Can you really separate people destined to be together?

Use her mouth? She didn't know if she could do that. It felt almost degrading to her. Instead she pushed his underwear down, freeing it from it's restraints. "No," she just said. He wouldn't get her mouth when she hadn't even heard him moan or say her name in longing. If she didn't keep her wall up, then who was going to protect her? Nobody could. Victor had failed her, lied to her. Brock was still just a kid. And she had lost the last three whom she had cared so much for; Jay Bird, Dove and Winston. What wouldn't they think if they saw her now? Playing stupid games with a rich man. "Cum for me," she whispered, her touch firmer, yet not to the degree that it would be hurting him. No, she still wanted him to finish, wanted him to give in, even if he hadn't gotten it his way. "Samuel, please, I need you," she whispered as if she truly needed him to give in to the euphoria as if her life depended on it.

He was getting closer, she could feel it. Maybe he barely realized it himself that she could sense it, but she had to say she was pretty taken aback by the feeling. He leaned in, connecting their lips, and hearing his moan as well as feeling his body finally give in, she couldn't help but moan in return. He didn't take long before he started talking and she felt her heart caught in her throat as she kept her eyes closed. The soft panting air they shared was making her feel quite good about all of this, even if she wasn't completely satisfied. "There's room for improvement," she replied against his lips, finally letting go of him, letting him sort out his clothes.
Her eyes moved to the stain on the floor, sighing to herself at the sight before looking at him. "I guess we have some manners to work on too," she said before she lifted her hand to her lips, licking some of the seed he had spilled on her, swallowing it as he watched her. Humming softly she dried the rest off in a towel that she dumped over the stain. She would have to clean that once he left or it would come out of her paycheck. "I'll see you Sunday, Mr. Prideux," she said quite seriously. She had meant what she had said. She wouldn't let him go now that he had promised for them to see one another soon enough. Of course Brock would be worried for her, but she needed to see where this would lead. She needed to find out what this feeling was that she got when she was with Samuel. It wasn't just lust, that much was for sure, but would she ever be able to admit to her own feelings about the daemon? A daemon who held a lot of control as to what had happened in the Blocks.

Raven knew what she was doing, but she had never been this invested. Never felt this turned on from watching someone give in to her like this. Normally she would've put up a wall between her and the other person, but with Samuel she almost wanted him closer. However her logical side told her not to trust him, at least not yet or until he had showed that she wasn't just some one time fling. "Pick me up a few blocks from here, at the café on the corner of 57th street," she told him, because that would be the best place. Not to far from where her and Brock lived, but not too close to make him able to guess where she was living. "I'll be there at noon," signaling that she wouldn't wait one second longer for him to arrive.

//End of topic <3 tbc//