the Devil and the Sea

23| BBQ: Burning flame

Of all the scenarios that came to my mind, this turns out to be the best. Vincent's lips slide over mine, his tongue sinking deeper into my mouth. It literally consumes me. Goosebumps run down my skin. Deep inside my chest, I feel a burning flame.

Vincent's mouth takes over mine: determined, hot, demanding.

He really is kissing me.

Hell yes!

At this point, my mind can say anything: my feelings have taken over.

The feeling of his lips against mine is incomparable. Not even comparable to what I imagined. The anticipation heightened the pleasure. I've been patiently waiting for this kiss since the day Vincent met me on the beach. A month or so have I waited, but it feels like my whole life. This kiss is worth waiting for a lifetime.

How the hell did I survive without kissing him before?

"This kiss is worth doing behind Ricky's back," my demon whispers.

How I hate myself.

I press closer to Vincent, his tongue touching my lower lip, and I respond with the same intensity.

Ricky...sorry.

I want to kiss Vincent until I choke. It's a fucking crime that he hasn't kissed me all this time.

Vincent's arms pull me tighter. The touch of his fingers on my skin accelerates the pulse and knocks my breath. Makes me want more. They make me want him.

I allow myself to enjoy the touch of his hands, knowing in advance how those same hands will repel me. If I can take a piece of Vincent's heart, I won't refuse it for anything.

Vincent pulls me closer to him and breaks down the barriers in my head. This kiss is so deep. So strong. This is an invitation to a part of him I didn't even know existed.

Vincent is not as clean as he seemed.

Now this cold guy with an absent look has become the embodiment of passion and lust. That's how I like him more.

I dissolve in his hands, I literally drown in him. For a second, the image of us being caught by someone flickers in my mind. But it's pointless: in order to stop me or even make me want to stop, they will have to kill me.

Vincent lowers his hands, runs them down my waist, his palms sliding down my buttocks.

Everything in the world fades into the background, only these lips that torment mine remain; I feel a body that longs to merge with mine.

What kind of correctness can we expect when there is such chemistry between us?

And yet, which of us is more frivolous? What will Vincent think of me now?

I push him away.

"We shouldn't do that." I whisper and try to catch my breath. "I have a boyfriend and you have a girlfriend." My reminder sounds strange because I am breathing heavily from excitement.

Vincent, without wasting a second, pulls me in and kisses me again.

"I don't want to stop." He whispers into my mouth.

Damn lord!

His right hand slides smoothly to the back of my head, while his left hand moves down to my lower back. He slowly explores my mouth as if he plans to keep me here for the rest of the night.

Legs become wadded.

Vincent acts confidently, like a predator seducing his prey, and I feel dizzy.

To hell with the rules! I want to sink my teeth into him and tear him apart. I want him.