Kayla loved the way he groaned deeply against her lips as she touched him. She liked making him need her as badly as she needed him and she loved the way he kissed her. His arms were around her tight, keeping her body pressed against his as he kissed her like her lips were his air and he was suffocating. It was intense and incredible, and exactly why no one else's lips had ever compared. No one else kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Micky smirked at him when he pulled away from her lips for a second to pull her shirt off and toss it away. She knew he wasn't going to walk away then and her heart started racing in her chest as he kissed her again, hard, causing her to moan desperately into his lips, her whole body needing him. He sent shivers through her when he trailed his fingertips down her spine, setting her skin on fire in the most amazing way.
She was still sore from fucking him all night the night before, but she didn't care. She wanted him too badly to care about anything other then his lips on hers and his hands on her skin. Levi broke the kiss again and she smirked wickedly as he yanked her hand from his pants before spinning her so her back was to him. He moved her hair to one side, causing her to let out a needy moan when he brought his lips down on her skin and started to trail them along her shoulders while he slipped out of his pants. Finally, just when she thought she was about to lose it, he pulled her panties off and started fucking her hard, causing her to press her palms against the desk in front of her and lean on them as he fucked her because of how rough he was and how weak she already was from earlier.
Kayla wasn't entirely sure how long they fucked, but, by the time they were done, she was so sore and tired, she knew her body would be aching for quite a while. At one point, she'd begged him to stop because she wasn't sure she could take anymore, but he'd only forced her to continue until her whole body was trembling and she couldn't breath.
When he finally rolled off her, they were laying on the floor of his office and she pulled herself over to him with a groan as she rested her head against his chest and tried to catch her breath. "Fuck." Micky breathed, letting out a long, deep breath and closing her eyes because she was utterly worn out. Her body was still shaking some as she lay against him. "It's been way too long since I've been fucked like that. I'll be sore for days." She breathed with a smirk, turning her head so she could see him.
Declan watched Dr. Wells roll his eyes and he had to fight the urge to do the same because the man honestly drove him crazy. No one got him irritated as fast as Dr. Wells, not even Ophelia. “I’m headed home for the night I’ll be back in a few hours.” He told Ophelia like she needed to know his whereabouts, making him sigh. He really wished she was just under his care. It would make his life a hell of a lot less stressful. Before he left, Dr. Wells shot him one last glance and Declan just rolled his eyes as the door shut behind him. He'd only been there for a moment, but he was honestly glad he was gone.
Declan returned his attention to Ophelia, not sure what to say. She wanted to talk to her about Dr. Wells extremely badly. He wanted to make her realize that her fucking him wasn't a good idea, that the man had done horrible things to her and she should want nothing to do with him. Still, he knew he couldn't. If he said something about it, it would only piss her off. She'd think he was judging her and telling her what to do and, in the end, he'd get nowhere. It would only make her want to fuck him more.
“I’m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.” Ophelia sighed, pulling him from his thoughts and he just shrugged. Honestly, he didn't care about it anymore. All he cared about was the fact that she was alive. “I just don’t ever think…” She shrugged, and he smirked because that was true. Ophelia was impulsive as fuck, but it was one of the things he loved most about her. Sure, it got her into trouble, but it also made her exciting to be around because you never quite knew what she'd do. “I fucking hate this hospital bed.” She sighed, sounding a bit better.
Declan sighed too and looked her over. "I know it's crappy, but you really should just rest." He breathed, hoping she'd listen. "You've lost a lot of blood. Even if you're feeling better, you probably shouldn't be up and moving around just yet, you'll only strain yourself too much." He shrugged, holding her eyes.