Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Things We Tell Ourselves
At first…
It was just an accident.
(At least that's what he tells himself.)
The cracks in the walls were just too big and her voice was far too loud.
(It was calling him like a siren.)
The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, like honey in his nostrils.
(He could hear her fingers and the places they pleased.)
Then his eyes were fixed on her naked body.
(How are you supposed to look away from that?)
Breathy moans and pink cheeks, legs parted to reveal a dripping v of skin.
(His mouth is filling with venom at this point.)
Then a hand, buried between that triangle and wriggling and moving and…
(God he wishes it was his hand, his tongue, his cock, hell he didn't give a fuck as long it was his.)
He can see the contracting skin, her mouth popping open as a moan rolls out and through the crack in the wall and over his skin.
(He can practically feel her coming and he pretends silently it's for him.)
"Felix…"
(It's his name on her damp and parted lips and then it's too much.)
Gianna looks up and sees a dark red eye in the corner of the brick in the wall and gasps.
(She silently hopes it was his.)