Chapter 27

I wanted to push him away aware that we were in the open where anyone could see us. Aware of the dangers of being caught by the securities making out, aware of everything. I was always aware. Always in control. I needed to lose control.

It was the problem with me, my mind barely ever gives way for my heart to act. It was always aware, always restrained within questions.

It felt like he knew that, that he knew I was scared.

His left hand left my hands and moved to my gown pushing it down to exposé my right Breast. My hands still remained at back. Shivering at his touch and the cold breeze that touched my skin. This could be relatable to a threesome. Him, me and the night breeze.

There was unlimited pleasure, so unlimited I lost myself in it.

Tears filled my eyes from a mixture of both fear, helplessness and pleasure. My legs began to shake and I lost balance.

The kiss became severe. Too fast for me to hold on to my thoughts. too slow to keep me sane. I wanted to cry and scream. No one has ever driven me to the edge like he did. Even with sex I've never felt this turned on as if the world would collapse if he stopped touching me.

His lips moved from my lips to my neck giving me the space to breath and oh God I breathed deeply, only it was his scent that filled the air. So not kissing him became as fatal as kissing him, either way my heart lost its pace and my body shook in one.

I wanted to scream when his lips touched my breast after his hands had. He sucked my nipples while his fingers in me kept going deeper at a fast pace. I started hyperventilating because I didn't know how else to react to so much pleasure. I have never orgasmed from sex. Human contact seemed to be my dread.

For the first time I felt the climax build up my stomach and shake my being. I closed my eyes and breathed him.

I didn't want to breathe when his scent wasn't present. Inhaling him. kept me alive and filled my soul with unspeakable joy.

I pushed his hands away from me now and adjusted my gown. I was back to earth. After my climax that is.

"You know when I say stop I actually do mean stop." I lied. It felt sad being the one to touch myself. He had only touched me once and yet my own hands felt alien.

But I was an expert at pretending not to be affected by things that did affect me. He didn't believe in my facade anyway. I could see it in his eyes in the way he smiled when I lied that he knew, that he saw through my lies.

I was scared and I had every reason to. Who won't be scared knowing that someone had so much power on them. So much knowledge about them. That someone who wasn't them had left an imprint in their heart so deep it reached the soul their soul. An imprint that could kill if you tried to remove it.

"I didn't hear you. It felt like the breeze, a soft moan." He laughed and I hit his chest playfully. He was mocking me and I was laughing with him. He was right though even to my ears the 'stop' sounded like a soft moan.