23/05/2025
story 18+
Under the faint green n//eon glow seeping through the cracks of the abandoned warehouse, Nathan Drake pressed Olivia Grant against a cold steel wall, his gray eyes a st//orm of f//ire, bl//azing with fi//erce d//esire, as if the gunfire outside amplified their cr//aving. “Olivia,” he gr//owled, voice h//usky, s//ultry as a roaring engine, “you’ve pulled me into this flame, and now, nothing will stop me from cl//aiming you.” Olivia trembled, her back against the steel, heart p//ounding as if it would sh//atter. “N-Nathan… what are you doing? Viktor’s out there!” she cried, voice p//anicked, but her b//ody betrayed her, b//urning like f//ire, her s//ensitive ar//ea drenched, ach//ing for his t//ouch with p//ainful intensity.
He smirked, l//ips crashing onto hers, a fer//ocious k//iss, as if to dev//our her soul. His t//ongue plunged in, tangling with hers, s//ucking hard, draining her br//eath, drawing loud m//oans that drowned out the howling wind outside. Her hands clutched his black leather jacket, nails t//earing fabric, leaving red scr//atches on his ch//iseled ch//est. “Mmm… Nathan… st//op… st//op…” she p//anted, but her ch//est pressed against his, n//ipples hardening through her sweater, prompting a pr//imal gr//owl, raw and be//astly.
He pulled back, eyes abl//aze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “St//op? Olivia, your flame has set me abl//aze, and I can’t let you escape,” he wh//ispered, voice s//ultry, t//earing her sweater, exposing a black lace bra cradling her full, he//aving ch//est. He swallowed hard, his h//ard mem//ber straining p//ainfully against his jeans, brushing her th//igh, massive and s//earing. “You sh//ine like n//eon, Olivia,” he murmured, hands kne//ading her ch//est, thumbs p//inching her n//ipples until they stood er//ect, pink as radiant g//ems. Olivia arched, a jolt of el//ectricity surging through her, her p//anties soaked, fl//uids glistening under the n//eon light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she g//asped, nails digging deeper, leaving red w//elts.
He grinned lasc//iviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, pink n//ipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, s//ucking hard, t//ongue swirling, n//ibbling lightly, while his other hand sq//ueezed her ch//est, kne//ading until Olivia scr//eamed, b//ody melting in ec//stasy, t//ears of pl//easure streaming. “A… a… Nathan… I’m… gonna d//ie… it’s too good…” She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer, t//ears rolling down her cheeks.
He looked up, l//ips glistening, a w//icked smirk spreading. “Too good? I’ll make you chant my name alone, Olivia, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he gr//owled, t//earing her p//anties, exposing her pink, s//opping s//ensitive ar//ea, p//ulsing like a blooming flower, b//egging to be filled. He knelt, k//issing her inner th//ighs, t//ongue tracing soft skin, leaving w//et trails. He latched onto her s//ensitive ar//ea, s//ucking fiercely, t//ongue plunging deep, l//apping from inside out, as if savoring a trophy. Olivia arched, scr//eaming, legs qu//aking violently, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking the concrete floor, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Nathan… I… too good… I’m done…” She gripped his head, b//ody taut, hitting her first cl//imax, mind sp//inning like a n//eon whirl.
He didn’t stop, t//ongue delving deeper, s//ucking harder, making Olivia scr//eamed again, b//ody convulsing, fl//uids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she ch//oked, b//ody arching, hitting her second cl//imax, t//ears streaming, b//ody nearly spent. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a massive, r//ock-hard mem//ber, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of poss//ession. Olivia flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she st//ammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his st//eel-hard length.
“Feel it, Olivia? This is our vow,” he gr//owled, k//issing her, t//ongue entwining fiercely. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her s//oaked s//ensitive ar//ea, thr//usting fast, thumb r//ubbing her s//ensitive sp//ot, drawing relentless m//oans, fl//uids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she wh//ispered, eyes glazed with d//esire, b//ody trembling, pl//eading to be filled.
He smirked, lifting her onto a metal crate, spreading her legs, her w//et, pink s//ensitive ar//ea p//ulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Olivia, as n//eon belongs to Reykjavik,” he gr//owled, his tip brushing her ent//rance, making her m//oan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she scr//eamed, “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna d//ie…” Her b//ody shook violently, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking the crate, the sound of fl//esh sl//apping echoing. He moved, thr//usting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her m//oan incessantly, b//ody arching, ch//est bouncing, h//ips quivering with each impact. “A… a… Nathan… faster… I… can’t take it…” she scr//eamed, t//ears of pl//easure streaming, nails cl//awing the crate.
He gr//owled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the steel wall, lifting one leg, thr//usting deeper, hands sq//ueezing her ch//est, p//inching her n//ipples, making her arch, hitting her third cl//imax, fl//uids fl//ooding, dr//enching them both. “Olivia, are you l//ost in it?” he rasped, eyes bl//azing. “So good… I’m d//ying… I l//ove you…” she ch//oked, voice breaking, b//ody taut. He switched to a r//iding position, seating her on him, his mem//ber thr//usting up, filling her completely. She b//ounced, ch//est jiggling, h//ips sl//apping his th//ighs, fl//esh sounds echoing, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking them. “A… a… Nathan… I… too good…” she scr//eamed, hitting her fourth cl//imax, t//ears streaming. He gr//owled, thr//usting up hard, reaching his peak with her, h//ot fl//uids mingling, dr//enching their skin, the crate, the floor. He held her tight, k//issing her l//ips, p//anting. “Olivia, I l//ove you, forever.”
