Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 12

Before we get into this story, I want to point out that this Chapter is longer than the rest because I didn't want to split the scene into two parts. That would be just cruel. So, I've made it into one long Chapter. Sorry if it's too long, but it had to happen. Thanks for understanding, and remember, you shine brighter than you think. -Shadowspirit <3

P.S. -I don't know if anyone has told you today yet, but you look absolutely magnificent, Cupcake -Nicholas

Chapter Song: The Death Of Piece Of Mind- Bad Omens

Monday- Afternoon

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"Shut the fuck up," I grit out through a clenched jaw.

"Don't you tell me to shut the fuck up, either you better make me-"

"I plan to, Little Flames," Interrupt her little tantrum. I crash my lips against hers, devouring the taste of the sweetness- sweet enough to be a devil as an angel.

Her lips are a prison that I never want to escape but instead explore. I dart my tongue against her barrier. She parts her lips, allowing access to the beyond, and to twist with her tongue.

As I unzip the two jackets -Augusts' and Charlottes' jacket- she's wearing, she reaches for my belt, pulling on it with a tease before she unbuckles it and slides it out with a quick, smooth move without breaking the kiss.

I'm honestly impressed she can hold this position for this long with my hand in her hair, pulling while bending her at a slight angle. Then again, she is pretty flexible.

The belt buckle clinks to the floor as she drops the belt, making me move faster. With her now exposed wet black long-sleeve shirt that sticks to her breasts and is tucked into her pants. I slide my hand down her abdomen until I reach the end of the shirt and enter her underwear. Her warmth greets my hand like a welcomed friend.

My Little Flames hasn't shaved, which is good because she doesn't expect anyone to explore down here, and the only person who should be down here is me.

Her breath hitches against my lips as I drag my hand through the tangled webs, sending a shiver through her body against my cold hand, and down to her soaping wetness. She's already wet for me. Practically soaking her underwear, begging for sweet relief.

"Sweet biscuits, your hand is cold-" She says against my lips. Before she could finish, she lets out a moan that trails away from her words and vibrates against my tongue as I press my callused thumb against her clit, running circles against it.

Did she just say sweet biscuits?

I slowly move my mouth from hers, running my thumb faster, and sliding a finger inside her soaking wetness, "Shh," I hush whisper against her lips, "As much as I would love to hear your moans, Little Flames, they can't hear you from the outside," My voice comes out in a deep whisper, lower than I expected from hearing her moans.

She abuses her lip as I slow down. She lets out an annoyed sigh when I go at a torturous pace, but then her hips start grinding against my hand automatically. Perfect. She's desperate for my hand.