Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 15

 Bonjour, my lovely fans! We're getting close to the end of my wondrous tale! Are you excited?! You should be. Anywaysss, I have added a fantastic new song I have discovered via youtube onto the sidebar thingy over there ---->

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--CHAPTER FIFTEEN--

Ash hovered above Sage, just enough to keep his weight from crushing her, but close enough that she could still feel every inch of his body against hers. His mouth was pressed feverishly to her own, making her forget all the terrible things that were going on right now.

His fingers gingerly traced down her bare arms, making little tingles spread on her skin as they moved farther down, where they positioned themselves on her hips.

She groaned quietly under the pressure of his lips and shifted herself so she was even closer to him. She knew everything about this was utterly wrong and immoral. She forgot all about that little sense of logic though as Ash grabbed her by the hips and flipped their positions, so fast that Sage wondered how it had happened.

Now she rested gently on top of him, her legs straddling him tightly. His thin, alabaster fingers tugged at the hem of her sweater, almost as though asking the question if it were all right to remove it.

When Sage said nothing in protest, he lifted the thin fabric up over her head, somehow without even breaking the long string of passionate kissing.

Sage fiddled with the buttons of his neat suit, trying to get the top jacket off. He noticed her struggles and softly pushed her hands aside, undoing the buttons himself and shrugging off the topcoat.

Soon enough, his chest was entirely bare, leaving him only in his slacks. Sage broke the kisses as she marveled at the well-sculpted muscles of his torso. The skin there was just as shockingly white as the rest of him. He was utterly a beautiful man. Something that a painter would possibly create, reflecting the image of a fallen angel; gorgeous, yet oddly mysterious and harsh.

Sage glanced up into his deep black eyes that seemed to hold affection for her and her alone. As if being ebbed on by this strange affection, she moved to undo the button on his trousers.

A sound of protest came from Ash and he shifted away from the touch of her hands. Sage lifted her head again, staring at him questioningly as blood flooded into her cheeks.

“What?” she asked hesitantly, the embarrassment growing more intense as she took in the regretful look on Ash’s face.

She’d thought this is what he had wanted. After all, he had brought her down to the tiny secret bedroom. He had undressed her to nothing more than her bra and panties. He had allowed her to undress him as well, and he had continued to whisper her name so sweetly and kiss her so roughly.

Rejection flooded through her as Ash moved into a sitting position, letting her slide from his bare stomach down to his still-clothed legs. The look on his face did nothing to comfort her. She wanted to reach for her clothes and put them back on, to gain a little bit more pride, but she wasn’t entirely sure where they had gone in the quick flashes of desire that had caused Ash to strip her of them.

“Why are you giving me that look?” Sage asked, her voice significantly less sure.

Ash rested his large hands on either of her bare legs, softly, almost as though he really didn’t want to but felt obligated to do so. This only made Sage feel worse about everything.