A Kiss on the Neck

Love's Dangerous Decisions

“I love you.”

He repeated as if reading my mind and answering my thought question.

“I honestly do, with all of me. I love you. If telling you everything is what it takes for you to understand my feelings then I will. I’ll tell you everything.”

Vicktor stood on his knees and kissed me over and over. I couldn’t help but return his eager, sad kisses. Vicktor... Loves me? I thought confused as his kisses drew me in further and further.

I.. love.. you too.” I said between kisses. I was so lost in my emotions and by Vicktor’s touches. I kept trying to escape this crazy woods but every time I was almost to the edge Vicktor would drag me back to the center. As I tried to figure out the thoughts in my head, I was already half naked on the floor of my living room with Vicktor’s dark, seductive presence lurking above me. I reached my hands out to touch him and ran my fingers lightly over his huge scar. Our lips found each other and when he pulled away I bit his bottom lip playfully.

‘Let’s do this somewhere else.”

He scooped me up in his arms like a princess and we were at my bedroom door in the blink of an eye. He set me down and he pushed me up against the shut door. The cold wood made shivers crawl across my skin. Our lips barely  parted and when they did it was to desperately grab air. The doors flew open and Vicktor took large steps forward until we reached my bed. He threw me down on the bed and took off his shirt. I craved him, I needed him. His fingers expertly undid the button of my pants and they were off and on the floor as fast as we got to my room in the first place. His boner dug into mine and noises escaped my mouth that I didn't know I could even produce. His fingers traced little ticklish circles on my hypersensitive back skin. His pants were off too and the only thing between us was the fabric of our underwear. I flexed my hips upwards, our excited swells pressed against each other so perfectly. I didn't want foreplay I just wanted him.

“I love you.” Said Vicktor in a hushed, wolfish whisper.

“I love you... I love you..” I repeated over and over as if I was trying to break the wall of emotion he always put up. “Never leave me...” The way he clutched me to his chest was proof enough that I was slowly, but surely breaking the barrier to his heart, bit by bit, block by block. Even though he found my incessant questions an aggravation, they were the sludge hammer. They were my hardtools.

I was nothing but a pile of emotions and I wanted him to shovel me up. With his strong arms holding me close to him I thought I heard a heartbeat but, it most likely my overactive imagination.

His fingers were cold and his grip tightened around me as he attempted to harbor my body warmth. At that moment in time I had enough body heat to turn a chilly autumn day into a hot day in July. His eyes, his hands, his scar, him. My imagination raced again and I swear I could feel our heartbeats sink together. I was apart of him, he was apart of me. Our clothes were off and we laid in the middle of my livingroom floor staring at eachother through dazed eyes.His long blonde locks tickled my nose and his intense, flaring eyes pierced somewhere deeper inside me.

Some people say that the eyes are the window to the soul and that day laying naked on my mattress, I saw Vicktor’s soul. It was scared. There was undoubtedly something there. His soul was so delicate, like a child’s and I assumed because he had been through so many hardships, he never had the time to grow up. The bad certainly outweighed the good and all I wanted to do was fill his poor soul with goodness, happiness, even if he never really knew what that was.

With the light coming from the window his pale skin glowed like an angel of death.

Death has never been so beautiful.