I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Another kiss, another fuck, another slink off home in the darkness to his room to avoid suspicion. Her career on the line, his too. His superior officer, his teacher. He knew it was almost laughable to think of it; he wasn't some horny teenager trying to get his kicks. He was a grown man with urges he knew he should be able to control.
He could do too, unless around her.
She was under his skin, an itch that just worsened every time he scratched it. He felt like a man dying of thirst drinking from a fountain of lust and need every single time she were near. His mind swam, his pulse thumped and he was lost. Addicted to her, to her every touch.
Her voice sent shivers down his spine, her smile sent him to dizzying heights of delight. He tried to avoid it, to control it, but it was utterly hopeless. He knew they were playing with fire, but he felt like a curious child, determined to push and push until they burnt their fingers and recoiled from the shock.
He wouldn't be able to stop himself until the burn, he knew that. He'd tried, and failed. Lord knew he hated himself for it, but he loved her for giving him reason to hate his lack of self control.
He needed another hit, another taste. So he would go to her the next night, and the one after. He would immerse himself in her until he felt the craving calm enough for his mind to find focus even if only for a brief moment on something other than her.
Try as he may to stop, he just didn't have the strength of will to do so.