Craving for Her

by Barkat

This is set after the death cure. It's been weeks since Thomas and his friends arrived to paradise, their new home. Thomas desperately tries to move on with his life and try to find happiness but she was gone. He had never forgotten her.

She wasn't her. Thomas knew this, his heart yearning for something he couldn't have. The bed squeaked, her moans filled the air as he continued thrusting into her. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine Teresa's angelic face instead of Brenda. He groaned into her neck, imagining marking her body with his kisses as he thrusted harder and faster.

Brenda moaned, ran her fingers across his back as she buckled to his every urgent thrust. He grunted, thrusting deeper into her as he imagined Teresa's moans in his ear. He desperately wanted and craved her but she was gone from this world. All because of him.

Thomas opened his brown eyes as he imagined Teresa's raven hair spilled against his bedsheets, her pink lips swollen and her red flushed cheeks. Brenda pulled him closer, moaning as she continued rocking into him.

"Tom...more..." Teresa moaned his name, her chest heaving as she adjusted her legs over his hips. He groaned against her soft skin, thrusting harder and faster as he lost himself to her.

Brenda gasped, feeling the passion behind his every thrust as she ran her fingers through his hair. He groaned, imagining his large hands caressing Teresa's pale soft skin instead of Brenda's olive bare skin.

"Teresa..." He groaned, adjusting her legs higher over his hips as he thrusted deeper into her. Brenda froze, her blood ran cold as she realised Thomas wasn't thinking about her in his bed. She didn't move, anger and jealousy filled her body as he craved another girl.

"I love you, Teresa..." He groaned into her neck over and over again as he continued thrusting into her.
A chorus of deep grunts escaped his mouth, imagining Teresa's gasps of his name in his ear as he thrusted harder and faster. His furious movements soon stopped, reaching their end as his ragged breathing filled the air.

"I'm not Teresa, Thomas." Brenda spoke, no emotion in her voice as she stared at him. She thought he moved on and forgot about Teresa.
Thomas slowly sat up, his mind numb and blank as he stared back at her. He couldn't forget her.

"She's dead!" Brenda shouted, frustrated as she felt sick at the thought of Thomas still being in love with Teresa.
His brown eyes darkened coldly, hating the truth as he silently stared at her.

"Do you still love her?" Brenda asked, angrily as she thought he liked her.
Thomas didn't reply, his hands fisted on the bed as Brenda got his silent answer. He never stopped.