Quiescent Storms

~THIRTEEN(II)~

Silence.

Absolute damn pin drop silence.

I kept standing throwing daggers with my gaze over his broad and masculine back with my last straw of patience, thinking one hundred and more ways to scratch his beautiful face with my dagger if he doesn't turn around and start talking within five seconds.

Wait a minute.

What did I just thought?

Beautiful face scratching with dagger? Does this even make sense to you Azaleas Eleonara?And since when did you found that cold face beautiful? My inner self asked while I kept blaming my tiredness from work and therapy session earlier for these implausible thoughts.

I think I should just leave.I concluded turning towards the door,done standing there like a stupid.

Just before I can take a step ahead,I felt my back hitting against a wall as a warm and soft sensation spread over my lips.

Wide eyed and more specifically, realizing Mr.Ivano's warm lips pressed firmly against mine.

Holy sweet heaven.

Now this reason of dragging me here can be somewhat negotiable.

Or not.

Getting no response from my shocked self as my mind went miles away with thousand thoughts and new emotions, I felt his body pressing closer against my soft one as his one arm wrapped around  my waist,caging my body between his hard body and wall.

I gasped lightly against his mouth as he lightly sucked my lower lips, waiting for my response against his actions.

Taking this as his opportunity and sign to take things further,he glided his tongue inside my mouth as my eyes fluttered closed,a small involuntary moan escaping from my throat giving him the absolute response he asked for.Hearing my moan, his kiss became more rough than earlier as I arched against the wall, ushing my body more over his broad ones.His another hand was placed below my jaw as he angled my face towards him,  making the kiss more deeper and intimate.

Feeling his rigid body fitting perfectly against my soft one,fuzzy butterflies or perhaps zoo spread throughout my stomach and my mind officially going to the point of seeking therapy.

This is more than my mind can ever imagine or cope up with.

Instinctively wanting to feel if all of this real or a wild dream from my insane mind,my arms encircled around his neck,wanting him to pull more closer to me if possible.He continued to caress my tongue with his warms one while biting my upper lip,making me to moan loudly as I  pulled his hair unconsciously and kissed him back fiercely.

All of these are involuntary reaction towards opposite sex.My barely available conscious state tried to console me as I continued to kiss away every rationality of why this shouldn't happen at all.

Alas.

All consolation went downhill when I felt his long fingers sliding at the back of my neck, tilting my head upward and giving him the access to devour my mouth deeply in a new angle.

RI continued to run my fingers wildly through his raven strands returning his kiss with the same fervent without second thought as he groaned lowly at my touch and moans.

At this point,there's no going back from this battle of tongue.

The fusion of our tongues continued relentlessly until my lungs felt the dire need of oxygen,causing me to fist those silky hair strands and pull them harshly.His mouth roughly separated away from my swollen lips, both of us panting hard as our breaths mingled together with my gasp and his uneven rugged breathes breaking the silence of the room.