The Ivy Witch

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-Yn POV-

The second kiss was infinitely more passionate than the first, our lips moving together in a breathy, hungry dance.

I couldn't help but moan softly as Peter's hands tentatively explored the curves of my body, his touch igniting a fire within me that I hadn't felt in far too long.

Y-Peter~

I breathed between kisses, my voice dripping with desire.

Y-You're a fast learner~

He chuckled, the low rumble of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Peter- I am at the top of my class~ Ngh~ I also had a good teacher

He murmured, his lips trailing along my jaw before finding my neck.

I arched into him, reveling in the sensations he was eliciting. For a moment, everything else faded away– the stress, the responsibilities, the guilt– and all that mattered was the way Peter's body felt pressed against mine.

Suddenly, Peter shifted, getting in between my legs. I couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe that I was losing myself in the embrace of this incredible young man.

But I didn't want it to stop, not when it was making me forget everything else.

Our kisses grew more frantic, more desperate, as I felt the growing arousal pressing against me.

I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, my hands gripping his hips, urging him to move.

Y-Peter~

I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.

Y-This feels so...so good~

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against mine.

Peter-Yn, I...I can't believe this is happening

He murmured, his hips rolling against mine in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

I couldn't stifle the whimper that escaped my lips, the heat pooling low in my abdomen.

Y-Me neither~

I breathed, my nails scraping lightly down his back.

Y-But I don't want it to stop~

He groaned against my lips, his hips grinding down against mine in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Peter-Yn, I want you so badly

He whispered, his words sending shivers down my spine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of his body against mine.

Our kisses grew deeper, more passionate, as the tension between us reached a fever pitch.

Suddenly, Peter shifted, his weight pressing me back against the mattress.

I could feel the bulge pressing against me, and a thrill of anticipation shot through me.

Y- Yes, Peter, please~

I begged, my nails digging into the muscles of his back.

His hips rocked against mine in a steady, rhythmic motion, the friction building with each desperate thrust.

I could hear the soft whimpers and moans escaping my own lips, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

All that mattered was the way Peter was making me feel– alive, desired, cherished.

Peter-Fuck, Yn, you feel so good

Peter groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath was ragged, his movements becoming more erratic, and I knew he was nearing his breaking point.