enjoyed it. And my sex life is none of your business.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” The air between us crackled like static, and Cheney kept advancing.
“Don’t call me princess,” I whispered.
He was so close our noses were touching. The furious intensity in his eyes made my heart beat faster and my mouth went dry.
“Has he ever kissed you until you couldn’t catch your breath? Possessed you until there was no other thought in your head except for him? Set you aflame with no more than his gaze upon you?”
All words vacated my head and my whole body burned. I couldn’t even remember who we were talking about. The gold gleamed in his eyes, and I wanted to grab his head and pull it to mine. My flesh wanted to feel exactly what he said. Without my brain’s permission though, my head shook no in the slightest of movements.
“Do you want me to show you what that’s like?” His stare smoldered. My lips parted slightly, throbbing with anticipation.
God, yes, I wanted him to. I couldn’t say who broke first. My body pressed upon his; his mouth ground against mine. His tongue traced my lips then slipped into my mouth and teased my tongue. He crushed me against his hard, lean muscles, and I laced my hands around the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth harder against mine.
He shifted back slightly, but I pushed harder into him immediately, unable to bear breaking contact. His mouth moved with mine in renewed urgency. His hips ground against my pelvis, and fire erupted inside of me. A moan formed deep in my throat. He lifted me up, pinning me between him and the wall. His mouth slid down my neck, leaving a trail of heat, making me gasp. Every part of me burned from the inside out. I wrapped my legs around him. He pulled my tank over my head, and his mouth found my breasts. I arched back, moaning, as he teased my hardening nipples with his teeth and tongue.
Then his mouth was on mine again in a deliberate, frank kiss that left no question about what he wanted. I slid back down the wall until my feet were on the floor. I wasn’t sure my legs would’ve supported me if he hadn’t still been pressed hard against me. He traced the outside of my ear with his tongue and nibbled my ear lobe before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.
“If you want to stop . . .” his hot breath whispered.
I turned my mouth to his, kissing him just as hard and deliberately as he kissed me. He stepped back, his chest rising with his breath, lust filling his eyes. He extended his hand to me and an image flooded my mind.
It was the night my parents died. I was inside our home as it crumbled around me. Glass shattered, walls disintegrated, and pipes burst as I knelt on the floor in my favorite dress that had tiny purple flowers embroidered all over it. I held my head in my hands, rocking back and forth. I didn’t care that the house was falling down. I didn’t care if I died. They were gone. Gone.
A voice I knew as well as my own spoke, but I couldn’t place his face.
“Selene, come with me.”
The familiar man stood in the midst of the storm offering me his hand, saving me from myself.
“Selene?” The real voice tried to break into my memory, but I ignored it.
I took his hand. We walked out as the house collapsed to the ground behind us. His expression never changed. He didn’t look angry or upset, just stoic. He walked me away from the rubble but didn’t offer any words of comfort. Yet my tears dried just knowing he was there. My grandmother waited in a car outside.
“She doesn’t need to remember this,” he said coolly.
Grandma nodded, and he put me in the car, fastening the seat belt around me.
I didn’t want to let go of his hand, so I clung to it. “I want to go with you,” I said.
He pulled his hand from mine and shut the door. “Take care of her,” he told Grandma, never taking his eyes from mine.
Grandma drove away, and he became smaller and smaller, though I could still feel his eyes on
“Whatever you say, princess.” The air between us crackled like static, and Cheney kept advancing.
“Don’t call me princess,” I whispered.
He was so close our noses were touching. The furious intensity in his eyes made my heart beat faster and my mouth went dry.
“Has he ever kissed you until you couldn’t catch your breath? Possessed you until there was no other thought in your head except for him? Set you aflame with no more than his gaze upon you?”
All words vacated my head and my whole body burned. I couldn’t even remember who we were talking about. The gold gleamed in his eyes, and I wanted to grab his head and pull it to mine. My flesh wanted to feel exactly what he said. Without my brain’s permission though, my head shook no in the slightest of movements.
“Do you want me to show you what that’s like?” His stare smoldered. My lips parted slightly, throbbing with anticipation.
God, yes, I wanted him to. I couldn’t say who broke first. My body pressed upon his; his mouth ground against mine. His tongue traced my lips then slipped into my mouth and teased my tongue. He crushed me against his hard, lean muscles, and I laced my hands around the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth harder against mine.
He shifted back slightly, but I pushed harder into him immediately, unable to bear breaking contact. His mouth moved with mine in renewed urgency. His hips ground against my pelvis, and fire erupted inside of me. A moan formed deep in my throat. He lifted me up, pinning me between him and the wall. His mouth slid down my neck, leaving a trail of heat, making me gasp. Every part of me burned from the inside out. I wrapped my legs around him. He pulled my tank over my head, and his mouth found my breasts. I arched back, moaning, as he teased my hardening nipples with his teeth and tongue.
Then his mouth was on mine again in a deliberate, frank kiss that left no question about what he wanted. I slid back down the wall until my feet were on the floor. I wasn’t sure my legs would’ve supported me if he hadn’t still been pressed hard against me. He traced the outside of my ear with his tongue and nibbled my ear lobe before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.
“If you want to stop . . .” his hot breath whispered.
I turned my mouth to his, kissing him just as hard and deliberately as he kissed me. He stepped back, his chest rising with his breath, lust filling his eyes. He extended his hand to me and an image flooded my mind.
It was the night my parents died. I was inside our home as it crumbled around me. Glass shattered, walls disintegrated, and pipes burst as I knelt on the floor in my favorite dress that had tiny purple flowers embroidered all over it. I held my head in my hands, rocking back and forth. I didn’t care that the house was falling down. I didn’t care if I died. They were gone. Gone.
A voice I knew as well as my own spoke, but I couldn’t place his face.
“Selene, come with me.”
The familiar man stood in the midst of the storm offering me his hand, saving me from myself.
“Selene?” The real voice tried to break into my memory, but I ignored it.
I took his hand. We walked out as the house collapsed to the ground behind us. His expression never changed. He didn’t look angry or upset, just stoic. He walked me away from the rubble but didn’t offer any words of comfort. Yet my tears dried just knowing he was there. My grandmother waited in a car outside.
“She doesn’t need to remember this,” he said coolly.
Grandma nodded, and he put me in the car, fastening the seat belt around me.
I didn’t want to let go of his hand, so I clung to it. “I want to go with you,” I said.
He pulled his hand from mine and shut the door. “Take care of her,” he told Grandma, never taking his eyes from mine.
Grandma drove away, and he became smaller and smaller, though I could still feel his eyes on
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