Crimson Carnality

part 2

"I don't believe you", I whispered back to him. It was a full lie that he could easily see through. I believed him full heartedly, and I just wanted him to prove me wrong. I wanted him to fulfill the fantasies being conjured in my mind with each touch of his. Damien's brow raised slightly in surprise, a sly smirk now on his face. He leaned into my body, using his lips to trace along the nape of my neck. I felt him leave a trail of goosebumps as he kissed up to my earlobe. My head leaned back, letting Damien kiss along my soft jawline. He let go of my waist, trailing his hand down my thigh and letting his fingers slide underneath of my dress. My breathe hitched now that his lips hovered over mine, tantalizing me. I was overwhelmed with desire for Damien. I had to close the gap between us. His lips were cool against mine, a contrast to the heat that surged through my body. The kiss started slow, exploratory. I savored every second, every taste. 

Damiens fingers continued to explore up my dress. I felt my panties slowly slide down my thighs, past my knees, and falling around my ankles. They were of no use to me either way, Damien had made me wet right through them. He used his fingers to enter me, making sure to gently go to the base of his knuckles. I melted into him, my hands running through his long, dark hair. I instinctively pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Damien took his other hand off of the wall to grab my leg and effortlessly held it up to his waist. I wrapped my leg around his body. He could easily work his fingers in and out of me much deeper now. I couldn't help but to let out soft exhales in between our passionate kissing. It was becoming harder to keep myself from getting louder. Damien pulled away just enough to gravelly mutter against my shaking lips. "I don't want you to hold back from me. I want this entire building to know that you're mine".

His lips began to wander back down to my neck as his fingers moved faster. I moaned out into the darkness in between heavy breathes with each thrust inside of me. My voice began to echo down the hallway but I didn't care. He was right, I wanted everyone to know that my body was in his possession. Damien kissed on my neck with a deeper passion, letting his lips linger on my skin. I felt my body tensing up and starting to squirm, his touch driving me to climax. My toes curled as I moaned out even louder than before. I had succumbed to him entirely, dripping down his fingers and the palm of his hand. Damien bared his teeth, faintly running them along my neck. He pulled away from my neck with a hast, looking into my eyes. He inspected me with caution, making sure I was alright. I was euphoric. I laid there against the wall with my leg still wrapped around his body. My breathing was finally starting to return to normal. He slowly let go of me, taking a step back. "I shouldn't have done that", he spoke with an sudden sternness.

My brow furrowed. I took a step towards him, trying to console him, but Damien took another step back away from me. I didn't understand why he would just change in an instant. "It's very hard to resist you, but it's dangerous. I'm sorry Elara". Damien walked down the hallway and through the doors he had earlier led me through. I stared at the door in disbelief for a moment before swiftly following Damien. I opened the doors, and there was nothing but the same black hallway as before. Everyone that had been there previously had left for the night. The dim lightbulbs were now switched to a warm light. I could see the black paint on the walls and I could see if Damien were simply hiding within the shadows of the hallway. But he was gone. I didn't understand how he could be gone so quickly. 

There wasn't a stranger on the road or in the streets that night on my way home. It solidified my aching loneliness and leftover desire for closure. Meeting Damien felt more like a fever dream than a chance encounter. I couldn't shake his face out of my mind. I couldn't shake off how he made me feel. After I arrived home, a hot shower was in order to clear my train of thought. It was futile. As I let the water hit my lower back, all I could think about was Damien running his thumb back and forth in comfort. A soft sigh escaped my lips. I turned around, letting the water run down the front of my body in an effort to not think about him. I leaned against the shower wall. Its cool tiles felt nice on my skin. I thought about how Damien had me against the wall of the hallway not even an hour ago. My hands slowly ran over my dripping wet breasts. I began to cup them, squeezing them gingerly. I gently pinched my nipple before massaging it in between my index and thumb. My head leaned back as I closed my eyes. I propped my leg up on the shower wall in front of me, trailing my other hand down my sinuous body. I couldn't help but think of Damien. How he had me squirming and moaning out into the darkness without a care.

The water hitting the shower floor could not drown out my moaning. I could envision Damien's sinewy body against me. His whispers of praise in between kisses on my neck made my thighs quiver. "You take it so well, you're such a good girl for me". His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. "Give me another mess to clean up". His dark eyes studying my flushed face, licking his lips, yearning for me to finish. But before I could, there was an abrupt interruption. A booming thud coming from my bedroom. I froze in place for a moment before slowly reaching over to turn the water off. I wrapped myself up in a towel and stood beside the bathroom door, trying to pick up any additional nuances. After a few long anxious seconds, I could hear shuffling and slight thuds coming from my bedroom. My heart dropped. I lived by myself on the third floor in my complex without roommates or pets. My eyes darted around the bathroom, trying to find anything that could be dubbed as a weapon. I felt this internal clock running out. If I didn't find something now, it would be too late.

I frantically grabbed the toilet plunger and slowly opened my bathroom door. The creak of the door followed by the slithering steam from the shower filled the dead air. I slowly crept down the hallway, stopping right at the bedroom door. It was still cracked open, right where I left it before my shower. The crack allowed me to see only the bed. My nightgown was still laid in the same spot. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, it had been an eventful night. I reached out for the doorknob but my body locked up inches from it. There was a shadow of a body moving along the side of my mattress. I was not alone. I pulled my trembling hand away from the doorknob, taking a quiet exhale to myself. It took every ounce of courage deep inside of me to enter the bedroom. Without thinking, I kicked the door wide open. I entered the bedroom with the toilet plunger raised above my head. But I could never be prepared for what I saw. It was Damien. He had one leg hanging out of my window, looking like he was trying to escape. I didn't even feel the toilet plunger sliding out of my hand and onto the floor. All I could do was stare at him in pure disbelief. He stared back at me with eyes of sorrow. Damien cautiously took his leg out of the window, standing in my room. "You deserve an explanation. A long proper one".