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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on January 04, 2015 by Katarina Foster
Residences
*Adult content*



I've never asked him about the night that he got turned, fearing what I'd hear or see if he ever did. I'm sure it must have been traumatic, whatever pushed him to death's door and gave someone the mercy or cruelty necessary to give him their blood and make him a hunter. Who knows if the one who almost killed him and the one who made him are the same person. Who knows if he wasn't even almost murdered but instead was almost killed by something natural? Knowing him, it could have been a car caccident from driving too fast or anything, really. He really does lead a reckless life, even if he doesn't see it. I don't want to see those looks of fear or uncertainty on his handsome face becuase I fear what it will do to me to see him that way. I know it would devastate me to see him looking so helpless. I would be okay with never knowing what happened to make him the way he is.

I only give him a small compliment about saving us with the car but that's all he's getting. He should know better than to think I'll ever call him my savior, at least with a straight face.

Of course when it comes to his hands on my body, I'm the one who feels helpless. My body seems to work of its own free will when it comes to his touch, the moans pressing past my lips unstoppable even if I were to chew my own bottom lip off trying to halt their escape. I know he's only trying to distract me but even so, his hands are like heaven on my skin. When he pushes my shoulder back into place, I can't stop the whimper either but maybe that's because my body is on autopilot by this point. I note his pause in movement for a minute though and my body squirms against him, as if reminding him that I'm still here and still aching for more.

There's almost a resignation in his eyes as I turn back to him, an acceptance that this is where it ends and now he'll have to keep his hands to himself and take me back home. But tonight, I'm saying fuck it. Tonight, I almost got killed and him along with me and I might have never been able to touch him again or kiss him for that matter. It feels like slow motion as I lean forward and grab his head, pulling him by the nape of his neck until our lips touch and my world spins out of control. My body melts to his, a soft sigh of contentment dripping past my lips as they hungrily mesh against his. When he returns the gesture, I know that he's losing control too and for once, I want him to. No, I need him to.

He presses me back against the law and I only inhale sharply once as my shoulder hits the wall. The throb is quickly forgotten though as his hands move up my sides, finding my bra and expertly flicking it off in less than a minute. I feel a mild wave of admiration but it's quickly lost in the sense of torture I'm feeling by all these clothes that suddenly feel restraining. The surroundings are nonexistant at this point. I could care less if we were in a crowded mall or on the screen at a football stadium. I only know that I want him to keep touching me. I need him to touch me. His sudden command has me breathless and for once in my life, I obey without question, turning back to face the wall. I don't think he even had to say the last part but it certainly helped clench the deal. My eyes glitter in wanting as I look over my shoulder, my breath still coming out in pants as I wait to see what happens next.

My breasts feel swollen and aching even from the feather light touches he bestowed on them before having me turn around. The wall feels cold against me and I shudder as goosebumps threaten on my arms. I suddenly feel so exposed but not because we're outside in a public place, but because he's touching me now in ways we never got to the first time around. His hands move back up my sides, almost torturous in their slow lazy movement and I close my eyes with another moan, squirming back against him again as his hands find their marks, kneading and teasing my nipples to perfection as I groan and lean my head back against him.

"Kohl..."

I whisper, the sound a mixture between a plea and a prayer, my mind buzzing as my body heats up. His lips are at my neck again, his magical tongue working voodoo on my skin as the air hisses through my teeth and my hips arch against him, the area between my legs suddenly throbbing and aching for a touch just as much as the rest of me. I can hear his words in my ear but they barely register, so unhinged is my lust by now. As his hands slip from my breasts, a whimper pushes past my lips as my fingers dig into the brick wall in front of me. My chest suddenly feels cold without his touch but not for long as his fingers find their next target and a fire lights that will never burn down, a gasp of pleasure pushing from my lungs as my hips dance forward into his hand, giving him full access to my most tender area.

I feel the moisture pooling around his expert fingers and I moan again, louder this time, as I continue to push back into him, wanting more and yet dancing on the edge of hysteria as it is. As I feel my body rising, I know that I don't want to be alone in this and I suddenly spin on my feet, turning to face him as my hands grab hungrily at the hem of his shirt, moving to pull it over his head as fast as I can, my hands moving in a panik as my lips find his once more, my hands moving now to the buttons of his own jeans. If he wants to unclothe me in public then I'll be damned if I'll be the only one. My hands jerk apart his zipper, hardly caring if I damage anything by this point. All I know is I'm aching to have him inside of me, aching to have him feel the same fire that I'm feeling right now.

My hands move past the fabric of his pants and boxers, pushing them down just enough to let all of him come out. For a moment, I take it all in with my eyes, my breath inhaling as I try to remember just how I had all of that inside of me at one point. It seems...bigger than I remember. But all at once, the fear is gone as I lift my gaze back to his, swallowed up by those penetrating blue gold eyes and with a moan, my lips are back on his as my hands move down his chest, twisting and tugging at his nipples until they harden before my own nipples brush against his chest as my hands delve down further. As I find him in my hands, I start the movements slow, experimenting since this is a first for me but the action seems almost natural as I start to gauge by the speed of his breathing and the sounds he makes just how fast to move my hands and how hard to squeeze.

I gaze up into his eyes, liking the power of him in my hands, liking watching his face play through the motions of pleasure. Is this what he sees when he does those things to me? And suddenly I understand. This is real power, the power to make someone feel such pleasure that they lose themselves completely. I feel something tighten in my chest and I know that I'm falling for him, dangerously so.

"Kohl, I..."

I try to form the words but I don't know how to begin, my eyes glittering in the ecstasy of the moment asI search his face, wanting to know where we go from here. In this moment, I give over control to him, wanting him to lead me, teach me how to make his pleasure the utmost possible because I'm already so close to the edge and yet I want to take him there with me.


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