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as he drove into her with increasing urgency, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm that made her entire body jolt with each powerful thrust. Amelia's legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick cock, milking him with every wet slide. The air filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, her moans turning into desperate cries as he hit that spot inside her over and over, his balls tightening further with the building pressure until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a guttural groan, Hunter buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled hot ropes of cum deep into her spasming cunt, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft, the sensation pushing her over the edge once more into a shuddering climax that left her trembling beneath him.

They collapsed in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, breaths ragged and hearts hammering in sync, the weight of what they'd just done settling like a heavy fog between their tangled bodies. Hunter rolled off her slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound, but neither spoke as they lay side by side, the silence amplifying the storm of confusion and lingering desire swirling in their chests. He stared at the ceiling, his tattoos glistening faintly in the dim light, wondering how hate could twist so easily into this raw need, while Amelia's fingers traced absent patterns on the sheets, her mind replaying every brutal thrust and tender flicker of connection that had cracked through their rivalry.

Later, alone in her room after they'd parted without another word, Amelia lay in bed wearing nothing but thin silk pajamas that clung to her skin, the house quiet around her. She scrolled through Hunter's Instagram on her phone, the glow illuminating her flushed face as she lingered on photos from the summer—him shirtless at the beach, that signature smirk playing on his lips, tattoos stark against tanned skin, his body lean and powerful. A needy heat pooled low in her belly, her thighs pressing together as she zoomed in on one image, her free hand slipping under the waistband of her shorts to brush against her still-sensitive pussy, fingers tracing the slickness there from their earlier encounter. She bit her lip, the ache building with every swipe, her breath hitching as she imagined his hands on her again, the forbidden pull making her core throb with fresh want even as doubt gnawed at the edges of her thoughts.

Her fingers thrust harder into her slick pussy, two digits plunging deep while her thumb circled her swollen clit with frantic urgency, the wet sounds filling the quiet room as she imagined Hunter pinning her wrists above her head, his tattooed body pressing her down into the mattress. She moaned louder, the sound echoing through the empty house, her hips bucking off the bed as she pictured his thick cock stretching her again, pounding relentlessly while his dark eyes locked onto hers with that mix of hate and hunger. The fantasy built hotter, his tongue piercing grazing her neck as he growled filthy promises, until her orgasm crashed through her in pulsing waves, her walls clenching around her fingers and leaving her gasping, sweat-slicked and trembling.

The next morning at school, they collided in the cafeteria line, trays clattering as Hunter snarled, "Watch where you're fucking going, Park, or I'll make you regret it," but their eyes lingered on each other's lips longer than the insult allowed, the air crackling with unspoken tension. Hailey nudged Amelia's arm from their table, smirking as she caught the stolen glances at Hunter's smirk and the way his shirt clung after baseball practice left him shirtless nearby, whispering, "You're totally fucking eyeing him, aren't you? Spill it, bitch." Across the room, Tyler cornered Hunter by the lockers, calling out the summer beach stares, only for Hunter to laugh it off with a dirty joke about wanting to bend her over the sand, though his usual cocky mask slipped for a second.

By evening, alone in his room with a half-drunk whiskey, Hunter stared at his phone wondering how their rivalry had twisted into this aching pull he couldn't shake, while Amelia lay in her bed tracing her lower back tattoo, her mind replaying every touch and wondering if the hate was turning into something far more dangerous.

Rivals' Forbidden Flames