STOLEN SMILE

CATERINA

"You can't blame gravity for falling in love."

-Albert Einstein

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SHE DIDN'T LOOK UP AS I opened the door.

But she knew I was here.

She sat on the side of the bed with her elbows on her knees and her gaze on the floor. A dangerous haze permeated the air like tendrils of smoke. It felt as possessive as chains, looked like moonlight, and tasted like obsession.

Silver rays filtered through glass, illuminating her body but not her expression. Now that I was so close to her, breathing her air, feeling her presence that could effortlessly consume mine until I would cease to exist, the bravery that had brought me here disintegrated to dust.

My heartbeat tried to escape my throat, and an icy shiver ran through my blood, leaving my skin hot to the touch. I hadn't known it was possible to want something so much and to fear it in equal measure. Hesitation stopped my feet and tugged at my heart. Nonetheless, I suddenly knew that even if I chose to change my mind and turn around.....I wasn't getting out.

Every inch of my body burned as I walked toward her. Sensitive as freshly waxed skin, her pants felt abrasive against my inner thigh as I forced my leg between her slightly parted ones. She didn't look at me, nor did she widen her stance so I could step fully between her legs. My breaths and the drumming of my heart fluttered in the air before silence liquefied them.

I brushed a hand across her neck and into the thick hair at her nape. She let out a quiet, tense breath. A heady warmth poured off her upper part of the body, and I absorbed it like an addict. My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping a handful like I'd done days ago.

Feather-light, her hands skimmed up the backs of my thighs, and my pulse sparked like crackles in a fire. My breasts were bare beneath my shirt, heavy and tight so close to her face. She only had to lift her head to put her mouth on them, to relieve them of this pressure.

Her fingers grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it.

Something tugged on my stomach from the inside as the fiery heat of her palms burned through my skin. Every squeeze sent a thrum between my legs, settling into an empty ache. My breaths came out ragged and shallow while she remained silent, as though what she was doing deserved her full concentration.

The haze in the air began to thicken, to flare, to burn with every inhale.

My stomach tightened as her hands inched beneath my cotton shorts, teasing the curve of my cheeks with a touch I was beginning to believe was singular. Her palms slid under the hem and gripped two handfuls of my ass. A throaty sigh escaped as she kneaded the flesh. Tingles, hot and slick, pooled between my legs, and my fingers curled in her hair.

She found my thong and traced the cotton downward. My body hummed in anticipation, but right before she reached where I needed her, she tugged the fabric to the side and let it snap back in place. The movement brushed my clit and sent a sizzling sensation up my spine that knocked me off balance. When my other hand found her nape to catch myself, my short nails trailed down the back of her neck.

She shook her head to throw my touch off like she hated it, and a low growl sounded from deep in her chest. My hand dropped away. I didn't have time to weigh her reaction because her fingers slipped beneath my thong, sliding so low they brushed my back entrance before pausing. The touch was foreign to me, but I was so hot I found myself rolling my hips for friction.