Innocence Lost (Negan x OC)

leaving

His lips moved against mine roughly. He was yearning for me just as much as I was for him. The peppermint invaded my senses, leaving me dizzy and lightheaded. This was wrong. I couldn't do this right now. I couldn't.

"Negan." I mumbled against his mouth. He didn't seem to hear me as he moved from my lips to my jaw. The kisses he left on my skin left me breathless. What was it about him that was so intoxicating right now? He had made me forget about everything I came here for. He was my drug. I came here for a fix and I needed to admit that to myself.

He had me pushed back up against the wall, his larger frame trapping mine dangerously. I had been in this situation many times with him, each time more invigorating than the last. His large hand moved down my body. Rough fingertips collided with the fabric of my clothing until he grasped my thigh. He brought my leg up so that it was halfway wrapped around his hip and my other one planted on the ground.

A gasp escaped my already parted lips when he put his leg on my center, moving it in circular motions. The fabric of the jeans was starting to annoy me and I wanted everything off. I wanted to strip down and let him have me. But I couldn't. That isn't what I should do.

"You have no idea how badly I've needed you, kitten. You're all I can think about. Your soft lips," He said as his thumb ran over my bottom lip, "Your smooth skin," He purred while bringing his fingertips to my neck, "the way you taste." He growled into my ear. My knees were starting to weaken. I would never understand the affect he had on me and the control he used.

My stomach erupted into flames when I felt his lips press against my neck.

"I-I can't..." I said breathlessly. It came out as a whisper instead of a demand like I intended it to. His hand was cupping the back of my neck while his lips pressed against my skin below my jaw. A whimper left my mouth when his teeth nipped at my skin, surely leaving a mark for anyone to see. Anyone meaning Rick.

I finally came back to reality when I remembered that I came here to tell him goodbye, not let his lips wander my skin like before. I couldn't do that anymore. That part of us was over. But was it?

I pressed my palms flat against his chest while pushing him away. The skin where his touch had been was burning like never before. His eyes were wild and confused as he looked at me questioningly. My legs almost gave out when his tongue swiped across his bottom lip like he use to do.

"This isn't what I came here for. I can't do this anymore." I said breathlessly. His face dropped and his eyes engulfed in flames.

"You can't do what?" He pushed me, knowing that I wouldn't say what this was out loud. My breath hitched in my throat when he started walking towards me again, trapping me like before against the wall.

"You know what I mean." I said sternly. The side of his mouth twitched and I could tell he wanted to smirk, but he held back.

"I'm not sure I do. Say it." He continued. My throat was dry as I swallowed.

I was silent after that. I didn't want to admit to myself that I knew this was going to happen. A little part of me back at the Hilltop knew that by coming here, I would fall to his seduction again like I always did. Carl had died not even four days ago. But that was the thing about this whole mess; Carl was the one that told me to keep this relationship. He all but told me that what I was doing with Negan wasn't disgusting or wrong. He told me I was making peace.

"I know that you can't leave me, baby. Admit it. You craved my touch. You missed the way I touched you and made you feel. I can see it in your eyes." Negan whispered, his face inches from mine. I was back against the wall again. His breaths were hitting my skin, leaving goosebumps where they touched. His tawny irises sparkled in the dim room, making the heat in my stomach expand. I watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and letting go slowly.