Kingdom of Lies

Chapter 16

Seeing Mamma Mia today and am currently blasting their playlist... anyone else?

Ily all so much, you guys are too nice Xx

Y'all ready?

LEGGO.

The taste of his lips against mine after nine days made my knees go weak and I almost collapse.
His arms are around me in an instant, his embrace woven tighter and stronger than I remember, they hold me against him.
My hands are circled tightly around his neck, refusing to put even an inch of space between us.

His groans are low, and I can feel them in every part of me as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, barely noticing as my black slip rides up to my waist.

His hands travel up my thighs, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
Jace takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and I gasp at the sting and the slight taste of copper.

I flinch away, but he draws me back in easily, kissing me urgently.
I breathe in the scent of him, though it's not familiar.
I don't smell the intoxicating mix of musk and soap that usually envelops me whenever he's near, and all that's on him is the faint smell of the rough canvas of his clothes.

I welcome it anyways, too caught up in in feeling him under my hands for the first time in over a week to care about such silly things.
All that matters is that he's here.
He's here and he's kissing me like he can't get enough.

I don't realise Jace is walking until he's practically tossing me onto the cold bed.
I gasp in surprise, but barely have time to blink before he's on me again.
He's too overwhelming, the feeling of him so close, too much to take.
I take it anyways, because all of him is better than nothing.

His fingers are all over me, hot and greedy. His body moves against mine jerkily, rusty, as if he's out of practice.
Not letting that stop me, I fling my arms around his neck and draw him in. His hair is rough underneath my fingertips, his skin dry.
Jace's hand grasps the underside of my knee, pulling it around his hip.

His skin is cool underneath my fingertips, practically unresponsive to my touch as compared to before.
Jace's arms leave me for a split second as he unbuttons the rough material of his shirt before returning to me.
Sighing into his mouth, I arch into the touch of his hands, one forcing itself into my hair and the other dragging its way over the curve of my breast to my throat.
His fingers brush against the hollow of my throat, lightly grasping my neck.
I jerk back a bit, surprised by his sudden forwardness.
Since when was he into this?

Suddenly his lips turn sour and his heat disappears.
All I can feel now is the steadily increasing pressure of his fingers, choking off my breathing.

My eyes fly open, looking up desperately at Jace.
His face is blank, sallow and sunken with his cheekbones jutting out sharply.
His eyes are empty, the kind of eyes a dead man would have.

"Jace, I-I can't... I can't breathe." I choke out a whisper, my body jerking underneath his crushing weight.
My fingers claw uselessly at his chest, though I can barely see them through the black spots in my vision.
I look up desperately once more at Jace, begging him to stop.
I can feel my lungs screaming at me, screaming for release.

My coughs have stopped, I raise a weak hand and grasp Jace's face with whatever strength I have left.
I beg him with my eyes, but his returning gaze is flat.

Only then do I see my hands, right before my vision goes black.
They're covered in blood.

                         ~ .o.O.o. ~