BLACK ROSE

Split second to a magical reality

Ashley. 

I can't hold it in anymore.

The way his tongue is moving, the circling motions of the muscle, it's all making it impossible for me to stay quiet. Fingers or tongue, or his little friend, it doesn't matter. They all have the same effect on me – I'm sent to heaven. Or to a place similar to heaven, to a paradise I don't want to return from.

The moan leaves my lips.

It pushes itself through my gritted teeth, from the very back of my throat, if not from the bottom of my core.

This isn't right, it's wrong. It's so wrong in all ways possible, yet it feels so damn good. I want to stop it, but I don't. I can't. At this moment, my worries don't matter. The only thing that matters is Alex kneeling before me and his tongue doing wonders to my lady parts.

My fingers tangle in his white hair. Under the dim light bulb it looks silver, almost platinum. Like the moonlight on the surface of the ocean. Gleaming at night. Beautiful but dangerous.

His eyes look up at me. Those sparks of fire burning in them, the desire burning me alive. I'm surprised I haven't caught on fire yet. Those ocean blue eyes piercing through mine, through my soul and setting me on fire.

I want to bring those lips up to mine, but I let him continue. The pleasure is too much to bear.

"Keep quiet, angel."

If his tongue and fingers wouldn't be providing me so much pleasure I would snap back at him. Seconds blend into each other and I lose track of time. Whatever perception of time I had before has completely vanished from my system. There's almost nothing left in my brain. Every thought belongs to Alex.

Why does it feel so good?

He finally allows me to release the liquids fighting their way out every time he touches me. The orgasms his touch gives me are insane. The precision of his motions, the determination in his actions. The certainty in everything he does. And the cockiness. Oh the cockiness....

With a smirk he rises back to his feet, his body pressed against mine and his face dangerously close to mine.

This time I pull close, connecting our lips again. I hate to show him how needy I am. It kills me to admit what he does to me. It kills me showing my weaknesses and it kills me allowing him to do the wonderful things he does to me.

But I can't help myself.

He has put a curse on me.

I wish this moment would last longer. I wish his lips would keep mine company longer.

When he pulls away and the chill air brushes my skin, I feel gloomy in a strange way. As he takes a step back, his eyes never leave mine, I realise why.

His words cut me deep and left a mark. A mark of reality I knew all along, but decided to avoid. Sooner or later he'd tell me, show the real colours. I was foolish to wish for something more. I was foolish to hope.

Though I'm so furious at him, and myself, I can't break eye contact. It's like a stare down contest, neither of us wanting to lose.

Only when Ace's voice reaches my ears am I suddenly brought back to reality and realise what we actually did. Alex doesn't pull away, instead he kisses me deeper. As if wishing for his moment to last longer too.

And that stirs the foolish, dangerous hope again.

And so I break the kiss.

When his blue eyes meet mine again, I lose all senses again. Unable to decipher the million messages in them, I kiss him back one last time and watch him walk away.