Page 27 of Chemistry: The Chemist

There’s just no way, I protested. The distance was too much to ask of her. She gave me no air, staying close and giving me the best angles as she twisted and turned.

Eden bore no fear. Her confidence was part of her show. It was the only thing she wore at the moment. Shit looked good on her.

Delirium. Her naked body swaying to the beat catapulted me into unfamiliar territory. The room grew warmer. My skin crawled with bumps. Swallowing, I tried hydrating the dryness of my throat.

Scorching. Her fire was choking me, depriving me of oxygen. Dewy skin dampened my shirt. The room continued to shrink in size. The heat continued to rise.

“I lose control when you’re not next to me. I’m falling apart right in front of you. Can’t you see?”

Fuck. A foot rested beside me. Her hand tilted my head backward. The yearning within me intensified. I wanted every fucking part of her in my hands… in my mouth. I craved entry into every hole in her body.

I wanted… needed to gut her of everything that was troubling her. Everything that had ever troubled her. End anyone who had ever troubled her.

“Problematic. The problem is, I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit.”

Fucking impossible. She was perfection. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was above her.

In some lifetime, she’d been mine. I’d been hers, too. The way my body responded to her, submitted to her, let me know it had encountered her in another world. But, not even time had been enough for me to forget her.

“I lose control.”

Now. Unable to wait another second to have Eden, I lifted her in one swift motion. My legs didn’t stop moving when I exited the room. Not as I rushed through the long hallway. Not as we entered the main wing. Not when I entered my bedroom.

It wasn’t until I was in front of my bed and her body pounded against the sheets. They lifted as she fell onto them. My chest rose and sank with each breath I took and each one I released.

Entering Eden would be hell. I’d burn. And I’d burn. And I’d burn some more. But, I’d be damned if her pit wouldn't be a grand resting place.

My hand was around her neck in a flash. Her lips were against mine. In synchronization, we silently confessed our desperation. I’d never been desperate for a fucking thing until her.

I lowered my pants and pushed my boxers along with them. I hardly wanted to remove my shirt. It meant parting our lips. Even if briefly, it felt torturous.

And when my demon was finally unleashed, her heart rate sped. I could feel it against my chest as I felt her pussy against my achiness. Long, slim fingers curled around my dick.

“Baby.” She breathed against my lips.

“I’m fucking throbbing, Eden.” The low, disgruntled statement was followed by a single word that dazed me.

Baby. A term of endearment. A term I used for the women who meant most to me. A term I didn’t easily expel but had at least once tonight. Maybe twice. It wasn’t until the current moment that I’d come to the realization.

She gave me little time to gather myself. Spreading her legs, she built bay windows with her eyes, preparing them for the viewing of my soul. Up and down, she rubbed my dick against her wetness.

She was soaking. For me. For my dick. For my entry. For my time. For my attention.

“Fuck me,” she begged, softly, eyes never leaving mine.

I struggled to tear away from her needy orbs, but the view of my dick sliding across her slipperiness made it worth the trouble. The pinkness was a perfect match for her chocolate skin. I watched as she guided me to her entryway where I sat, anxiously awaiting my ending.

“Put ’em in.”

Her assistance wasn’t required, but I wasn’t ready for the coolness of our surroundings to replace her fingers as I slid in. Obliging, she broke her barriers, accepting me into her fold.

Everything around me stilled. Not even I could move. She’d taken me captive. Her pussy made silent promises to never let me go. I believed every fucking word.

Goddamn, Choc.

At once, she claimed me for eternity. Not even another lifetime would stop me from finding her again. Falling for her again. This one had proved our union was beyond all realms of life. It was inevitable. I’d be looking forward to the next.

“Miiiiisster.”

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