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"Desire" -Everything Everything
April 5th, 2012 8:43am
It felt so off but so, so good at the same time. His scarred hands slithered up your back, making their way back down to your thighs. Your lips left his, beginning to press light kisses along his jawline and neck, down to his collarbone.
He muttered a swear under his breath as his head tilted back slightly, hands gripping onto your thighs, moving up slightly to your hips.
He stated your name, a bold tone escaping his mouth. Your eyes met his, and you didn't know whether to be aroused or terrified.
Not only because you've never seen him like this, even as a joke, but his voice was getting a lot more stern. Deeper with every word and look your way. It was intoxicating to hear, you wanted more of it.
Just continued giving you that sinister look that you were too afraid to keep your eyes on. His lips connected to your neck, biting on the skin to leave marks behind.
You mutter a swear under your breath, your cheeks hotter than hell as you're barely able to whisper his name.
He felt a shiver from below his stomach as the little friction from your thigh moving ever-so-slightly—a small groan emitting from his mouth against your neck.
Brian never was good with words, preferring to express rather than verbalize. You knew he hasn't had a remotely sensual experience in years, which is exactly why he damn near seemed so desperate to touch you the moment you gave him the okay.
He was starved for an experience like this again, your fingers sliding into his sandy hair as you placed your lips onto his once more. Despite being so desperate and needy, he quite gently placed you on your back onto the old mattress—his hands caressing your hips as his eyes stared hungrily down at you. Though you know deep down, he doesn't want to hurt you.
His eyes glanced at the chain still inhabiting your ankle before ripping it off of you in mere frustration, before getting right back to where he was.
You could tell he was holding back a bit, most definitely for the safety of you. His hands slid across your stomach, getting a good feel of you.
He dipped his head down, placing a kiss against your lips, parting slightly. "Honey, you feel so nice." His words made you feel amazing, large hands slipping under your shirt against your skin.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, thighs pressed against his hips. A small groan emitted from him as there was small friction of movement against his crotch.
You dragged out his name purposefully, watching as he nearly crumbled right then and there. His hands moved up to pin your wrists above your head as he rolled his hips against you, the contact driving him crazy even through his jeans.
He dipped his head down to your neck, removing his hands from your wrists to place back on your inner thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs.
He stuttered out a swear as you suddenly reached for his belt, fingers accidentally brushing against the growing bulge in his jeans.
Throughout the extended emotions of lust, a sudden wave of nausea hit you, light ringing sounding in your ears. You could tell he felt it too, eyes darting to where it was seemingly coming from.
He quickly got up before falling right back to his knees, the concrete impacting his slightly ripped jeans. The feeling is oh so familiar, but in the worst possible way.
It's the only familiarity that you want to shrivel up and stomp on again and again. Your eyes seemed to spin, the visual blur of concrete walls and a sickening suit haunting you.
A singular word seemed to snap you out of your trance, eyes still conflicting.
