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Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
❝ what took you so long? ❞
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once she settled his arm drops back to arm of chair, fingertips dipping out to brush at the inside of her knee which was perfectly placed near him. though listening his eyes remained on her.
currently wrapped up in a meeting via a phone call to which the phone was on speaker upon his desk. arm lazily draping around her waist, pulling her closer.
a tender kiss comes to the side of @RuseWeapon’s head, a balm for all the stressful meetings and travel as of late.
this morning has become a rare day; no meetings, no intel to take a watchful eye to. nothing by a splendid coffee and quietness.
blofeld stood over her, feeling the warmth of her body and the soft shiver that ran through her at the faint pressure of his knee. his hand rested at the top of her inner thigh, fingers teasing against silk and skin, measured, deliberate, knowing exactly how to elicit the
undone by the smallest of his actions.
his thumb moved in slow, calculated circles over the tender skin, tracing the curve of her thigh with precision. he listened to the soft whine that slipped from her lips, the way her breath hitched and pooled heat in the room, and he let
you think you’ve found my weakness, james, but you’re only walking into my design. i don’t break — i bend the world until it serves me. if you reach for her, you’ll discover too late that the moment you touch what’s mine, i’ve already destroyed what’s yours.
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blofeld’s smirk deepened at the sound, that soft, involuntary spill of need that slipped past her lips. he held there a moment, knee pressing just enough to keep her balanced on the edge of relief without ever letting her tumble over it.
his gaze never left her face, drinking
that,”
he continued, voice low and cutting through the charged air,
“you won’t survive what comes next.”
his thumb traced an agonizingly slow circle over the inner curve of her thigh, his other hand still hooked beneath her chin to keep her gaze fixed on his.
“look at me,
“very well,”
he murmured, his hand capturing hers against his chest, holding it there so she could feel the steady thrum of his heart.
“but remember—you asked for this. and when i am finished, you will be the one begging for the mercy you just denied yourself.”
mattress between her legs as he leaned forward, caging her in with his body. his free hand moved to her thigh, silk sliding under his palm as his grip tightened with deliberate, unhurried force.
his hand began its slow ascent along her thigh, silk bunching beneath his fingers