The truth about August

Twenty Eight

His soft lips moved down to mine in a tender motion. They were warm and nice and before I could even close my eyes, my own lips were already welcoming their presence. I gasped as I felt his mouth enclosing mine, making my limbs melt, my body shake and my eyes flutter shut.

He kissed me slowly, tasting me, trying me. Then I kissed him, feeling how his mouth melted like the sweetest of chocolates onto my own. Suddenly the pressure I previously felt on my hands was not there anymore. Instead I felt the tingles of his rough, enchanting fingers gliding through mine, his body pressing itself on my body sensually, not even giving me space to meet him halfway, already caging me onto the wall like he simply needed to feel every single inch of me. It was instinctive, it was soft but at the same time overwhelming.

August was kissing me?

I was perplexed, my brain had been shut down momentarily, my body reacting to him like I had no choice in the matter. I was in complete mercy. But for some reason I snapped back to reality... kind of. My ego pulsated through me, the anger I accumulated from the previous discussion was still present even if the bigger part of me was already lost under the spell of his hazardous lips.

I fisted my hands on his fingers "You fucking ass!" I managed to pronounce before his mouth came down to suck the words from mine. My lips let go of a small whimper, and he managed to make my hands lose strength and fall down to his neck and hair, defeated. I inhaled deeply, trying to regain composure, but then his manly scent flooded my senses, intoxicating me like I had never been before. I felt even more weak.

I could feel myself succumb to him with every kiss he placed on my mouth, with each touch of his hands. I was just about to send it all to hell when I remembered he just implied I was a traitor. My hands pushed him enough for words to be pronounced. "You're the most intolerable-" His delicious lips engulfed mine again, shutting me up for a second. "I can't-" Kiss. "Stand you!" He kissed me again, his tongue slipping through my lips — pushing through my thoughts. His hands, my goodness; they dropped down to my waist, pulling me and pressing my core even harder onto him.

I could feel my body becoming liquid, I could feel myself morphing onto his hard silhouette. The taste of his sweet lips, the feel of his rough hands on me, the husky smell of his skin, the way his breathing sounded like he was a beast desperately trying to hold back from devouring me.
Although, I wouldn't have minded. I was kissing the devil in Heaven, and nothing had ever felt so good.

His enormous hands slid down from my waist, to my hips, and I braced myself as he felt me all the way down to my bum, slowly but tightly, lingering there for a second, touching me as if his life depended on it. He made a small grunt when my nails scratched his scalp and my teeth dug themselves on his lip. Suddenly I was not standing anymore, I was being lifted up and the force with which I had been moved made me gasp and wrap my arms around his neck.

He practically tossed me onto the small table, pushing everything off it, like that one scene on Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I heard my cat meow when a squishy sound hit the floor, probably his favorite mouse toy which I had given him before leaving. I almost protested until August's lips were back on mine, sloppily taking what I had to give, making a foggy mess out of my mind. I couldn't bear it, I pulled him to me with all the forces on my body, legs wrapping around his waist, hands bringing him closer to me. I was losing my mind and I was pretty sure he had already lost it.

Right then, an animalistic grunt echoed from within the beastly man, his hips thrusting onto mine making me hum in approval, my body tremble. I had no doubt he had lost it.

I was breathing him, feeling him, tasting him, desiring him in every way. I felt powerful and powerless. Every time a delicious sound echoed through his throat in approval I felt like I could do everything and nothing at all. It was contradictory, it was infuriating and confusing.