Controlled Conquest By Frost

I want Emma frost to control dj into slowly falling in love with her and in a week Emma invites dj into her room and they start having sex

Emma Frost didn’t ask. She never did. One week of slow seduction—her telepathy weaving through his mind, her touch branding his skin—had led them here. Morning light now spilled across the wreckage of her sheets, her body still humming from the night before, every muscle loose and aching in the best way. DJ loomed over her, his cock already hard again, glistening with the remnants of their last round. His grip fisted in her hair, not cruel, just *possessive*, guiding her mouth to him with a single rough tug. *"Suck me dry, Frost,"* he growled, his voice still thick with sleep. She smirked up at him, her lips parting, tongue gliding along his length before taking him deep. No hesitation. No mercy. Her throat opened for him, her nails digging into his thighs as he rocked forward, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Saliva dripped down her chin, the weight of him heavy on her tongue, her own arousal slick between her thighs just from the taste of him. *"Fuck, look at you,"* he muttered, hips jerking as she hollowed her cheeks, swallowing him down until her nose pressed into the wiry hair at his base. She pulled off with a wet gasp, lips swollen, voice ragged. *"You’re not done with me yet."* DJ didn’t answer—just flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, and slammed into her with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her body clenching around him, still so fucking sensitive from the night before. *"Should’ve known you’d be greedy,"* he grunted, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider as he drove into her. *"Take it. All of it."* Emma arched back into him, her laugh turning into a moan. *"Harder. Make me* feel *it tomorrow."* He obliged—pounding into her until the headboard cracked against the wall, her skin reddened under his grip, her cunt dripping as he stretched her to the limit. *"Again,"* she demanded, breathless, as his cock twitched inside her. *"I want you to* ruin *me."* By the time he came, filling her for the sixth time that morning, her voice was gone. Her legs gave out beneath her, her body collapsing onto the ruined sheets, but she was still smiling. *"Good boy,"* she murmured, her fingers trailing lazily down his chest as he hovered over her, still hard. *"Now do it again."*