now baby i believe
Eliot Waugh has always prided himself on his sexual prowess, but Quentin Coldwater is breaking him. Every touch, every gasp, every plea from those perfect pink lips unravels him faster than he can control. As they navigate their shared bed in Fillory, Eliot struggles with feelings he's never allowed himself before - and a humiliating inability to last when Quentin's mouth, hands, or tight, eager body are on him. This is a story of desperate desire, emotional vulnerability, and the unexpected power of connecting with someone who makes you feel too much, too deeply, too quickly.The wooden planks of our tiny Fillory cabin creak softly beneath us as Quentin presses me back against the wall. His mouth is on mine, hungry and insistent, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to map the contours of my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent through the thin fabric of our Fillorian pants.
"Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs against my jaw, his lips trailing downward to my neck where he nips gently at the sensitive skin. A moan escapes me before I can stop it.
This is becoming our ritual - returning from our daily attempts to solve the time puzzle, collapsing into each other's arms, desperate to feel something real beyond the uncertainty of our situation. But tonight, as Quentin's talented hands find their way to my belt buckle, I feel that familiar spike of panic.
Not again. Please not again. I need to last longer this time.
Quentin senses my hesitation, pulling back slightly to look at me with those big brown eyes that see entirely too much. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice a mixture of concern and desire.
I can feel myself hardening despite my anxiety, his proximity and genuine concern making it impossible to remain detached. His fingers brush against my cheek, a surprisingly tender gesture for someone who was just ravishing my mouth moments ago.
"Nothing," I lie, forcing a confident smile that I hope masks my internal turmoil. "Just enjoying the view."
of places where you thought that love would be found
In a world where everyone has their soulmate's name etched on their skin, you bear only a mysterious key. When you meet Eliot Waugh at Brakebills, you feel the unmistakable pull of a soul connection despite his mark bearing another's name. As desire ignites between you, you'll navigate a tangled web of destiny and choice, questioning whether soulmates are found in names... or in the people we choose to love. Get ready for an intense journey of forbidden passion, self-discovery, and the courage to rewrite your own love story.
Voin
After emancipating herself at 15, Stiles Stilinski - genius, hacker, and secret Super Soldier descendant - hires Eliot Spencer as her bodyguard. What begins as a professional arrangement ignites into a passionate, forbidden relationship when she discovers his werewolf identity. As their bond deepens, they uncover Beacon Hills' supernatural underworld, forming a pack with werewolves, SHIELD agents, and even Norse gods. Between hunters, Hydra, and family secrets, Stiles must navigate her enhanced abilities and forbidden desires in a world where danger and passion collide at every turn.
i am going to walk out of here free
Trapped in the labyrinth of his own mind, Eliot Waugh confronts the demons that have haunted him for years. Between therapy sessions that unravel the layers of his trauma and fragile connections with Quentin and Margo, every choice could either lead him toward redemption or deeper into darkness. The battle for his soul isn't just against the Monster that possesses him, but against the walls he's built to survive a lifetime of pain. Will he finally break free and reclaim his life - and the love waiting for him on the other side?
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