kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
Her brath caught in her throat as she felt his large hand travel ip her thigh. Simply enough, she was caught by surprise. Every single moment she shared with Jasper was a new experience, something she had never been through before and most likely would not have if it hadn’t been for the male. He had the ability to bring her out of her comfort zone, crack her shell that she had once been to timid to leave. A shaky hand snaked around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and ensuring he wouldn’t leave her without some resistence on her part. Sophia’s heart was beating faster than ever as she stood there in complete awe and lust. She didn’t know what affected her more, his words or his actions.
The hand that sat on her thigh moved upwards, until it rested at the top of her thigh. Jasper smirked against the girl’s lips, smelling the sweet scent of saccharine nectar, her soft breathing and the apparent wantonness she gathered because of his actions. He would take her here and now and wouldn’t care of the risk that he’d be putting on the pair of them. On the contrary, he’d love the danger. He’d want people to hear her scream his name with a libidinous tone. It would only stimulate him further and suddenly the thought of having her against this very wall moaning his name was enough to encourage him. “We’re all alone…” He whispered, tone full of amusement.