The Darkest Obsession

Chapter 13

Brisha

I watched as she crumbled under me as if broken, but this was only the start to the madness that would begin. Her chest breathing heavy and sweat dripping her flushed face. The cold breeze left nothing lost to desire still making her nipples peak out. Her body exhausted and she felt dead as if taken advantage of the second time.

But she enjoyed this game of always making me chase her and I didn't hate it one bit. Lichelle was delicate and fell down on my shoulder and something that always held around me was protective behavior and I could wake her up and chuck her clothes back at her. Instead, my heart was beating a bit faster.

Her legs wrapped around me lightly, as my arms slowly twisted around her waist that she hated so much. I could feel the heat of her body that aroused me, but she couldn't take anymore. Due to both mental and physical exhaustion. I let my one hand drift away from her waist and gently caress her hair that sweat entangled in it.

My one arm holding her weight that she seemed so insecure about. I lift her head gently as my green gaze softened on her exhausted state, her almond eyes sleepy and half shut. Her lips all colors of amazing pink that my eye settled on for a while. I began to wipe her sweat out her face slowly with my knuckles. Moya Lisa looked at me with confusion even in her half-conscious state.

She really thought I was going to leave her here or take her back without having a chance to hold her. I chuckled watching my cheek caress her flushed caramel skin, cheeks that cupped easily against my palm. ''Beautiful...'' I said to myself in awe of her calmness and exhausted self.

My heart beats fast and I wish she could put her hand on my heart and question this feeling. Minus how painful my cock was, it was still getting turned on by her soft legs, scared with a bit of boil marks. But my heart beats like this cause of how her face looked in this moment after the heat, how she felt after the heat. It was about taking in the moon in her half-hooded eyes that had a few tears on them.

Her eyelashes taking in the light of the stars, and I can't help the oxygen that seemed to get stuck halfway in my throat. Admiration and adoration for this woman, I looked at. My thumb slowly caressing the bottom of the lip and rubs the little blood stain left from the knife. My mouth wanted something passionate and slower where I can worship my feelings in her mouth of wine.

''Moya Lisa, one kiss?'' I ask my eyes hooded on her body that had the moon pebbled in her sweat. I wondered if her small ears listened to me or not. My thumb caressing her beauty mark that was one her cheek bone. It was the thing that caught my attention the day she argued her marks.

Her lips swollen and bit parted as if she was asking me without a word, but I needed to hear her voice of confirmation. Lichelle meekly nodded with a low raspy voice, so soft I could feel her warm breath speak, ''Yes.''

My heart stopped and the cold breeze wrapping around us, seemed to stop for a minute, an hour and I do not care if it was the whole day. Nothing made my stomach rise underneath the cold armor I had woven and made.

My eyes locked on her drowsy, whispered eyes with eyelashes wiping of any sins that carved her tears. I breath slow and I can see her goosebumps lighten as I breath. I lean my face closer, as her legs weakly wrapped around my waist. I couldn't help but only let my warm lips brush her skin slightly. It was like the moment the church bells rang and even her breath was God's blessing.

I saw her eyes fully close, and I didn't want a kiss that interlocked the lips, I wanted that everlasting child's kiss that never ended. I let my lips press gently causing her to wince a little from the pain of the knife. It was gentle, my heart had its cardio for the day, as her lips open slightly, allowing my lips of nothing but sin to taste her gently.