Sorrow | 18+

40 Another impulse of yours

A song to listen to: 

Ma meilleure ennemie by Stromae & Pomme

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Vivienne

I craved for a touch, for another human to trace my skin. In my life only maman and Zara had ever hugged me before Zero appeared. I didn't realize how I had gotten used to his skin against mine until I lost it. How deprived I had been my whole life.

My lips only traced his as I leaned closer. He didn't see it coming as his eyes were firmly shut. The moment he felt me, he started to burn. His hands grabbed my hips so powerfully it had to be bruising. His lips were not allowing me to retreat. His body pressed me tightly against the counter. A fraction of a second it took for him to react to the kiss I initiated.

It was intoxicating. He tasted better than I remembered. He moved against me greedier than ever. He was what I had been chasing for. His touch was the thing I had been looking for. A cruel destiny. Everyone who had touched me after him, it was nothing compared to this. The way he pulled my feelings out of my heart, he triggered them and a tiniest brush was too intense. My body was betraying me. Why couldn't I feel like this with others? How much easier it would have been to deny his touch. It wasn't even about lust or sex. I realised those were meaningless when he just held me.

At this moment, he wasn't gentle or sweet. He was ruthless, knowing this was a moment he might lose soon. So he took it as eagerly as I did. He wanted to imprint my touch on his skin. Suddenly I was lifted up on the counter, my legs opened for him to step between them. He flushed me closer. I feared, or hoped, he would tear the pink and too thin nightgown I was wearing to really dig into my skin.

He didn't break the kiss as he moved our position. The lingering entered my mouth as his tongue peeled my lips open for him. A part of my brain screamed for me to push him away, not fall as a prey in his arms. The waves of sugar drowned those impulsives, dulling the smart voices of mine. As he broke the kiss finally, I wasn't brave enough to open my eyes. It would destroy the moment. My desperate inhales turned to soft moans as his lips sucked my neck, leaving marks I bet would be coloured deep from his obsession.

He returned, kissing me, even hungrier. His hands circled my waist and mine grabbed the edge of the counter, so I would not fall over to the void. I hadn't lost myself like this to another person in ages. The seconds, maybe minutes passed. A flash of memory tormented my mind. It wasn't the first time I was sitting on this exact counter with Zero's possessiveness looming over me.

The moans, the screams, the pressure returned to me. The way he had cherished me. The way he had smirked when he had railed me on this fucking counter. I had not cared back then if somebody had entered as he had flipped me skirt up, entered me behind and made me gasp against the counter top. I wanted to recreate it. I would have recreated it.

"OH FUCK", a screaming voice pierced my ears. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt", Remi was so familiar and irritating exactly like from the past. His spectacular timing of walking in on us never missed. I snapped out of my hormone fueled state or whatever brain malfunction I could blame for the kiss.

My eyes opened and Zero's gaze wasn't hiding the maniac in him. His dark eyes nailed me on the spot as I catched my breath. I was in trouble. Or maybe Remi was. It took a long time for him to register. I could see that Zero's mind was whirling, not understanding which world we were living in. I jumped off the counter, to escape him.

Zero snatched my wrist and then his head turned. I wasn't sure if Remi was smiling or cringing or what was going on. His wavy perm covered his eyes slightly and his lips were curled up in a weird way. The moment he saw the feral look of his brother, Remiel Liu bolted like he had seen the monster of his nightmares. He fucking yelped slightly when his heavy footsteps ran away from the kitchen.