Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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6 Nov
As a shot of espresso She races through my veins As a shot of espresso It's my body over which she reins
Because she fills it with energy Refreshes my state of mind As a shot of espresso A thrilling emotion she leaves behind
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Red lips.
Her red lips.
They've invaded my mind more than I'd like to admit over the past 36 hours. More than I want. In fact, I'd rather have them not occupy my mind at all.
It's as if they left behind their firefighter-red-colored mark on my thoughts without ever touching my skin. Yet no matter how far I run, how many punches I deliver to the punching bag, or how many laps of the motocross circuit I do, the stain doesn't fade.
I don't know what came over me in that moment except for the fact I know I couldn't tear away my eyes from her. I couldn't stop staring at her lush lips and wonder what they would feel like against mine.
It was an accumulation of factors that set fire to my raging desire. Her caring gestures, her teasing comments, her flower dress that accentuated her beautiful curves perfectly, her hidden tattoo, her Egyptian blue eyes, her red lips. It was all those factors combined that led me to impulsively act on my lust.
Exploratively, I had let my fingers brush over her bare skin, silently testing the waters of consent. Her lips had parted, her breath had hitched, and her hands had gently slid up my arms to my shoulders. I had searched her eyes, innocent yet alluring, for signs she wanted to step away. Instead of doing so, she had taken a step forward, entering the space between my legs, and bringing along the soothing aroma of vanilla. Everything was slow, and even though my previous one-night stands could never be described as slow, the pace didn't feel wrong. If she wanted slow, I'd give her the most sluggish version of slow. I didn't care because those red lips had me in a trance.
And then she giggled, and for a second my mind blanked because every concept of taking things slow dissolved under the enticing sound of her little outburst of joy.
It's all those factors that have been haunting my brain. Involuntarily. Unwillingly. Unwelcomingly.
It was supposed to be one night. One moment of attraction that could be extended to one night. Perhaps a morning.
It wasn't supposed to be an image, a craving, that intrudes on my thoughts and disrupts my concentration whenever it likes.
I'm positive it's the concept of 'almost' that's the cause of it. The unattainable. The anticipation that rooted itself inside my chest and was ripped away by Nala's cock-blocking behavior.
