He felt her arms coil around his torso and took a deep breath. She rested her head against his shoulder, and he placed his hands over hers on his chest. They stood there like that for a while after which he turned around, wishing desperately to see what he wanted to in her eyes. But luck did not favor him this time either.
She was still broken, he realized as he cupped her face in his palms and planted a kiss on her lips. She responded eagerly and he felt himself giving away to the pleasure. She was soft, attractive and amazingly seductive. He knew that when she decided to have her way, it was impossible to refuse.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing himself into her body. She fitted neatly against him felt his hands move on their own accord and slide her arms out of her nightgown. It fell on her feet in a crumpled heap and she begun to unbutton his shirt. Moments later they were on the bed with her body tucked safely between him and the soft covers.
He was passionate with her, she automatically aroused him with a single glance or a touch. He explored her body with his, killing off all his other senses. She dug her nails into his back and he bit her neck. When they were done, he closed his eyes as she snuggled closer to him.
“How long do you plan on using me as your distraction?” he mumbled, stroking her hair.
“Till you don’t throw me out of your bed.” She replied nonchalantly.
“You know that I can’t do that.”
“Do you want to?”
“Sometimes. You are a big bruise to my ego you know.”
She lifted her head and looked up at his face. His eyes were still closed but his voice was throaty. She touched his jaw and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
He did not reply as he opened his eyes. He removed the strands of hair from her face and she held his palm to her cheek.
“I warned you against this…” she sat up. “I am destroying you. How did you let this happen?” she looked away, unable to bear his vulnerable state anymore.
“I guess I always knew this would happen. Can’t you try to…” he did not complete his sentence as he knew what he was asking for was impossible. She could never ever get over the other man.
She threw him a sharp look before climbing off the bed and putting on her nightdress. He watched her beautiful form basked in moonlight. She walked out into the balcony and he followed.
“Please don’t leave.” He pleaded, holding her in his arms. “I just want to be with you, I will accept anything you say or do to me.”
“That’s exactly the problem. That you accept whatever I throw at you. Can’t you resist? Can’t you make me suffer for being the bitch I am?”
“I know that you can’t help yourself. I would rather have you seeking sex with me than drugs or alcohol.”
She bowed her head loosened her body, almost hanging off his arms. She turned around in the position with her weight supported by nothing but his interlocked hands. Her hair hung down below the low railing and she closed her eyes and spread out her palms.
“I am giving you this chance… let me go right now and save yourself. You won’t be able to correct the damage I am causing to your mind. You can end everything right here… Just let go…”
She sounded exhilarated at the thought of falling off the 20th floor. Wind ruffled through her hair and past her body as though it didn’t exist. It was almost like being high as she savored the moment of being a tiny speck against the force of the element. It disturbed him as he stood there for a few moments before jerking her up. She looked disappointed as he pulled her into his arms.
“I am too masochistic to do that.”
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