Instead, thoughts of her decadent, wet cunt on my mind, I lace my fingers back through hers, continue walking through the streets. A little faster than before, my heart pumping hard in my chest. I can feel her pulse, too, through her fingertips where they press firmly to the back of my hand, over my knuckles, it’s fast, erratic.
A cool breeze blows, making her shiver beside me, and I catch her scent, can smell her, for the first time since we arrived, roses and earth, it cuts through the sickly scent of sweets. My nostrils flare, teeth gritting, my fingers squeeze harder. And it’s like she feels it too.
Urgency.
I’m not sure how it happens, my eyes scanning the transformed residential streets, searching for the darkened house I know sits at the very back of it all. Hidden by a dense cloak of black.
Our final destination.
For tonight.
I didn’t want to rush, now that’s all I want to do. I am desperate. Craving her. It is as though she can sense my need, perhaps her own. Because with every increased stride, she skips along to keep pace. Her eyes keep flicking up to me, I don’t look but I can feel them like lasers heating the side of my face. I find it then, the slip of a disguised walkway through overgrown grass.
I drag her around the side of the last house at the end of the street, squeeze us into the tight space between the back wall of the building, the tall, black, wrought iron fencing that surrounds the grounds ofCasa Neraat my back. I press her back into the building, a vibration from the impact running through her bones, through my fingers curling around her biceps.
I dip my head into her, breathe her in deep until she is all I feel inside of my lungs. My eyes are closed, and I can hear how my heart hammers between us, harsh in my ears like a death knell. It feels like none of this is real. Like it isn’t really happening. As though I’m not really here,with her,about to commit fucking sacrilege.
My fingertips grip her tighter and I know she wants to shift, I’m pinching her skin, through her long sleeves, but I cannot loosen my hold on her. It is as though I am possessed. Something else beneath my flesh, clawing its way out to her. But really, it’s just me, and my total fucking lack of self-control.
I weigh it all up in my head.
The shit that we’re about to walk into.
Her, blindly.
I can’t hold back any longer.
My eyes snap open, her dark ones like swirling black vortexes. She stares up at me like I am all she can see. Lips parted, chest heaving where I have her pinned to the old stone wall.
I lick my lips, my tongue catching her Cupid’s bow, so close we share breath. My chest is heaving with restraint, my hands circled around her upper arms, her hands by her sides, but her eyes are wholly focused on mine.
I am all she sees.
“Billy,”she breathes into my mouth, it is a summoning. She calls me forth like the demon I am with the unholy chant she sings,“Billy, Billy, Billy.”
And I am lost.
Falling, dying, soaring.
My lips collide with hers. Teeth and tongue, and instantly, I bite into her lip so hard I taste blood, feel skin tear away between my front teeth. I have no control when it comes to her.
We are inevitable.
I need her toknow.
I lick into her mouth, her lips parted for me on a surprised gasp. My tongue traces the inside of her teeth, over the roof of her mouth, our lips smashing together as I fight for dominance.
But I don’t need to fight.
She’s not kissing me back.
And she might not want to kiss me ever again after tonight. So I indulge. I give the fuck into somethingIwant for a change.
I draw back, just enough to get a good look at her, blood smear on her chin, lips swollen, the bottom one split.
I am so obsessed with her; I can hardly think straight.
My eyes flicker between hers, and I panic, for a split second, that I’ve done this all wrong. I have pushed too far, too soon, we were children the last time we were together, twelve years has passed. There is an internal tremor rattling around my nervous system and I lick my lips as I stare into her eyes. Pleading with her silently.