Burning Crimson

Chapter Seven

She moaned once and he pulled his own sweats down, wanting to taste her young blood, he lined himself up with her, he was in a nirvana of pleasure and lust, his lecherous behavior on this particular situation was radiating when he felt her nipples harden at the firm grasp of his big hands. She shut her eyes, not wanting to know he was the one giving her this sensation.

"I'm not going to fuck you, I changed my mind," he says and buckles his jeans back up, "your virginity will be mine soon enough and maybe you can actually look at me when I take it."

"What are you doing then?" She asked timidly and she sounded so distressed from him not wanting her in that way, she looked at him as his head leans down her body and he kisses her chest down to her abdomen, biting the skin. She watched his smile turn into a scary smirk.

"Open your legs, Colette." She cries and opens her legs, letting his head settle between her, it takes her by surprise when a wet warmth hits her clit, she almost cried from the feel of it all, boring her lip and fisting the sheets between her fingers.

"Go-okay fuck!" He laughed and continued as she cries loudly, forgetting the pain and hurt she feels and focusing on the pleasure he gave her, all thoughts of her own were thrown out the caged window. She finally matched Luna's written words with the feeling, she felt like she was Luna. Everything she felt was already written for her.

She cried when his tongue licks into her, between her lips, getting her wet and moist. It was difficult to not get aroused for her, all the hatred and negative emotions and thoughts that were dedicated for him, yeah those dissolved when he licked them away.

"Jesus, Colette, you're fucking leaking for this, you're so beautiful," he said and she wanted to look at him but she couldn't, she wanted to relish in this feeling of pure lust, the first time she ever felt this light, heavy and loud all at the same time.

"Oh my god!" She cried in wonton, over and over again.

"Funny, he has nothing to do with this," he hissed and lets his tongue take over, sucking and slurping her into ease of those thoughts. Ridding her of anxiety and anger towards him, it's her legs start to shake and she moans loudly, not letting the fears and she fell into the role of Luna, remembering what Luna wrote, the word that made her blush from head to toe.

"God, please," her legs shake rapidly on the sides of his face, she pleaded for release that felt like it was crushing her, her rib cage deflated quickly and inflated just as fast. Breathing through her nose and whining when his tongue circled her sensitive bud.

It was a quiet household and the only sounds the entire household could hear was her moaning and the ruling sound of his tongue hitting her soft spot, over and over again, dragging it over her until she finally almost hit her release.

"Colette, lift your legs up," he said and then he grabs her lower body and lifts her legs to fit around his shoulders, as his tongues pace quickens, her moans get louder until she cries and whines into Luna's old room, where no doubt, he had her in this same situation and that left a sour taste in her mouth, but she finally releases all she could for a fifteen year old, she moaned and he continued to lick at her until she went limp and started to pulsate around him, feeling like she could melt into a puddle of girl.

He laughed, setting her legs down, licking his mouth, looking at her. She was breathing harshly, still in a state of utopia and nirvana. He felt pain stab him in the heart when he seen Luna's old bed sheets, he sighed and walked away towards the door. And she falls asleep, not aware that feelings were sprouting and the hate over shadowed by lust in her life.

He stand by the door and watches her and his heart drops, thoughts of Luna, he missed her, his whole body aches for her, she made him trip into her spell and made him love her unconditionally until she left him with a broken heart not even three other girls could fix for him. He hoped that Colette would fix this for him, maybe she was.

"I don't know about you all but she's really loud, I had to touch myself to stop the ache," Lilac says when it's morning and everyone is at the table, she pours milk into a bowl of her coco puffs, due to her age, they always got her childish foods, like canned spaghetti in the shape of Spider-Man or Dora the Explorer. She didn't mind.

"Yeah, she was," Shawna said, her face is so sullen she may as well be half dead, the misery doesn't leave her bright coloured eyes. Adding spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee cup.

"You should give her time, both of you are so quick to judge," Jean says as she sips her blueberry tea, her personal favourite.

Harry had let them all out of their rooms early, he was too much of a coward to face Colette but he let her out after ten minutes of contemplating. She didn't look at him when he did, she walked past him and made her way into the kitchen and is bright red, it looks unattractive and so abnormal, she still felt his green eyes on her as she walked in to sit with the other girls.

"Have a fun night?" Lilac asks, her voice swimming with sarcasm, she smirks and shovels a spoon of coco puffs into her mouth.

"Shut up before I make you," Jean threatens, glaring at the younger girl. She clenched her fists tight.

"No, she should have a round of applause for her miraculous change of heart," she starts clapping, her eyes narrowed on Colette, the air couldn't be sliced with a knife, it was almost as hard as a rock when Harry walks in, his curly hair askew and his eyes drowsy and groggy, he felt the tension right away.

Colette is still red as she fixes herself a glass of orange juice and buttered toast, Harry sits down and Lilac looks at her bowl, cowering into herself. Shawna snarls at Colette when she sits beside her on the round table.

"So, good night?" Jean asks they all glare at her and all she does is laugh and finish her tea.

[note: lots of changes in this, please comment and let me know what you think of this version, what changes do you like and dislike?]