Webs

6.

'What is love without pain?' - Ruth, Webs.

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A low groan vibrated in his chest as his rough hand dragged up the smooth skin of her thigh to tug on the flimsy fabric of her lacy black panties.

"Oh..Daniel.." She gasped, hands buried in his hair.

He ground his hips against hers and her legs trembled, putty in his hands.

His heavenly soft lips left hers as his blue eyes seared into her lust drunk, green ones.

"I fucking love you, Josie."

At that moment, her heart soared through soft clouds of bliss. He was the only one that tamed her wildness. The only one who could make her do the impossible just for his touch.

"Don't ever leave me.." She clutched his arms, desperately kissing his neck, feverish with lust, want and need.

He let out a sexy smile and pushed her shoulders down to the floor, pinning her with one hand and raking the other hand down to palm a breast, earning a tortured groan from her.

"Keep it in mind, baby. I'm here to fucking stay."

Thunder crackled deafeningly and her eyes flew open. The unforgiving wind blasted through her open window, damp white blinds flying eerily.

The cold slapped her back to her desolate reality.

Her fingers squeezed the leather jacket in her hands and pressed it against her nose, inhaling deeply.

Her heart squeezed in pain.

It no longer smelled strongly of him. Tears pinched her eyes as she inhaled more deeply, trying to catch that mix of his cologne mixed with that unmistakable smell of him.

She had not had the jacket cleaned ever since she got it, unwilling to lose his smell.

The bastard.

The fucking dead piece of spineless shit.

How she hated him. Hated herself. Hated that bitch.

"You left. You did not fucking stay!!!" She screamed, flinging the jacket away.

It hit a pretty glass vase lounging delicately on a golden table and sent it to the floor. Shards of glass spread across the glistening floor with a shattering sound.

Her long black nails dug into the unlucky sofa she was curled on. She was trembling.

No matter how much she tried not to, she still dreamed of him touching her, making hot passionate love to her.

No matter how many men she fucked in a night, she only felt Daniel's maddening touch in her very vivid dreams.

Dreams so real she could have sworn she physically felt his breath, his burning touches. Felt his pulsing cock in her.

Again, it might just be one of her dildos.

She normally passed out each night totally hammered and end up waking in the mornings with a used dildo in hand.

Sick. So sick.

How they always ended up in her hand was nothing but a drunken blur. But it only made her more miserable, stewing in memories and emotions no one could understand.

"I fucking hate you. You dead bastard. You deserve everything! I wish you remain dead for making me like this." She growled out, yanking out the itchy pin in her blonde hair. Hurled it at the flying blinds.