Along with all our chaos, his past, my accident, and Player.
None of it existed.
It was just us, if there even was an us.
We were incomprehensible magic.
An unsolvable mystery.
An inexplicable chaos.
“Neil…” I couldn’t breathe. Like always, I couldn’t keep up with him. But he gave me no respite. He took possession of my lips and continued devouring me like he’d been waiting too long for this moment. His hand moved under my coat, up over my abdomen, and palmed one of my breasts roughly. I groaned, and his fingers tightened even more around my hair. He bit my lower lip and then ran his moist tongue along it.
The dominance in him brought the angel in me to her knees.
We kept going like that. We devoured each other’s emotions and desires as though we had been starved.
Neither of us wanted to let go of the other. We paused briefly to catch our breaths and dove back in again.
He took me.
He touched me.
He intoxicated me.
He tasted me unceasingly.
He surrounded me, freeing me while at the same time making me a slave to his desires.
And we continued to make love to one another with our lips.
Our ragged breaths melting together, our hearts fluttering, and lips swollen and shining with the taste of us.
We moaned.
Wanted.
More and more.
So much more.
And I had no further thoughts when his tongue descended upon my neck, leaving me stunned while he moved back up to torment my lips like the demon he was.
Eyes closed, foreheads together, hands shaking, broken breaths.
And…
“What if I did?” I whispered, breathless, and turned completely upside down from his assault.
“What?” Neil opened his eyes and touched my cheek, looking more handsome than ever.
“What if I…”loved you, I wanted to say, but the sight of his blown pupils stopped the words on the very tip of my tongue. Neil stepped back from me, alarmed, as though I’d just transformed into a monster right in front of him.
Some of the stars seemed to drip from the sky, as though it were weeping while the rest just faded away, one by one.
My heart snapped in two like a fortune cookie, the fortune fluttering away. Neil always let his eyes do the talking, and I spoke that silent language. Right then, his stare told me everything I needed to know…
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