It was a perfect sin and it made my skin blaze. Lying in that beautiful bed with such a dark angel above me. His twisted skin glowed in the candlelight, his mask forgotten in a corner of the room where I'd thrown it. I could hardly breathe with the sensations running through me as he took me. It was to be one night, one time, relief from the agony we'd put each other through. KI had said we should forget everything else, treat it like a dream. He had grinned at me and said it wasn't a dream, that this act with him could be nothing but a nightmare and perhaps it was.
After I had offered him this one night, we had simply looked at each other for a while before he'd pulled me to him and kiss me. It was hard and demanding, almost painful yet it thrilled me. Then it was simply tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to feel something after all the pain and confusion. And then all I was aware of was him, his taste, his smell, the feel of him on top of me, on me, in me, filling every one of my senses, until I felt I might faint with the intensity.
I was there, with the man who'd once been my angel, betraying the man I was supposed to love. It was like I couldn't help myself, I needed the sin, the shame, the self disgust I felt sure I'd feel afterwards, but I felt none in that moment and thoughts of Raoul never entered my mind. In my pleasure filled mind the only coherent thought that escaped was; what a beautiful nightmare.
