A Woman Without Love

-Chapter 5-

Song:

Talia

 The scent of sandalwood and cinnamon in gulfed me. Dragging my nails on Nicholas chest, moving my hips on his harden dick. Loving the power I hold over him at this moment.

We were just playing together but, now the sexual-tension is like a high making me want more.

Looking down at Nicholas, seeing the lust in his eyes mixed with something else. His hands holding my waist tightly as if he's trying to ground himself. Keeping my eyes on him, studying him, feeling is chest rise and fall under my hands.

Heat on my back, shocking me, hands creeping around me. 

I nearly forgot about Killian. Nearly.

Feeling Killian's breath on my neck, "What are you doing?" He says in my ear. His hands creeping up to my breast, causing me to catch my breath. Pausing any movement on Nicholas lap.

"We were just playing, and-" the words catching in my throat from Nic bucking his hips into my core making me gasp, refocusing on him once more.

Killian hands still roaming my body, slowly moving closer to my breast.

His hands, their touches are becoming like drugs. 

The only sound I hear is Nicholas and Killian's breathing, almost in sync with one another. Oddly enough it makes things so much hotter?

"I have your clothes" Killian says, backing away from me. The cold air hits my back before I know what's going on, looking back to Killian moving away from us as if he realise what he's doing.

Looking around seeing that Killian left the clothes on the coffee table before walking to his room?

Feeling Nic sit up from his position, still holding onto me like he would lose me.

"You smell so good", He says into my skin. The heat from his breath sent goose bumps on my skin.

His mouth is so close to me, I feel like I'm about to lose my mind. Everything is going so fast, but it feels so good.

"Did you something to eat?" a voice said bring me out of my thoughts and also noicing the heat from Nic is gone.

Look into his lustful eyes, the messy bed-head hair, the wrinkled shirt, everything about him would ruin me. I just can't find it in myself to care.

"Um, yea, that sounds nice" I say back, keeping my eyes on his face opposed to checking him out and getting off his lap to stand.

"I'll go get Killian to fix us something, I suck at cooking and being a host. I could've asked if you wanted something earlier, but...." he trails off with tinted checks looking around the room. 

Is he embarrassed by what we did? Did he not like it, like I did? Did I make him uncomfortable, maybe I was too heavy for him.

Casting my eyes down in embarrassment as well. "I should take my leave now, it has been a night for the three of us" I mumbled.

"What?" Nic says in surprise? "Why would I want you to leave, I thought we were having a good time, and I really do want to get know you better" he says quickly.

"I want to get know you better too, but I thought you was embarrassed by what we did and I didn't want you feel more uncomfortable."

"Oh Talia, I wasn't embarrassed by what we did, I was more at a lost of words.." He says sincerely, "I didn't hate nor felt uncomfortable by what we did or how we ended up. I should be asking you that."

He cares about what I think? He cares about how I feel?

"I..It was nice. You felt so warm." I say quietly, hoping he didn't hear me. Feeling the heat on my checks makes it no better.

He bellows in laughter, "I'm warm?" his eye swimming with amusement making me blush harder.

"Yea, warm. Like a heater." I said a little louder but not looking into his eyes.

A/N

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.............

It has been a long whilllllllle since I've wrote something, and I'm ngl I forgot about this book but when I did think about the book there were not creative energy flowing so I gotta work on that. 

Who knew writing a book would take a piece of your soul with you???? Cuz i didn't :D

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