Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 27.

With a mind as corrupted as mine, eclipse eyes gazing solemnly upon the mirror in front of me, I repented. I repented, a born again sinner.

I am sin, sin in it's purest form, sin in its rawest form setting fire ablaze into my heart. Strings of beads clenched against trembling hands, sinful thoughts mellowed further into the endless abyss of my subconscious.

The feel of her chaste garment on my calloused fingerprints engraved a memory in to the cabinet of my thoughts. The scent of vanilla basked around her fascinating silhouette tingled against the hairs in my flared nostrils. Her eyes, starry with undesired sensuality, the warmth of her breathe bathed with strawberry colliding with mine, the short pants of air as bosomed chest rose against each inhale.

The memories....evil, unsolved, brutal!

Leaving me with a bout of wishful thinking as my teeth sunk deeper into plump lips.  Lust scorched every pore of my contrasting skin , like an inferno devouring a sea of hay. I had her on my hands' grasp before our moment was cut short.

Teresa...

What it would be like to cover her in my most unadulterated form, our skins pressed against each other, no garment between, our limbs a tangled web of pleasure. What it would be like to explore the hidden possibilities that stood between our unrequited love. Teeth nibbling through fair skin, leaving bite marks in its wake, her delicate fingers dug deeper, crashing against the hardness of my scalp....the only pain we'd both share.

Fingers encircling the walls of her hidden pleasure, awakening parts of her brain she didn't even know she had. Inviting the delightful sin as we bore ourselves through meadows of sexual fantasies. Both hungry and searching for the sweetness of the peak of an orgasm, panting, a symphony of moans tearing through the fabric of satisfaction.

I'd touch her mind with my dangerous thoughts, leaving her with a shy obscene smile dancing against glossy lips.

A loud knock upon the wooden surface of my bedroom door startled me, my thoughts reeled back to my harsh present events. The present where my inner voice subjected me into another vortex of indefinite criticism, anger and remorse. The inner critic in my head reprimanding me for yesterday's events.

A painful flashback of what had happened between Teresa and I.

Another knock was proceeded with a twist of the stone cold doorknob before the head of Aaron poked in through the crevice of the space created.

" Are you...okay?" His voice was soft, cautious and I refused to look his way , eyes gazing at my disorganized desk.

Silence stretched far and beyond, the distance ticking of the wall clock above my desk echoing through the tense atmosphere.

" I noticed that you didn't go to school today," He went on and the subtle sound of a creaking floorboard was heard and his footsteps approached me. " are you okay? Sick or anything?"

Out of instinct, I felt the warmth of his palm against my forehead as if checking for a fever but I didn't flinch nor did I answer back. My throat choked with anger, anger that was pushed towards myself. I was angry with myself for touching her like that. I watched as my image tarnished once again in her presence. There's no coming back from that audacious act.

" Levi?" A desperate Aaron called again but this time, I was brave enough to talk.

" Was she at school today?" My voice came out raspy and hoarse from a lack of use.

" Who, Tanya?"

" Teresa,"

That ushered in an unwelcomed silence, the air shifting from tension to an uncomfortable atmosphere. Be it the prolonged silence that stretched between us or the wave of awkwardness that seemed to dance in the atmosphere, I could tell Aaron was surprised by my asking.