Runnin' with the Devil

Desire

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*Starts a little spicy as a continuation of the end of the last chapter...but you will have to wait a bit longer for anything more, dear readers*
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Suddenly, the kisses ceased. Eddie's lips stayed close to your skin as he balled his fist over the collar of your shirt. His agonizingly slow journey up to your ear, paired with the gentle pulling on your shirt, only fueled the anticipation growing in your chest. Your hand dropped from his hair and rested on his shoulder as his warm breath caused you to shiver.

"How many times do I have to tell you to use your words pretty girl?"

He coaxed teasingly in your ear before the kisses resumed, now back on your jawline. The light tugging on your shirt continued, inadvertently causing every other kiss to be a bit rough. You mumbled something that not even you, yourself were sure were proper words; which caused Eddie to echo out another sly chuckle. You could feel the anticipation in your chest start to push itself into your stomach and begin to burn with a hint of desire.

"Tell me again...what made you so upset with Chrissy, hm?"

"Mine."

You mumbled, finally pushing out at least one coherent word. It was clear that Eddie wasn't quite satisfied with your meek answer as his kisses stopped again. You felt his breath trail down to that sweet spot on your neck before whimpering at the sensation of Eddie's teeth gently pressing into your skin once again. He planted a gentle kiss to the area as if to ease any pain that may have been caused before he trailed right back up to your ear.

"Speak up...don't be shy."

He coaxed once again as your grip on his shoulders tightened. The anticipation that was now in your stomach was only growing. It was practically clawing at your insides, aching for something—anything—that would fuel that desire that lingered thinly with the anticipation. Something that would completely replace that anticipation with the desire.

"You...are...mine."

You managed to whisper out, enunciating every single word to the best of your ability through your now slightly labored breathing. Eddie finally seemed pleased with this response as you were greeted with yet another chuckle. Quickly, he pulled back which snapped your gaze to his almost instantly.

"Good...see, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

He teased with a sly grin painted on his lips. The anticipation was starting to become frustrating. You kept your eyes locked with his, in silence, for a few moments before crashing your lips into his. Your hands slid up his shoulders and to his hair as you pressed yourself against him as much as you could. The hand on the collar of your shirt quickly released its grip and returned to its position on your hip.

Almost as soon as the hand met your hip again, you—as subtly as you could—rolled your hips into him. When you got no reaction to this movement, you repeated it, getting less subtle each time you did. Finally, you felt his grip tighten on your hips, slowing your movements. When he pulled away from your lips, you instinctively whined at the loss of contact before meeting his eyes. They held a sort of hunger behind them that enticed you as he cocked a brow at you.

"You're being so needy, sweetheart."

He teased in faux disappointment. By now, he completely stopped the movement of your hips, to which you wordlessly attempted to protest; a fruitless endeavor. Your gaze contorted into that of slight pleading as you continued your protest, pressing your hips against his grip to attempt to get him to loosen it. Quickly, his expression matched the faux disappointment that his tone had taken and you quickly attempted to find your words.

"Please."

Was all you managed to squeak out. Yet another sly chuckle rung out in your ears, a clear sign that, that wasn't enough for Eddie.