She sat in her bedroom, her eyes closed and mind doing what
it wished to do. She’d denied her instincts, as well as needs, for the longest
time but enough was enough. That knack, that ever-present way of placing
herself into the most idiotic situations imaginable, rearing its fine head once
again.
That denial, the closed doors within her body that had
started to give way to what she wanted, finally fading as that name appeared
upon her lips. He knew her, knew her to a degree that annoyed and, at the same
time, intrigued. They’d spoken for hours, his aloof way of doing things
infuriating her desire to know more, far more, with that being the reason she’d
wanted further time.
She’d drink him, envelop him within her, literally, if she
could. No matter what was said, done or asked for, it was impossible to find
that satisfaction she craved. The hunger rising within, embracing her to the
point of near despair but, as he’d said, he wasn’t willing to give more than he
could. That scent, the way he held her, be it her hand or her entire body, it
mattered not as any contact was better than nothing.
She leaned back onto her hands, legs crossed as she sat on
the floor, wondering what to do next. Each breath that escaped her lips, seemed
to literally speak his name. It annoyed her, becoming each and nearly every
thought within her day. She knew, deep down, that such a place could hardly
ever be called healthy, but this was what it would be. Kissing, for hours,
listening to his voice, whenever she could, enjoying that witty conversation
that made her laugh to her very core. Dangerous, to a level that seemed to
remove the boredom from her life, she’d honestly ask for nothing more than his
company.
She smiled, a little wry and coy smile as she reminded
herself that what she’d just thought, wasn’t really the truth. She’d ask for
nothing more, until he’d used his body in ways that she’d longed for. She’d ask
for nothing more, until he kissed the back of her neck whilst his hands did
what they’d done on a few of the previous nights. She’d ask for nothing more,
until he’d written his name over every single inch of her skin. Again and
again. Over and over, until she’d finally broken her own resolve. She allowed
this, all of it, every second and the waking moments of her life had roused the
dead and long buried aspects of herself.
She’d often look towards the moonlight, letting light bathe
her skin, wondering if it had anything to do with why he was within her life.
Around her, holding her, asking her to become all that she could be. She’d
smile, whenever he was near, laugh, giggle like a crazy fool, until the very
moment he vanished again. It did hurt, the echo and ache of the space beside
her, but this was the way of his world and she’d gladly forsake her calm.
She opened her eyes, looking out of the window, wondering
what would happen next. If anything. She looked at his face, the covers barely
covering his modesty as he slept. He was, to her, perfect. They all had their
faults, the men of the world, but this one in particular did something to her
thoughts which, in turn, carried her very body to another place. She glanced at
his lips, reminding herself of that moment where… . She stopped. She couldn’t
take this, she wouldn’t take this, as she moved from the floor to straddle him
upon her own bed.
His eyes opened, the foggy sleep staying within his voice as
he spoke, “You okay?”
She placed her lips next to his ear, whispering, as she
moved herself over him. Teasing, enabling, the appetite starting to build
within her. She, simply, did not wish to stop. She’d let her body and needs
sleep for the longest time and now, right now, she’d had enough of that aspect
of her daily life. No more. “I want you again!”
He smiled, knowing that he couldn’t and wouldn’t even try to
stop her if, for some reason, her wish wasn’t his very command. He moved his
lips to meet hers and, after kissing her a few times, simply uttered the word,
“Insatiable!”
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