Bending Steel (Ashlyn/Onyx)

[Onyx Holland]

In a side corridor of the third floor past the hanging tapestries, the burning torches and cold cobblestone, lay one worn wooden door locked from the inside and spell protected. Behind that polished oak that reflected the light of the torches, something of a rustling could be heard in the silence of the hallway. If one would peer through the key hole, you could only just make out the reflecting light off of bared pale skin. One figure pinning another on the back wall, muscles tense and holding a pair of shapely legs on either side of his hips. Sounds were muffled, but the occasional wisp of pleasure could be heard echoing off the close quarters. Fingernails raked across the male's pale flesh, leaving a trio of red lines that coaxed a more savage movement from the male and a louder cry of need from the female counterpart.

Time passed as it did normally before the girl was thrust from the closet and he was left in the quiet once more, sated for the time being. The tossed aside clothing was replaced and he smirked darkly, running fingers through his hair to settle it in the correct place. Finally, the door opened again and Onyx strode from the room and down the corridor. There was no spring in his step, no emotion shone in his blue eyes. He appeared as if nothing registered to him and that thought almost scared the hell out of him. After something like that, wasn't a guy supposed to feel...something? Relief? Tired? Hell no, not him. He just felt this emptiness and cold that followed him around like a shadow.

He wasn't watching where he was going, turning the corner and plowing straight into someone coming from the other direction. Cold eyes jerked down to see the person and he spoke in a low growl of a tenor, "Watch it..."

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

It had been midday when a slytherin boy by the name of Asher had called upon her for a study session. She’d responded to that wearing a corset, short skirt, and four inch heels. The boy had actually needed help in their potions class but Ashlyn never wanted to give up a moment to be with a beautiful boy in a closet. When she’d arrived she immediately took him by his tie and drew him into a closet nearby. He hadn’t said no to the idea of them being alone, after all, who would?

Almost immediately after being locked in the closet with a sound proof door Ashlyn hitched her leg around the seventh year and pulled him close. ”Like that do you handsome…?” She murmured before her mouth came crashing down on his in a fevered passion. She hadn’t had a seventh year this close to her in a closet in ages and it felt amazing just to be pressed up against him. He had been a regular of hers the year before and this year was no different, he just hadn’t been as available. It had been difficult for him to do anything besides slide his hands up her skirt because of her corset and he began dragging his fingers along her skin. This was due cause for a gentle moan from the currently pink haired beauty against the wall. This seventh year was known for being a little rough and Ashlyn never said no to it even if it left marks to be found later.

Every moment the boy touched her legs or any part of her skin she’d reward him by sliding her fingernails down his back which had become bare in seconds. She knew what he enjoyed and played to it every time that she’d gotten him away from public. Soon enough her legs were wrapped around his hips and the sounds that were made were beautiful to Ashlyn’s ears, she absolutely loved the sounds that came from a male in such times.

When Ashlyn had finally finished all she wanted she pushed Asher away and pulled up her knee high tights, ”You have been amazing, as always my love.” She murmured before striding out of the closet with heels in hand. She hadn’t said more than a few words or told him to put back on his clothing, she left him, as she always did to him and the others.

Ashlyn threw her hair back over her shoulder and went to turn the corner when she smacked right into the chest of another student. Her shoes fell from her hand with a few light thunks to the ground, What an oaf! She thought. A voice flowed, very masculine, from the male in front of her in a very growl like tone. Ashlyn responded back with a retort of her own rather savagely, ”How about you watch it you bloody barmpot!” She drawled. Her lips curled over her teeth in a hiss like way, no one spoke to Ashlyn Nefertiti Silver-Moon that way, no one.

The girl bent down quickly to grab her shoes in her hands and snapped back up to place a hand on the males chest in a shove. ”You may be a pretty boy but that doesn’t mean I won’t knock some sense into you for walking into me.” She spoke and when he didn’t move she went to go around him. ”Are you dozy?” Ashlyn growled.

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[Onyx Holland]

At the reaction of the younger girl, Onyx only straightened and let one eyebrow slightly drift upward as cold eyes focused on her. She was a bit of a feisty thing and the emotions that flared off her, the anger...it was intriguing. That was all he could give himself to muster. Instead, he stepped to one side and spoke in a heavy Irish lilt, voice gruff. "No need to eat the head off me." As he took a moment to study her, he noticed her brightly colored hair and pouty lips, damn sexy clothes, and those eyes. Had he been anyone else, he might be jelly. But, he wasn't and she was peeved.

Her passion was something to admire. Maybe that was all Silver-Moon's.

With his back stinging and scrawbed, he rolled his shoulders and found the reminder of his previous actions to rather leave him tame. He gave a half way bow, "After you then." Not that he would mind the view on the way down. Onyx was quite the fan of the female form and hers was exquisite. Inwardly, he fought off a stave of instant lust as his eyes followed the curve of her neckline and the hem of her skirt with interest. They simply did not come like that in Ireland.

While his mind did unspeakable things to that lithe body, his face showed no signs of such thoughts. He only waited for her to pass by, if only to enjoy the sight of her walking away. Hey! He was a guy and some guys were focused on passion. He just enjoyed the way it felt to his body.

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have of gotten so mean to the boy when he’d bumped into her, it’d been both of their faults if anything. But Ashlyn was quite known for her quick words and easily fired up personality. This is how a fair amount of people got to her when they wanted and it always got her riled up. She was just the type that had an easy temper and it was hard to skirt around it when something happened. Ashlyn flicked her currently emerald green eyes from top to bottom on the boy very outwardly as she walked around him. He was a slytherin and definitely a nice slytherin specimen at that. The girl couldn’t help but do what she was used to and size him up just by looking, something she did to all possible men in her life.

Whether or not she wanted to actually be with them, hasn’t happened yet, or get in their pants she did the same thing. His voice was another thing that was a very nice addition to the gorgeous body that stood in front of her, it was gruff, masculine, and everything in between that Ashlyn enjoyed in a man. She knew that he wasn’t in her year but she didn’t know which year he could be in besides that, sixth, maybe seventh? She wouldn’t have any idea unless she asked him and she wouldn’t be doing any of that at the moment.

But before she could tear her eyes away from him and continue walking he spoke, and it was about her words. Yep, she’d done it again, bitten someone’s head off for something that was of equal fault. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to chew on it for a second and came to a halt; he then bowed slightly to let her pass. Ashlyn sighed and looked up at him, blinking her eyes a few times while thinking of what to say to him. Sorry, maybe? Maybe indeed. ”Sorry.” She spoke as she flipped her hair over her shoulder again.

She tried to catch his eyes after that but noticed that they had roamed away from her face and down her body. The reaction that sent through her all the way to her fingers maybe her lips curl up into a flirtatious smile. She definitely did enjoy when a boy gave her attention like that even if there was no emotion to be seen on their faces. Just the feeling of them looking at her or her body made her tingle with desire.

Ashlyn slipped her free hand to her hip under her robes which were pushed aside as she did so. ”And you are looking at….?” She questioned with her lips tilting into a cocky smirk. She allowed her tights clad feet to pad themselves closer to the boy in front of her, stopping merely a few inches from him to look up into his face. ”Do you… like, what, you are looking at?” She murmured in a sultry voice that she had learned to prefect over the summer before allowing her shoes to drop to the floor.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, her smirk still plastered on her lips. If she had anything to say about it she would have him backed up into the wall behind them, and if he wanted to do anything back, well then, he was already okayed for that.

Having done something only moments before meant absolutely nothing to this slytherin, no, not to the daughter of Lindsey Moon.

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[Onyx Holland]

Like? What sort of question was that? He was male, and breathing, so of course he enjoyed what he saw. He appreciated every curve of her body like a piece of art, and made sure to keep such ravenous thoughts that the supple skin enduced well under wraps. However, he was not one to pass up an opportunity to tease such a girl. "Like? Yes. You wouldn't want to see what I'd do to it..." There was something of a wicked smirk that dared to creep across his mouth and a tongue darted across soft lips before he felt the gutteral growl forming in his chest escape. Oh, tease a man like this...it's playing with fire.

Ever closer he found himself weaving, but he never once lost his control. If he wanted to bend him to her will (wicked, wicked will) then she would have some fight on her hands. He could tease with the best of them and this girl posed no real threat to him. Or, did she?

"Skin like yours looks so much better when it's covered in claims..." That side was coming out again...the side his parents warned him about, but hell. As if he cared to heed the warnings they gave about his tendency toward dominancy.

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Ashlyn couldn't help but wonder what might be under the pants of this tall slytherin that she bumped into. Did she know him? Probably. Did she remember him? Not. Was he a friend of her brothers? She had no idea and that wasn't going to stop her from doing anything with him if it came down to it. He was a gorgeous slytherin specimen and she wasn't going to pass that up when it walked right into her, literally. Then when he spoke her current grey-lilac eyes flicked to his face, to his lips, imagining them on her skin in fevered kisses. Oh, yes she did want to know. And she wanted to know now.

Ashlyn smirked a cocky smirk and spoke, "How do you know what I don't want to know?" Her voice was teasing but it still held that sultry twinge to it that she'd slapped on before, "How do you know that I don't want you to do something to me right here, right now?" She murmured and lifted her hand to trace it along his jawline with her pointer finger. As she did this she sucked her lower lip in to sexily suck on it, her eyes now purposely flicking down his body for a few moments. She let them linger there for a few moments before allowing them to slide slowly up to his face where she caught his in one of those intense stares.

If she could have two slytherins in one night? That would be one of the better nights she'd had in quite awhile.

"I think the problem here is you underestimating me Mr...?" She murmured, "I'm sure you've heard of me. Little whispers of Vincent Silver's younger sister. Whispers of Seth Silver's twin sister. As she spoke this she brought her fingers to the center of her robe and she slid it off to her elbow, "I'm also sure, you've never had a girl like me. Ashlyn. Silver." The words slipped so coolly from her mouth as if she'd rehearsed them. She knew how to work a single boy in front of her and she was tempting him, tempting herself.

It was only what he spoke next that had her wanting to definitely jump his bones,What kind of claims...? Her mind raced as her voice hitched. The heat rising from her center to her face but she enjoyed it, welcomed it. "Exhilarating... claims you say? What kind of claims do you have in mind? That sounds absolutely..." She'd leaned up at this point to be right next to his ear where her breath could be felt soft, and warm, "...amazing" She'd practically moaned it in his ear. Her fingers finding hems of his robes, grasping it tightly.

Now was when she should stop but she never did. Now was the moment most people ran away but she never did. Now was the time when she knew she should make him want her more by turning away... and she did, she let go and turn on her heel, back to him. She wanted more, she hoped he wanted more but the only way to tell would be... when she walks away leaving him wanting more.

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[Onyx Holland]

Whatever control that Onyx had from taking a hold of her was starting to diminish. All of her added stimuli was making him crazy...and suddenly it happened. There was no control. His face hardened and his hand tangled in the length of her hair (mid length, toward the base), giving a tug to those locks to force her head back so she gazed up at him. "Well, Miss Ashlyn. Silver." He spoke in a low voice, quiet in these halls, icy blue hues baring deep into her faded lilac orbs of mischief, "I've heard of your brothers, but they do not intimidate me."

Nothing really did.

His lips lowered to the succulent slope of her throat and only traces of his cool lips would skim the length of that taut skin that rippled with each swallow. "I. Am Onyx Holland." He replied, lifting to bear his gaze back into those eyes of hers again. Something about the girl's confidence was more arousing than the other simpering skirts in this school. Hell, even those Beauxbatons girls didn't hold a candle to this one. She was aware of herself, no frills, no sugar coating. She was pure sin.

And he was a Slytherin Devil.

His body rushed flush against hers and swept her back against the wall where the closet behind the tapestry remained vacant and his hand removed from her hair without painfully pulling any of her silky strands. However, her wrists were caught in a firm, unwavering grip to the stone above her head as his torso formed to the slow arching motions that hers made. It was as if he could read her movements and fit to form her.

"You'll recieve them first hand...and then you can tell me how amazing they are." He grinned slightly before lowering his mouth to the exposed skin of bared shoulders beneath her cloak. Her skin was so warm and so inviting, and it made his dominant edge tremble...fighting back the urge to shove the garment down and claim the forbidden skin beneath it. That would come in time and he didn't care who saw.

Controlled kisses left no real mark upon her skin, working a trail up her throat where he let his teeth graze the velvety skin before slipping over to the side of her neck. His free hand gripped the handle of the closet, ready to yank it open before drawing it back again and feeling along the laced back of the corset. With a surprising skill, his fingers found the tie, and gave a quick tug. The material toward the top began to loosen and he grinned darkly as he leaned back and found her eyes again.

"Now, my Silver Vixen...you will soon find yourself claimed by a Holland."

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

And this is when Ashlyn shudders as if on cue when the boy locks his fingers in her hair. The feeling of having no control was even more exhilarating then anticipating the claiming that might go on. Whenever a boy got too rough she said something but she had only had to say something once, and that’s when she was still a babe to the world. Now though? The feeling that had just coursed through her body was nothing but pure pleasure. She was now facing him; head tilted back, lips curled into one of her signature smiles. Whether he knew it or not she had him and he had her, this was going to be a ride she’d probably never forget. Well, she didn’t necessarily forget any of them but… this one seemed to be different than most. Usually things were a bit more planned than this had been but it was still just as good if not better.

The words that slipped from his sensuous mouth just barely distracted her from staring at him. The way he said her name made her shiver with more pleasure, whenever a guy spoke her name like that she felt this way. It was just something about hearing those syllables coming from deep in a man’s throat that made her want to make him take her right that moment. Even as he continued her mind was still stuck on the way her name was spoken. She didn’t want her concentration to slip to her brothers because that soured things for her at times, they spoiled her fun and she didn’t enjoy it. But he’d brought it up and her lips went from pouty to a snarl, ”I don’t want them to intimidate you. I can handle myself. That’s just who you older slytherins know. Never me. Never Ashlyn. Its always Vincent’s little sister or Seth’s twin.” Her voice almost matched her snarl but she bit it back the moment that he tugged her hand back a little more.

"They're not the ones with control. I am. I control more than they know." She whispered then it was those lips that she could almost feel touching her throat, her swallowing that made her seem more vulnerable, his fingers that curled in her hair. Now everything was beginning to get hyper sensitive with need and she wanted it. When he pulled his lips away the warmth that had come from them made her eyes narrow and her body arch into his. Oh she wanted it... His name was quickly discarded of in her thoughts, placed in a little box that she could open later, right now she just needed to feel him. She needed to have his body pressed against hers, she needed his lips, and she needed everything.

She could usually control herself at this point but that was because she was the one who was usually in control. Right now… she knew she had none of it, she would probably end up being his whether or not she wanted it.

Before she could do so much as move again her hands were above her head, wrists clamped within a large male hand and her body was hard pressed against the stone. The sound that came from her lips was a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lifted her body to press against him harder, their forms molding together rather quickly. He knew his moves and this surprised Ashlyn but made her even more ready, even more wanting than before. He was no inexperienced boy, not at all like the ones before; he was something that she’d been waiting to encounter.

Ashlyn trembled when he spoke again so closely to her ear, ”Please… Please Ony--.” She murmured but was cut off when his lips grazed her skin, the heat from his mouth making her flush. Every where his lips touched left a warm tingling feeling in its wake which made Ashlyn want to fall into him but his grip still was unwavering. She groaned before biting her lip at the touch of his teeth to her neck, ”Onyx. She whined.

This was torture for her. She couldn’t touch him besides with her legs and torso. She wanted to touch him with her hands, splay her fingers on his chest.

She could feel his fingers now creeping along her back, most likely aiming for her ribbons, yep. When she felt her corset coming away she hitched her leg around him the best she could, pulling him closer, her eyes fluttering open.

”Let me touch you.” She purred, her lips curling into another one of her smiles.

”I’ll happily comply to be claimed by you.” Ashlyn murmured.

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[Onyx Holland]

There was something in the way a girl pleaded his name that always spurred him onward. She wanted to touch him and that she would, however it would be when he deemed it. Onyx knew that teasing would make everything harder to hide, plus someone was bound to hear something here.

He reached behind the tapestry and opened up the closet and then released her wrists and hoisted her up into his arms, strong arms cradling her body with both hands pressed to that enticing curve of her rear. That door slammed and locked before he set her back upon the floor.

That naughty little corset was tugged down to expose the most perfect pair he had ever seen. His mouth latched to the delicate skin and eased both hands to the swell of her hips. Ruby would kill him for this, but he was also unbearably taken aback by this little viper that he didn't care.

"You're going to be mine. Understand? Mine." He hissed,squeezing that backside possessively. Onyx had never felt the need to claim anyone until now. Something in her spirit made him starve for her already. Shirt unbuttoned to show off the solid muscle beneath his clothing and for a moment, he admired the curves of her body and the perfection on her skin.

She begged to be worshipped, but he wanted her down. Down on her knees and begging. Instead, he let her remove the confines between them and then turned her to face that wall, forming against her for one long moment before lifting her leg and steadying her.

"Mine." He growled softly into the curve of her ear. In that same instance...they would become one.

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

It was so hard not being able to kiss him and to make him feel what she wanted him to feel. Of course Ashlyn loved getting pleasure from others but she also loved giving just the same amount back. This one in front of her made her feel an intense need to make him feel the pleasure she reveled in. She didn’t know if he enjoyed what he was doing fully or if it was just the passion of the moment. She wouldn’t know either because at that moment he unlatched a door behind them and had her up in his arms. She made a small enticing squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the room. She could feel his hands on her behind and it made her feel even hotter with the position they were in, ”You tease me.” She growled from deep within herself just as he placed her back down.

She just wanted him to touch her and she wanted to touch him to get more pleasure flowing between them. It wasn’t enough to be teased like this and most boys didn’t last this long when being teased, heck, most girls didn’t either. Ashlyn was practically bursting from need, want, and passion that she had to brace herself on the wall as the door slammed shut. Now she was in the closet with him and oh how she hoped that it was going to end the way she wanted with him. She needed what he was going to give her, hopefully give her, it was hard to wait.

Ashlyn eyed him for a few moments before he moved and when he did he tugged the rest of her corset away, immediately having his mouth devour her skin. Ashlyn moaned and reached to put her hands through his hair, her head tilted back as far as it could go. ”O-Onyx.” She murmured through her quickened breath, being hit with pleasure so quickly after being hypersensitive was amazing. She could feel his hands roaming towards her hips and caressing her hips, then down to her behind where he squeezed rather possessively as he spoke. His, she was going to be his? That’s not what this is supposed to- okay, well maybe she liked that.

The girl nodded and swallowed, her breath coming out with a husky need, ”Yes. Yes, Yours Onyx. Yours. I promise.”. Ashlyn had never promised anything like that before but the way Onyx made her feel… it was something so different that she practically longed for it and she’d only known him for a short, short amount of time.

Her eyes drooped to a lidded gaze as she watched him begin to unbutton his shirt; this caused her smile to curl again. The minute his shirt was opened she reached her hand out to touch his chest which is where she splayed her hand out, ”God… You’re… amazing.” She mumbled, gazing back to his face looking for permission. Once she had it she was out of the rest of her clothing and he was out of his. It took her no time at all to get all the un-necessary clothing that would just get in the way of their moment. Standing completely vulnerable in front of someone made her mind race, her cheeks flush with desire, and her need flare to new heights.

It was very quickly after that he guided her against the wall, her back to him, and her leg hitched up with his hand. His muttering of mine grazed her ear in a wisp of heat, she turned her head just enough to reach him and captured his lips with hers in response. Then she gasped the moment that they closed the barriers between them, ”ONYX!”.

And then it was just after the two had finished their moment. Ashlyn was panting against the wall, her skin enjoying the cool stone. ”Merlin’s beard…” She murmured before leaning back on the male behind her. She looked up from where she was for a few moments before turning to him and grasping the back of his neck in her hand, pulling him towards her face. She didn’t care that the two of them were sweating and pressed together, it was just part of what happens during moments like those. She had no shame in it and most guys didn’t either which was a good thing.

”Like I said. Amazing.” She whispered against his lips before she claimed them again, she didn’t care if he wanted to push her away, she was going to get that kiss again. His lips were like petals against hers and he tasted like something she shouldn’t be allowed to have but she did anyway.

Ashlyn gently pulled away for a moment, ”Now that I’m… yours… are you going to leave me like the rest?” She questioned with a slight snarl and smirk, no man who was a virgin could do that.

Only a man with experience.

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[Onyx Holland]

Never had he been so hypersensitive after a session. It took him a touch more than usual for him to just move away. Her lips captured his and he felt his muscles tense with the urges to envelop her within his arms, but neither of them wanted that. As of now, there were no feelings involved, just one hell of a carnal attraction. Was he going to leave her like the rest? That...was an unexpected and interesting question.

Before he answered it, he dipped down on his knees and found the soft skin of her hip, and bringing his mouth to it, created a perfect, dark, 'O' on her flesh with soft nibbles across her skin. The urge to bring his mouth over for a taste was almost overpowering, but he would only ever do that if he felt the need to truly reward her. He wouldn't share his skills with just anyone.

He came back up, lust still present in his features. It was evident that the boy had almost an insatiable appitite for delicate forms and she was his personal drug. Mouth ventured to forbidden flesh again, savoring such an exotic taste before he finally answered with a smirk. "You. Are. Such. A. Drug. I doubt I could go too long without a hit." A playful slap of her rear ensued with that word. Gods, was she made to keep his hormones raging? "As for me leaving, Ashlyn, you and I have enough chemestry to burn this bloody castle down. And I swear to Merlin, you were made for every once of sin I could provide you. So, perhaps arrangements could be made." He was already ready for her again, and her back had perfectly formed bite marks in the shape of an H which made him have an insane amount of thrill. At least he had the good sense to come somewhere un-dangerous! That was not something he wanted yet.

He picked up his tie and draped the silk over her eyes as his lips took the curve of her neck without leaving a mark. Free hand skimmed over her skin gently with a vague hint of urgency. Gods she woke up his body. "Now...you're allowed to touch me." The tie slid from her eyes and pooled back on the floor. He smiled wickedly. "Maybe I'll take you in this closet until you can't scream anymore..."

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Now this is what a girl like Ashlyn would call a version of bliss, in a closet, in the arms of a very beautiful man, and living it up. Of course a bed would definitely be awesome a closet was just as good when it was one of the only places you could venture. Ashlyn had, had her time in a closet and savored every stolen moment that came to her. Her moment with Onyx had been no different at the start than with anyone else but… after their moment it seemed to be more than she thought. Not the romantic kind that often came to most females but the carnal kind that just made her ‘want’ more of him. Not often did she want someone all to herself so that she could relive these moments but this seemed to be a special one, one that she would not be willing to give up.

The feeling of having him press back into their kiss even just a little bit was enough to make her want another shot, want to scream his name for him all over again.

She’d asked an interesting question of him right after she kissed him and wondered exactly how he would answer it. Was he one of those males who would step away immediately or was he one who would stay for a little while then leave? She had no idea what to think of him besides that he was someone she wanted to keep. You don’t let men who were built like this go when you have them in your grasp, it just doesn’t happen… Her parents were a simple example of this, or at least she thought it was. They had actually been in love, she’d heard the story, her father had fallen in love with Lindsey when she was a youngin’ at Hogwarts. Ashlyn was just in this mostly for the pleasure it gave her, she wanted other things sometimes, but she never went through with them.

There was no one out there who could hold her attention for long… yet.

Ashlyn came back to her senses after a few moments of thinking just as Onyx was trailing down her body. She sucked in a short breath and leaned her head back when his breath came in hot waves along her skin. She hadn’t expected this at all, so when his mouth latched onto her hip she gasped. ”Oh lord… Onyx…” She whispered in a husky voice, every time he did something it had her wanting more. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair again but had no time because he had began to raise himself again, this time for her upper body and she shuddered. Her legs were threatening to give out on her every single time his mouth touched something else on her body. It was almost not enough to have him doing this right at the moment…

When he finally made eye contact with her and smirked she tilted her head, eyes still drooping, knowing he was about to say something. The words that came from him made her own lips curl into a smile, ”I’d like to think of myself as a drug…” She murmured, ”I love it when someone needs me…”. Her voice came out as a squeak at the end when Onyx’ hand slapped against her behind. Rough but almost not rough enough, her marks were thrilling, the grip he had her in before was the same, but she wanted more of that too. ”I won’t break easily. You can be a little rougher.” She whispered

The thoughts of how she wanted to take him were raging again in her mind, she didn’t want to stop here… she didn’t want him to leave because she wanted him all over again in her own way. Maybe she could force him to be rougher? What if she asked… nicely?

Then his answer to her question, and boy, what an answer that was indeed. She enjoyed that he didn’t want to leave the closet right away and it made her smirk. He could give her all the sin she wanted? She liked that prospect. ”I quite like that idea Onyx… I’ll take. Every. Bit. Of. Sin. You can give me. Every bit of it.” Her voice got lower with every word that she spoke until finally her last few words were but whispers.

She flicked her eyes along his face to watch for his reaction but before she could see whatever it was he’d picked up some cloth and draped it across her eyes. She tilted her head back the minute his lips found her neck and moaned softly, waiting for the moment he’d take her again… but that moment didn’t happen. He finished pressing his heated lips against her soft skin and let the cloth fall to the floor before speaking, it was her turn. She couldn’t help but smile broadly at the thought of being able to beg him to do something to her. ”I’d love that… Please do.” She mumbled.

This was going to be good.

The girl looked up at the smile of the boy in front of her and smirked before leaning closer. She snaked her arms up to be around his neck and pressed her lips to his chest. She trailed several hot kisses up to his jaw line and then placed one on his lips for a short second before pulling them away. ”I quite like this idea…” She murmured. Then she slowly began to trail more kisses down from his mouth to his chest, towards his lower torso but before she got to any place sensitive she slid back up his body.

”Onyx… She whispered, ”I want you to be rough with me. I need you to be rough with me. Please.”. Her voice had dropped very low, very… pleading like. ”Take me.” Was all she whispered before she pulled him closer to her, guided his hands to her legs so he could pick her up so they were against the wall again.

Again, they’d become one. Again, they’d show their sins to each other.

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[Onyx Holland]

Rough was something that this Holland understood too well. He had a will that could bend steel if need be, but this was something most different. He gave her everything she wanted, hard as he would allow himself. This man had a reputation for leaving a girl with some pain, and that's all he'd allow. If it were full throttle, he might do some real and lasting damage. Merlin save what ever woman he decided to marry.

Marriage was far from his mind with the sweet Silver Moon's body pressed to him and her legs held fast in his hands, all he could think of was sin. Sin had a name and damn if it wasn't Ashlyn. His lips were gentle for only one fleeting moment of a lapse of concentration before teeth followed with slight rough nibbles up her skin. It didn't take long before the moment built up to its peak and the end crashed over them like a waterfall. Body trembling, he let her down before he lost his strength to support her any longer.

"Merlin...you're going to drive me wild. I don't know what the hell it is about you, but I have the incredible urge to make you mine." That voice was low, almost edging on something like possessive. Like, if any other man were to do what he just did to her, he might just have to slug them. In the face. With a brick. Repeatedly. No girl...and I repeat...NO GIRL had ever made Onyx Holland's blood burn like this. Pureblood, confident, and purely sexy. Yes, Ashlyn Silver-Moon was surely something to behold.

He drew up his frame again and felt his abs tremble with the workout. Better than a gym, this was. The thought made him smirk a touch bafore his attention turned and he trailed his tongue slowly up the crook of her neck before gently sucking upon the skin over her pulse. "I want to take you to the Yule Ball, and drive the others mad with jealousy."

[Ashlyn N. Silver-Moon]

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Her breath was coming in deeply as they finished and he let her go, she leaned against the wall like she had before. It was cool against her heated skin and calmed down her desire a little bit. She could go for hours with this boy as he made her mind rush in an amazing way, she loved the rush. She’d never had someone do this to her much like him and it was something she didn’t want to lose. She wanted to keep her grasp on him the best she could for as long as she could.

She didn’t want to get attached too much to any certain person but being attached like this to Onyx would be ideal for her. She didn’t know whether or not her siblings would like it but why should they get to choose who she was with? Or how she was with them? They were protective, yes. But she didn’t understand exactly why they got so upset with how she did things, it was just her, it was who she was.

When he spoke she flicked her eyes up and allowed her smile to curl into a smirk, ”I’d like to think I was put here to drive you all wild. But you, you are a prize that I like to drive wild.”

[/color] She murmured before drawing herself back up to him. She pressed her body against his and placed her hands against his chest. ”You want to make me yours hm?” She questioned, tilting her head up to look at him. ”Haven’t I already agreed to this? I’ll be yours until you don’t want me to anymore. But I’m sure… you’ll want to keep me around.” She murmured.

She’d happily sit here like this after a session with him; he was just too much to give up. No one else was certain to do this to her, to make her feel this way.

When he drew himself up against her she wanted to squeak with joy but she didn’t. She kept her voice to herself even as he began to trail his tongue over her throat and suckle on her pulse. She tightened her hands on him and opened her mouth, sucking in a breath.

This is what she should feel like on a daily basis. This is what she wanted to feel like on a daily basis.

When he pulled away to speak she wanted to pull his face back to her but she didn’t, she didn’t want to make him pull away again. She nodded her head to his words in hopes to get him back to her neck, ”Yes. Yes. I will go to the ball with you. I’d love to make everyone jealous. Including making my brothers... a little upset” She murmured before sliding her hands up to his hair and biting her lip.

”You will make them oh so upset. I like it.” She muttered before pulling his face to hers and pressing her lips against his.

It was sweet and filled with knowing desire.
Right now she didn’t want sex she wanted the other part. She wanted the caressing and kissing. She didn’t know if she wanted it to mean anything but she wanted it anyway. It was way too soon to want much else.

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[Onyx Holland]

It was strange how this little miss was getting under his skin. It wasn't his style to kiss on the mouth unless the purpose was to silence a too-loud sound of submission, yet here he was in this closet, holding Ashlyn close to his strong torso, lips finding solace in hers. For the first time in years...he was feeling something.

Merlin's. Bloody. Balls.

His hand traced along the contours of her shoulder blades with a touch unlike the rough one he normally would provide his prospects. It was gentle. Why did it matter what this one asked him to do? Why did he find the urge to stay so compelling? She was getting under his skin.

What was it about her and could it be snuffed out? Did he even want it out?

Bloody hell.

A smile curled his lips, "Upsetting your brothers? Sounds like a fun evening. I could do with more like that. And like this one." A rumble of a groan started in his chest and escaped through partially parted lips as he shifted his weight and drew her close. He could follow her body like a mirror, hip to hip, chest to chest until he settled comfortably with her in his arms.

Yes, he could have more nights like this.

Balls.