Burning for her

Chapter 18

Clara

"How do you feel about me?" My breathing was heavy, for some reason instead of numbing my senses, the alcohol heightened them. Everywhere where her fingertips touched me felt like it was on fire.

"Let's get out of here." I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling Abigail off the chair she was sitting on.

The bruise on my lips was still sensitive, but I was sure I would manage. The need inside me to tell her how I feel about her, to worship her was maddening. She wasn't resisting the idea, letting me pull her after me.

I was planning on simply walking away, but for some reason Abigail thought she had to say goodbye to every one of them. I was standing on the side watching Abigail talk to the blonde girl and Hayley, who was still sitting in Lillian's lap.

"Your girlfriend is very pretty." Grace stopped next to me, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Don't you have a dominant to please?" I raised my eyebrows.

She just rolled her eyes at me. "You said you love her." She reminded me, not like I needed the reminder. My own words lived vividly in my mind

"Yeah." I nodded, not taking my eyes off my red head. Abbie spun around, facing me with a huge smile as she walked up to us.

"Are you ready to leave?" She reached out for my hand, playing with my fingers.

"Hm." I hummed, pulling her in by her hand. Her palm rested on my chest, lips hovering over mine. I dipped my head down, brushing my lips against hers softly. "So ready." I whispered, leaving a last peck on her lips.

"Good." She tangled our fingers and my heart left out a beat at the sight. Fuck, I'm so doomed. "Good night, Grace."

"Good night." She smiled back at her.

After a painfully long drive home, I was relieved when Abigail finally parked my car in my garage. The booze in my system slowly weared off, my feeling for her scaring me, sitting heavily on my chest.

We stood two feet away from each other in the elevator, the air buzzing between us. "Are you good?"Abigail looked up at me from the side. Her blue eyes burning my face.

I nodded silently, taking her hand and pulling her after me as I exited the elevator. "Shower?"

"Yes." She agreed. The silence in the room did not help the silence between us. I realized that Abigail may have felt like she was walking on eggshells around me in moments like this. There was a need in me to make it easier for her, but it was hard to do it without thinking about what was going on inside me.

I knew I had to tell her how I felt. I needed her to know that no matter how I felt about everything else, I felt strongly for her. Abigail had my heart. Fully. Completely.

"What are you thinking about?" She whispered gently, carefully, anxiously playing with her fingers as we stood on the two sides of the bathroom.

"You." I answered, closing the distance between us, giving in my desire to press my lips against hers. She softly kissed back, her palms on my cheeks. My hands slid to her back, searching for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down the length of her spine.

I stopped myself from doing what my body begged me to do. To push her against the sink, strip her out of her dress and see how fast I can get her over the edge. I stayed at my slow kisses, hoping that they could say what I was not able to form with words.

Her dress fell to the ground, leaving her in a matching underwear and garter belt. "Do you like it?" She asked, when I did not stop staring at her.

"Suddenly I'm sorry I'm planning to take things slow." I confessed. I couldn't help but imagine the way she would look like beneath me, whimpering moaning with my fingers buried deep inside her, while she was wearing the underwear and her heels. I imagined her ankles lock around my back with her high heels on as I fucked her until she was coming violently.