Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Thirty Three

Always 

  Tom's grip tightened around her neck, desire and affection in his gaze, his fingers digging into her skin, a possessive glint in his eyes. "I can't let you go, Rosie," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Not again. You're mine."

  Rosalie felt torn, her heart racing as conflicting emotions surged within her. She couldn't deny the pull Tom still had over her, despite her efforts to move on with Daniel. "Tom, please," she pleaded, trying to pull away from his grasp. "Let me go. I can't do this anymore."

  But Tom's hold only grew stronger, his gaze unwavering as he looked into her eyes. "You're mine, Rosie," he repeated, his voice laced with determination. "You belong with me."

  Tears welled up in Rosalie's eyes as she struggled to comprehend the tangled web of emotions enveloping her. She loved Daniel, she truly did, but a part of her couldn't shake the lingering feelings she held for Tom.

  "Tom, I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I'm with Daniel now. I... I can't just leave him. He's good for me."

  But Tom's expression remained cold and unyielding. "I'm good for you."

  "But you're not! Look at me! Look at us! I know I'm precious to you but I'm just another one of your horcruxes- something you want to possess, not love! You want to keep me, Tommy, but you don't want to have me."

  "My soul is in yours, I feel as you do, I have never felt what I feel for you with anything else. If this is love then I want it because it brings me you."

  Rosalie couldn't hold it, she wanted to believe him, wanted to forget about her worries, but she knew the toxicity Tom brought wherever he went; she had learned to live with that, but what would stop him from doing something that hurt her again?

  "You're mine," he repeated, his grip tightening even further. "And you'll stay with me, whether you like it or not."

  Rosalie's heart sank as she realised the depth of her feelings for Tom, the conflicted emotions tearing her apart from within. She knew she should find a way to untangle herself from his grasp, but she didn't want to. She liked the danger, she longed for Tom's darkness.

  In the chilly night air, Rosalie's hands found their way to Tom's face, pulling his lips down onto hers with a fire Tom hadn't witnessed in a long time. Their breaths mingled, heating the cold atmosphere with their passion. 

  Tom surrendered completely to her touch, his grip on her neck loosening as he grasped her face, deepening the kiss with a hunger born of desire and possession. He leant into her, her head craning back to reach up to him.

  Their bodies pressed together, aching for more, as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment. Tom's touches grew more urgent, fuelled by possessive flames raging within him. With each caress, he sought to claim her completely, their souls entwining with every shared heartbeat. The taste of her tongue lingered in Tom's mouth and he savoured every drop, her mind going blank with one simple release of moral right and wrongs.

  Rosalie's fingers traced the contours of Tom's chest, momentarily breaking the kiss to catch her breath before succumbing to the undeniable pull between them once again. As Tom's hands crept under her dress, a shiver of anticipation coursed through her, moving her to cling to him with a desperate longing. She kissed him harder, as if trying to etch every moment into her memory, knowing deep down that if she was going to give in to temptation, she would make it count.

  Tom seized her waist, swiftly turning her against the wall and pressing into her back. She could feel the hardness of his body against hers, sending a shiver down her spine as his warm breath tickled her ear. A rush of anticipation flooded her senses, igniting a flame of desire within her.