Page 93 of Wanted

I will rise above.

For her.

For her, I will fight what I am.

I will not act the monster…

Yet.

Pulling her closer, I dip my head down and peck her lips once. Testing my self-control.

Her lips are delicate yet sinfully full. I want to nibble on them but resist the urge.

If I must die again, I want it to be with her lips pressing against me.

Testing my restraint once more, I kiss her harder. Wishing I could do more.

But I’ll accept these pieces and scraps over the void.

When I suckle on her bottom lip, she slowly opens her mouth.

Pouncing on the opportunity, I thrust my tongue inside to taste her sweetness.

Her tongue eagerly rubs against mine, fast and hard.

And the lust surging through the bond fogs up my own head.

But somewhere in the back of my brain, I know there’s more than desire driving her.

She wants to feel good and forget everything.

Forget her pain. Forget her fear.

Forget her misery.

With each thrust of her tongue, she’s begging for an oblivion full of only pleasure and safety.

This I can give her.

Even if it fucking kills me.

Putting my own desires to the side, I focus solely on her need.

Our kiss stretches into an eternity of bliss bordering on agony. Our tongues stroking against each other and chasing a relief I may never receive.

Wanting to be closer to me, she crawls into my lap, and it’s almost my undoing.

Every fiber of my being screams for me to push this further. To end my own suffering.

To finally become whole.

Take her,she can’t stop you,the beast demands.

But it’s still too big of a risk.

I don’t want a mindless zombie. I want all of her. Without the fucking wall between us.

She presses her lush body against me, her breasts smashing against my chest.

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