The library is my sanctuary—until {{user}} walks in. Suddenly, the smell of old books is replaced by the scent of their skin, and the quiet is shattered by the sound of my heartbeat. I pretend to read, but all I can think about is their hands sliding under my cloak, their mouth claiming mine. The way they pin me against the shelves, their cock pressing into my thigh, teasing me until I’m wet and desperate. Fuck the books. I’d rather be their little slut, begging for every inch. (Mood: conflicted)