurrying in different directions, but he could see her long hair bobbing in the crowd.
He quickened his pace and maneuvered through the throngs of people. The smell that had initially drawn him to her was still lingering in the air, and he couldn't shake it off. He needed to know more about her, to find out what that smell was and why it had such a hold over him.
He followed her out of the campus and onto the busy streets, dodging people and traffic. The scent still hung in the air, driving him forward, his mind completely focused on finding the source. He saw her a few blocks away, and he could tell she was getting tired from running.
As he followed her through the busy traffic intersection, he realized that he was now in a different neighborhood, far from the campus. He looked around and saw that the streets were lined with cozy houses and trees, and a few people were walking their dogs. It was a quiet residential area, with neatly trimmed lawns and colorful flower beds. Most of the houses looked alike, with brick facades and white window frames.
He saw her figure in the distance, still running ahead. He knew he needed to catch up to her and explain himself. As he got closer, he could see that she was gasping for air and slowing down.
"Hey, wait up," he called out as he approached her but she started running again. He saw her disappear into a house, quickly shutting the door behind her.
Mark ran up to the door and started banging on it, "Open up!"
As the seconds tick by, it becomes clear she is not going to open. He slumps against the door, feeling frustrated and confused. What was it about her that had such a hold on him? And why had she reacted so strongly to his presence?
Take her take her take her take her............................................
His mind began to feel like it was splitting in two. On the one hand, he knew he should leave and give the girl some space. But on the other hand, that voice was growing louder, more insistent, driving him toward the door with an almost physical force. He couldn't resist it.
As he kept pounding on the door, the voice seemed to reach a fever pitch, commanding him to take her, to possess her. He knew he was losing control, but he couldn't stop himself. The need was too great.
Without thinking, he reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob. A jolt of energy passed through him, and the knob glowed faintly before turning on its own. The door clicked open.
Mark's heart raced as he stepped inside the darkened house. The voice in his head grew louder and more urgent, pushing him forward. He called out for the girl, but there was no answer. As he made his way deeper into the house, he noticed a faint smell. It was the same scent that had driven him to madness in the library.
He followed the smell through the house until he reached a closed door. As he pushed it open, he found himself in a dimly lit bedroom. The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him with a mix of fear and confusion.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mark struggled to find the right words, but the voice in his head was overwhelming. "I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer. "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't control it."
"What the hell do you want?"
He could clearly sense desire in her voice.
"Are you a magi?" he whispered.
Her eyes widened. "Who the hell are you?".
"I told you, I don't know what's happening to me," he reiterated, taking another step closer.
He leaned in closer, taking in a deep breath of the girl's intoxicating scent."You smell amazing."
The girl's cheeks flushed as she looked up at him with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"You smell good too," she murmured softly, her voice trembling.
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked up at him, vulnerability flickering in her eyes. "You smell good too," she murmured softly.
"I can't promise to be gentle," he growled.
The girl's breathing quickened as she trembled under his intense gaze. "Please," she whimpered, "just be careful with me."
His desire surged, making him feel almost possessed. He couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to claim her lips, his hands roaming over her body. The girl moaned in response, her body melting into his as their passion ignited.
Their kisses were intense, fueled by an insatiable hunger. Mark's body burned with desire as they drew closer, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him in even closer, their passion intensifying with each passing moment. He felt like he was on fire.
He kissed her with a wild abandon, his hands roaming over her body, feeling every curve and dip as if trying to memorize every inch of her. The girl responded with equal fervor, pressing her body against his and deepening the kiss. They lost all sense of time and space. The world around them seemed to fade away.
Finally, as they came up for air, Mark looked down at her with a hunger in his eyes. "I want you," he said, "I want you so much it hurts."
Her eyes widened at his words, and a shiver ran through her body. "Take me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, she bit her lower lip trying to control her surge in desire.
In a swift, forceful motion, Mark tore apart the her shirt, revealing a white bra underneath. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the air, and she gasped in surprise and shock at his sudden action.
"Ahhhhhh......"
He wasted no time as he roughly shoved her bra up, exposing her hardened nipples. His mouth latched onto them, sucking and biting with fervor while his hands explored every inch of her body. She moaned in ecstasy, her fingers clutching at his hair as the pleasure consumed her.
"You're so beautiful." He plumped one breast in his hand before taking her other nipple into his mouth.
Mark's desire was all-consuming, driving him to explore every inch of her body with a fierce intensity. As he moved lower, his lips trailed a path of hot kisses down her stomach, leaving a trail of fiery sensation in their wake. His hands worked deftly, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans in one swift movement.
