I stepped into the softly lit home, the warm glow wrapping around me like a blanket. The place was empty, with Marie's parents and siblings off trick-or-treating, leaving behind a deliciously eerie silence. My heart was still racing from the fucking adrenaline of that Halloween party we'd just left, the air thick with unspoken tension. The laughter and music still echoed in my ears, but my costume—this ridiculous getup—was starting to feel like a chokehold.
"Tonight was amazing," Marie said, her voice low and playful as she glided in behind me, breaking the charged silence.
"Yeah, amazing if you like dodging losers dressed as ghosts," I shot back, unable to tear my gaze away from her. She looked stunning in that devil costume, and I couldn't help but think about how I'd been craving this moment all day.
We stood close, the air crackling with a mix of anticipation and excitement. Marie took a small step forward, our bodies almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off her. "So... what now?" she asked, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"What now?" I echoed, leaning in just enough to close the space between us. "Now, we explore what it means to be together."
Marie's breath hitched as I pressed my lips to hers, the kiss igniting a fire that spread through me like a raging inferno. It started slow, a sweet mingling of our mouths, but the tension escalated quickly, shifting from innocent to insatiable. Marie's hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer, and I melted against her, my heart pounding like a drum.
We stumbled back into the living room, the soft cushions of the couch welcoming us as I pushed Marie down gently, my body hovering over hers. The sight of her beneath me, her eyes shining with anticipation and desire, made my heart race. I captured her lips again, this time with more urgency, tasting the sweetness of our longing.
Marie's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she kissed me back with equal fervor. I explored her mouth, losing myself in the warmth of her lips and the intoxicating way she responded to my touch. As our kisses deepened, I began to trail my kisses down her neck, savoring the soft, delicate skin beneath my lips. She let out a soft gasp, arching her back as I found that sensitive spot just below her ear, reveling in the sound.
"Dylan," she breathed, her voice thick with longing, as if begging for more.
I looked up to meet her gaze, desire swirling in her green eyes. "I want to make you feel even better," I murmured, my lips hovering just above her skin. "Is that okay?"
"Yes," she whispered, breathless, her eagerness evident in the way she gazed at me, a mixture of trust and need.
With her permission hanging in the air, I continued my descent, trailing kisses lower, savoring every inch of her. I could feel her shiver beneath my touch as I moved down to the collar of her costume, fingers deftly working to loosen it, revealing her soft skin to me.
"God, you're beautiful," I breathed, taking a moment to admire her. The sight of her illuminated in the warm light made my heart race with a heady mix of affection and lust.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip, a coy smile tugging at the corners. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice sultry, sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't help but chuckle, my nerves mingling with excitement as I leaned down, pressing kisses across her collarbone and down her chest. Each touch elicited soft sighs from her lips, fueling my desire further. I paused for a moment, catching her gaze. "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to rush anything."
She nodded, her expression filled with longing and resolve. "I want this, Dylan. I want you."
With that affirmation, I continued my exploration, trailing kisses down to her stomach. Her body quivered under my touch, and I could feel her hands gripping the fabric of the couch as I peppered kisses along her midriff. The scent of her skin was intoxicating, drawing me in deeper as I reached the hem of her costume.
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The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die (GirlXGirl)
Teen Fiction--- In the dead of night, Dylan stands on the edge of a bridge, her mind heavy with the pain she's carried for years. The world around her feels as distant and cold as the dark waters below-a mirror to the weight of her broken family and lingering s...
