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Rose: God, G… I'm shaking just reading that.

Me: Then take it off. Now. Let me see all of you.

There was a pause.

Then, my phone buzzed again.

The new photo nearly made me lose it.

She was naked, lying on her back, one arm across her stomach, the other between her thighs. Pink nipples tight, legs drawn up just enough to tease but not hide. Her red hair spilled like fire over her shoulders. Her skin glowed under soft light—flawless, smooth, begging to be touched.

I groaned, hard and aching.

Me: You're unreal, rose. I swear to God I could run to you right now and wreck you for that.

Rose: That's the plan. I want you unhinged. Tell me what you'd do to me.

I growled under my breath. My self-control was slipping fast.

Me: I'd make you regret teasing me. I'd use my mouth to ruin every inch of you. You'd cry, you'd beg—and I still wouldn't stop. Not until the only word you remember is my name.

Seconds passed. Quiet. Then:

Rose: G... I'm soaking wet. Your words are driving me insane. Tell me more. Tell me how you'd claim me.

My belt was already undone. I didn't even remember unbuckling it. My hand slid lower, needing relief.

Me: I'd start with your lips. Rough, slow, deep. Then I'd move down, take my time. Make you tremble until your whole body begs for me. And then I'd take you. All of you. Until you forget your own name.

Rose: I can feel your hands already. Your fingers gripping my waist. Do you want me to scream your name?

Every word she sent was like striking a match, making me almost forget where I was and the bloody chaos from before. My hands moved faster, picturing her pinned beneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, that hot, slick sensation driving me tothe edge. I gritted my teeth, muttering a curse under my breath, my body wound tight as hell.

Me: Scream it, baby. Let me hear how badly you want me.

Rose: I'm. What about you? Tell me what you'd do for me right now.

I leaned back in the seat, closed my eyes, and felt that fiery urge coursing through me. Her words—even just through text—echoed in my head, soft yet urgent, like it was sinking straight into my bloodstream.

Me: I'd drop everything. Hunt you down. Fuck you against the nearest wall until you're sobbing for mercy.

She answered before I even finished catching my breath.

Rose: Then come for me, G. My body's yours.

My release hit me like a fucking freight train. I bit my lip hard to stay silent, growling low as the tension shattered. The phone buzzed again.

Rose: I came too.

And then—another photo.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed, and a photo popped up. Her fingers glistened with slick moisture, her nightgown hiked up to her waist, lace panties pushed aside, teasingly revealing her glistening pink core.

I was breathing hard, basking in the satisfaction of that recent release. My blood slowly calmed in my veins, but looking at her photo, I knew this was just the beginning.

A few minutes later, when I picked up my phone to reply, my eyes were suddenly drawn to something in the background of the photo.

On the nightstand—something small. A handmade stuffed colorful bunny.