He should have known this was never going to be as easy as a few meager kisses and that would be that. How could it be when he felt as he did about Ms. Torie Malfoy? It was bloody agony, is what it was. To be a starving man offered a whole plate of food and only pick off a few crumbs? He didn’t know how much longer he was going to manage. It was with this thought that her small form pressed flush against his tweaked some part of the brunette’s brain. Anthony didn’t know what had happened but he about surrendered when her energy seemed to shift with an urgency of its own. Tongue lapsing over his, hands moving into his head and leading him overtop— there was no other option but to follow where his red headed siren led and finally, the dam broke. He didn’t protest. He didn’t even hesitate.

Grip tightening around the girl’s waist, Anthony shifted to veritably crawl over her as Ms. Torie leaned back. She was even smaller from this vantage point, but certainly not as fragile as he’d imagined. She was solid and whole, determined even with her fingers still tangled in his hair as he eased himself overtop. Dress ruffling in the process, his damp shirt undoubtedly leaving marks, Anthony felt himself move with more decision. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around Torie’s waist had come to cradle her head as she leaned back. Now it slid gently from her hair to her cheek, thumb grazing her jawline, and continued moving down her neck and across her chest. He almost hesitated as he reached her bosom, the fabric and buttons there an obvious warning off, but Anthony persevered. He began to undo the buttons slowly, carefully, determined to give Torie every opportunity to stop him if she so pleased.

It was then that his name slipped from her vocals as they parted, a sweet, breathless little sound. Everything about it drove straight through him, a nail in the figurative coffin, perhaps. Anthony huffed a small growl and pressed his hips down against her without even thinking what he was doing.

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