His Personified Chaos

chapter 17 preview

~Devaditya~

It's been half an hour, I'm staring myself in the mirror. My lips are still vibrant, tinted in her lipstick.
        I don't know what took over me, the only thing I could see at that moment was her, everything except her was a blur. Her lips was what I craved, i desired for.
       I needed her badly. The taste of her soft lips is still lingering on my mouth. It was of something sweet with a hint of spiciness.

The musk and cinnamon again showed it's effect. My brain fogs at her smell. I want her. I need her. Desperately.
            When she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and pulled me closer i wanted nothing else but her. Her underneath me. Begging for me.

She even tilted her chin for me to have better access. To deepen the kiss.
     My cock's aching for a while, thinking about her gave me an erection. Once I wondered how to shut her pretty mouth. Now I think I have an option.
         A low moan escapes my mouth as i image her in front of me, in her knees, sucking my cock. Shutting her mouth and taking it like a good girl.

Fuck.

This feeling is sort of familiar to me, as if I'm falling. Falling in a dungeon, similar to the one I've been in a lot of times.
                The dungeon of my weakness. The one from which I struggle to get out. The one in which my blood curdles, dread drowns me into an unending pool of darkness, black deluges my surroundings. The uneasy uncanny familiar feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed me.

I cannot be seen vulnerable, i cannot be seen in my weak state, i cannot afford weakness. Not infront of the world.

I need to avoid any of the weak spots, nevertheless a person that makes me weak. I'm just two steps away from my goal. I can't let it break now. No way. I need to avoid distractions. Avoid her.

She, somehow or the other has become my weakness. The one that makes me break my poise. Makes me wanna be fragile, makes me want her.
          Trisha Thakur has become my weakness. And I need to avoid her.

~♡~