Page 56 of Scent Of Obsession
Without warning, he flushed our bodies together with a firm grip. He seized my waist with possession, trapping me with him. He crushed his lips to mine, owning me with ardor. Our kiss wasn’t gentle; it was lustful. Savage. Wicked in the most delicious way.
My tongue met his in a devastating tornado, like swords dancing in an everlasting fight. He squeezed my thigh with his strong hand, and a moan escaped my lips. I was feverish when his nails raked down the skin of my legs until they reached my soaked panties.
I sucked on his lower lip like it was a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I was unstoppable, gone with lust. He withdrew his hand from my panties to grab my neck, and stuck his other fingers through my hair to fist it. We instinctively melted into each other, not letting the oxygen pass through our bodies. Fierce and inexorable, he was a match to my determinedness.
Radcliff was my ever-bright flame.
I engaged back, giving him back twice his darkness by cupping his squared jaw, my fingers grazing the scar on his face. My whole body tingled, the smell of him heating me up to the point of volcanic eruption.
He engulfed me with his rugged arms, creating a halo around us, shielding me from the outside world so I would belong only to him. Protective and destructive. Safe and dangerous. Passionate and impenetrable. He was a contradiction, but so was I.
I craved more. I sucked and bit on his lower lip like an animal. I continued in my dementia a little too hard, to the point where I gave the Devil a bloody lip. But it didn’t stop him. If anything, Radcliff’s hunger for me was stronger than ever.
He sucked on my lower lip at his turn, claiming my mouth without respite. My knees buckled, gave in, and he had to keep me steady with his grip. All I breathed was him. I didn’t need oxygen. He invaded my senses, transcending me, and became my aphrodisiac. A delicious aroma.
I licked the blood that flowed from my bite. It tasted like an addictive fruit.
Pomegranate.
At the memory of my dream, I pulled away, out of breath. Our bodies separated, and my flushed face met his dark expression. What had happened to us? Blood dripped down from his lip that he wiped away with the back of his hand. We both gave in to sin. Together. For the first time.
“Radcliff—” I dropped, desperate and needy.
“To answer your assumption from earlier—you’re delusional if you think I’d ever feel something for you.”
“But you kissed me.” He had kissed me with all the soul he pretended not to have.
“My point. I kissed you, trying to feel, but I didn’t.”
“Rad—” I sobbed through the tightening of my throat and a short intake of breath. “Don’t leave me.”
Our gazes connected, and for a moment, I believed he would stay.
But he didn’t.
He left, stern and merciless.
I fell to the grass, crying my ripped heart out. I thought I would make the Devil feel. Truth was, he was the one who mademefeel.
He flourished the darker side of me.
My Pandora’s box had finally opened, and I wasn’t ready to face my demons.
The vial number 125 shattered on the floor, my dreams crashing with it.
It broke into tiny pieces, and so did my soul.
Happy birthday, Mom. I’m sure I’ve disappointed you from above.
My thumb was cut, my hand was shaking, and yet the physical pain couldn’t match my emotional one. I would bleed. It didn’t matter. I was a failure.
I glared upon the lab with disgust, feeling the average scents invading my nose. They were hellions reminding me of the moments I wished to forget. More than a hundred tries, and the notes weren’t right. As for the base, it was soulless.
Instead of creating magic, I had created a pungent boring.
Failure. Failure. My demon was singing like a dark lullaby inside my head.
I had a brief. A narrative of seven words.
