06.drug
There was something dangerous in her eyes last night, something akin to a strange mixture of a devious child and a malicious adult. Her nails raking down his back, abhorring the sin they had become addicted to.
It was the addiction of pleasure, the same addiction one would have to chocolate, to the finery of upper-class life. Not a chemical need, not a dependance on the drugs... a desire to feel the sensation, to simply feel at all, to dance into the fires of Hell.
Her lips surged against his, passion shooting through every nerve in her body. Wanting him. Needing him. Craving him. His cold demeanor encouraged her, nudging her on, determined to shatter him, even if meant sacrificing herself.
Her name fell from his lips, whispered, tender, soft, the barely-spoken breath; and she purred his in response, back arching slowly, their perfect rhythm rising with the tempo-keeper of their quickening heartbeats. Her sly smile encouraged him, dragged him down deeper into the flames, closer to the inevitable crash, the pain that must always come.
And so they danced, her fingers digging against his back, his long, dusky hair drifting against her body... Both of them knowing, one false move, one single miss-step, could send them spiraling into the slow, beautiful torture they both feared and craved at the same time.
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challenges:
.must include the word "dance".
.mention of chocolate in a way other than eating.