over and over. a drug. a hallucinogen. intense and soul shattering . magnetic. inexplicable. crazy. magic. euphoric and painful, erotic and sinful. These words describe our love with a certain truthful flare. We often ask each other what it is that keeps us coming back for more. We have argued, fought, not spoken to each other, cried and ached for each other. And here we are once again, back for another fix. My veins feel hollow in the empty moments I spend without him. The way he looks into my eyes drives me to the brink of insanity, the verge of complete and utter abandonment of reality. Everything dissolves around us and my entire existence seems to disappear up until that point when I can feel his gaze pass over my soul, soft and gentle like the reflected blue light of midnight through his blinds. We collapse together in passion with heat rising from our skin as if we were composed of midday Saharan sands. Kisses warm and eternal, our bodies glowing in the golden light of candles. My nails rape the flesh of his back as he slips inside of me deep and deeper still until he can push no more. And then he moves. Slow and softly as a hungry serpent pursuing his prey. But we both know in the end that I will be devoured. And it is this that I await most anxiously. I quiver beneath him, feeling him press into me over and over. It is madness. Pure and unrefined. Uncensored. We get loud. We scream and cry out obscenities, we make the bed cry out for mercy. The demons watch from the shadows as we embrace our darkest desires. When he is near me my body is tense with excitement, my hands writhe in their desire to caress every inch of his delicious skin. I lick my lips and
drop
to my knees. The warm flesh of his cock is soft against my lips. I can feel him growing harder in my mouth as I kiss and lick and tease and suck. He grabs my head... Læs hele novellen
