• t w e n t y - s i x •

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•TWO YEARS AGO•
this is an apology for not updating for (exactly) 2 months

My hungry lips met his with a ferocity I didn't even know I was capable of having, my tongue fighting his in a delicate balance of hatred and love. The flames of his hot breath licking my exposed skin were enough to elicit a deep moan echoing from my chest. The alcohol burning through my veins had lit the fuse, but his teasing lips were inflaming my need into a wildfire. His chuckle vibrated against my skin, the sudden absence of his lips on my skin a torturous occurrence. I ran my fingers through his hair impatiently, pressing his face against my collarbone, tightening my embrace as his mouth sucked on my bone.

We were still straddled in his car, parked haphazardly in front of his mini-mansion, and his seatbelt was soon cutting into the little space between us.

"Is your dad home?" I whispered breathlessly into his ear.

"Probably not," he groaned, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door all in one swift move. With me still wrapped around his body, he slipped out of the car, kicking the door closed behind him.

The lust between us tensed as his body pressed against mine, a deep pang running from his body through mine. He pushed me up onto the car impatiently, my legs hanging off of his hood. His muscles were tense under my touch, the hard lines sending unintelligible feelings of pleasure through me.

"We need to get inside the house," I muttered softly, leaning away from his aggressive clutch.

"Yeah," he assented, his voice husky and low. Taking my hand gently, he led me back into his house, flipping random switches up until the entire house was lit with an eerie glow. His hands were immediately all over my body again, the desire reverberating between us inescapable and unstoppable. I was against his door in the matter of a few mere moments, and his leather jacket lay discarded on the floor, piled upon my heels. I was wrapped in his arms again, and he carried my all the way to his room, planting anything but gentle kisses on my body along the way.

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