"Regina" she says and you fight with yourself, her voice is so sweet and tempting, her eyes are getting darker and darker as they roam over your body, burning you, tasting you, killing you.
"We shouldn't.." you mumble but you know it's pointless, you've already lost. You lost the second you saw her, the second she saw you, you lost, and if you're honest with yourself, you dont really care. You rather lose if wining means you cant be with her anymore.
She locks the door. And you feel sick for a second, it's forbidden being alone with her in a locked room. It's forbidden the way her tongue licks her lower lip, the way she comes closer and closer, the way her breath tickling your ear, the way her scent makes your head dizzy, its forbidden, but she has a way of making you throw away all your values, she has a way of making you forget that your soulmate is downstairs watching a movie with your teenager son.
"Take off your clothes," she commends and you lunge forward. Kissing her, silencing her, proving her that you still have some kind of control. It's useless, you both know that you're lost, and you're just hoping she's lost too, you're hoping she's fighting with herself too.
And you're hoping she's praying to lose too.
"Regina.." she moans your name and you shivers with excitement, you can feel the wetness sliding down your thighs and you hate yourself for how weak you are, how weak she makes you.
"Bed.." You gasp against her lips and she picks you up, you can feel the muscles of her arms and you dig your nails into her skin. Marking her. Claiming her. You secretly hope it will last until tomorrow, that her filthy pirate will see it.
She's impatient as she takes off your clothes, ripping your shirt and not even bothering with unclasping your bra as she just slides up the caps, exposing you to her needy hands and hungry mouth.
You don't remember the last time you felt this helpless with your soulmate. You don't remember the last time you begged him for more. You don't remember the last time you've ached for him to touch you, the last time you've ached to touch him.
Her lips burning you and she knows it, that's why she kisses you everywhere, setting your body on fire, aiming to make you arch, aiming to own you. She knows she owns you.
She hasn't even enter you yet and you already climaxed once. But she never settles for one orgasm. No. She wants you to remember. She wants to be unforgettable, irreplaceable. Must be her childhood's trauma, you assume.
She bites on your shoulder as she inserts two fingers inside you and you feel the pain and pleasure at the same time. It's funny how the sex resembles your relationship. You can't help but chuckle and she looks at you with a puzzled look, you just kiss her nose, making her smirk before she pulls her fingers out just to slide them harder into you, making you moan deeper and bite into her neck. It's to remain silent you tell yourself. But you know you've put a silencing spell over this room.
When you finally come, it's so hard you almost passes out. She peppers kisses all over your face, bringing you back into a reality your not so sure you want to be a part of.
"Hello," she whispers when you finally open your eyes. And she's so beautiful, like an angel with her blonde locks that tickle your shoulders, with her green eyes full of pride and mischief and dare you say love.
"Hello," you answer back, and it's so forbidden for both of you to be alone in a locked room, so forbidden, but so so addictive.