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You'll float, too …
At least that's what the crude, red paint on the ceiling tells me. I smile faintly as I read it again and again. Float, that's what I want. Weightlessness. Everyone knows that's what James serves. People come here looking for it – myself included. It has me coming back, always, looking for more and more and more and more.
"Busy little bee," James murmurs, sitting down heavily on the bed beside me. "Back again so soon?"
"Mmm," I hum in confirmation. My eyes trace the letters again and again. Those words always seemed misplaced to me in the book and movie, but here… here they belong.
"The usual?" He murmurs, fingers combing gently through my hair. I peer up at him through sleepy eyes, tracing the contours of his rugged, handsome face.
"Surprise me," I sigh, turning my face into his hand encouragingly.
He hums thoughtfully before jumping off the bed. Seconds later, he's back. Soft fingers urge my mouth open. Lips parted, I accept the pill he drops onto my tongue.
"Half an hour," James murmurs, stroking my chin, "and you'll be feeling good."
"Good," I sigh. We sit in silence for a moment as he traces my features. The pads of his fingers are rough. I imagine hours upon hours of hard labor put those calluses there.
"You're so pretty…" His hands stray from my face, fluttering down my throat to my shoulders, my chest. "So… perfect." His hands cup my ribcage. "I don't know why you keep coming back here."
My fingers walk up his arm, finding purchase at the back of his head. "For you," I murmur, tugging his face down to mine. Our lips meet as a familiar heat blooms in my belly.
"Bella," he sighs against my mouth as he presses his body down on mine. My fingers slide through the fine hair at his nape. His hips press my legs open.
"Please," I gasp against his throat, grasping the back of his shirt and dragging it up. My eyes drop to feast on miles of warm, tattooed skin and washboard abs. His knuckles brush against me as his unbuckles his pants. My dress is pushed up under my pits in his haste to have me, consume me.
The pill pops in my stomach the moment he enters me. Limbs like lead and pupils blown out, I give in as the plush mattress swallows me whole. My skin heats, erupting in tiny pin-pricks, tingles. My ears buzz, brain sputtering and glitching – trying to keep up with the cacophony of thoughts that burst forth in my skull. I am electricity. I am feeling itself. My world melts, turning to molten color and blurring together with the push and pull of my body.
The red letters melt and reform, staring down at me through it all.
Float.
Float.
Float.
So... that's Bella! What do we think?
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