Playing With Fire
It is an unhealthy obsession, a dark desire conjured from the deepest, most carnal recesses of her traitorous mind.
The ardent feeling of his soft lips meeting roughly against her own as his strong hands grasp her firmly by the hips before drawing her to him and pushing her onto the wall leaving no chances of escape.
The heavy wetness of his tongue as it descends so ever slowly down the muscles of her neck, wallowing in the torture he provokes that makes her body shudder in delight.
The electric pressure of his fingers gently traveling up her body mapping over it as if yearning for a reward that only comes with the sweet melody of her moans.
The heat radiating off his skin wholly consuming her like a furnace in their intimate embrace as she struggles to take breath into her heaving lungs. His hard flesh unbending as her nails explore unabashedly.
It's a drug, so powerful and addicting it frightens her how much she craves it. The indecency of her relationship with this boy corrupting her with a desire and ecstasy she had no idea existed.
His eyelids open to reveal black pearls, and as they gaze directly at her, so beautiful and so intense colored with nothing but hunger and lust for everything that she is, all that manages to grace her thoughts is how this situation came to be about. How she, the shy 'innocent wallflower' fell to this pit of fire and pleasure she had long since surrendered herself to.
It all had started with a little play they had been asked to perform at their school festival about six months before, funnily enough.
A quite cliched romantic story adapted from a work of literature they had been given for assignment that same year, the tale of two young star-crossed lovers bearing the fates of their families amidst the chaos of war.
It was a selfish desire to share the stage with the only boy she had ever loved that led to her audition for the role of protagonist. She had managed overcome her timid personality with the hope that his beautiful blue eyes would finally see her.
He, she would later find out, only auditioned for a request from the play organizer who was a friend of his guardian to help out with collecting funds for the school.
No one but her had been surprised when she had ultimately been chosen for the role. Her friend Shino had explained that in the eyes of the student body she was seen as a graceful girl with delicate pristine skin and a pair of pale violet eyes that radiated kindness and demure. The results had been unanimous.
Despite how flattering it was to hear such complements her insecurities always managed to remind her of how plain and uninteresting she was to her own eyes.
Even as she struggled to become courageous and overcome her timidity, she was not able to hide her nervousness or fright when she learned He had been chosen as her lead partner.
A boy who seemed to have everything and nothing all at once.
Blessed in looks, smarts, and physical aptitude the boy had managed to grasp everyone's attention and regard almost effortlessly.
Yet for as many skills and the magnetic presence he possessed, he had a quiet, somewhat anti-social personality that vexed everyone around him.
He was a beautiful boy in every sense of the word, unbelievably sharp and talented but he had no friends to speak of, his eyes did not brighten with joy and his lips never formed a smile. It occurred to her one morning as she witnessed a starry-eyed girl's confession be rejected with the most gelid dismissal that she could never possibly come to love someone like him.
Thus, having to share rehearsals with the boy only brought uncomfortable feelings and anxiety.
Not surprisingly, he turned out to be a very amazing actor. Their scenes followed smoothly and naturally as they immersed themselves in the roles they'd been given.
It wasn't until they arrived at the final scene that they truly found complications. "A kiss that should look believable, enjoyable, natural."
Her shyness managed to halt their progress and they weren't able to continue the rehearsals in public.
Her embarrassment alluded to her inexperience and she pleaded for him to let the rehearsals for this scene be private. He, as tranquil as ever, agreed quite easily.
Their first kiss had been but a mere brush of the lips, soft and hesitant while they absorbed the experience of being so close to one another.
Her skin had turned a tinted pink as she retracted slowly, his warmth and breathing still reaching her own.
It had been chaste, and it managed to hasten her heartbeat beyond control but very different to what she had imagined before. The fact that she had done it with someone other than the one treasured within heart submerged her with guilt, and a sad corner her mind had to say goodbye to the innocent dream of the little girl she had once been. After a brief moment of pause, she managed to brush aside the feeling in favor of directing her gaze to his.
His dark eyes held her as if waiting for her to follow along.
Her palms fell softly onto his jacket as she held his shoulders before she closed the distance so her lips brushed once more with his.
The second time was less hesitant yet she was surprised as the palm of his hand softly caressed her cheek, her eyes that had previously shut unexpectedly opened to question for his intentions.
A look she was not fully able to understand crossed with hers and she felt the skin on her neck and face start warming up again.
Her heart increased in rhythm as it palpitated erratically against her ribcage, the breath on her lungs sequestered momentarily.
It was a look she did not recognize, full of intensity and pitch-black fire so fervent it threatened to consume her.
His upper lip softly brushed against hers before capturing it in a tender embrace, suckling lightly on her flesh with unforeseen delicacy.
Her eyes shut as shivers traveled warmly down her spine, a breathless gasp leaving her lips in the surprise of that new feeling of heat and restlessness willing her to pursue it, willing for her body to comply.
Her grip tightened in his jacket before she parted with his lips resting her head against his chest, yearning with all her might to calm herself.
It was but a touch of their lips, a brush of their skin, not something that should be even remotely significant.
And yet, it felt like her entire body was in flames, indecent, sinful thoughts crossing through her mind unimpeded. Of his lips, pressing against places she had never even entertained.
She was interrupted when his hands once more grasped her by the cheeks and turned her to face him. That gaze centered on her now, they only thing she could describe it as, was a deep primal hunger.
His lips descended upon hers anew and before her mind fully processed her actions her lithe arms had slid eagerly around his neck.
This kiss was not chaste, his lips demanding, pressing roughly against hers as if intending to devour her.
Her self-control vanished and her body moved on its own accord, her lips responding just as enthusiastically to his, suckling on his flesh and trying to fill herself with all that was him.
His tongue entering her mouth left her shuddering with a feeling that completely muddled her mind, her knees trembling in desire as an uncomfortable warmth filled her loins forcing her to rub herself against his form, searching, yearning for something she could not name.
His large frame seemed suddenly so sturdy, her fingers sliding down his pectorals unable to stop her digits from feeling the hardened flesh hiding beneath his clothes.
A moan involuntarily left her lips and she was roughly shoved against the wall of the room, his hands trembling as they held her waist as if trying to hold back.
It was a frenzied, amalgam of warmth and skin and flesh and tongues that filled her with pleasure to her core.
All too suddenly his hands left her hips and slammed on the wall behind her, their lips parting as he straightened himself and regained his breath.
A moment passed. Reason finally returned to her and she lifted her hand to her lips hastily covering them, her breathing harsh and heart pumping erratically as she realized what she had done.
Filled with embarrassment and dread, she quickly escaped from beneath his arms and left the empty classroom in which they'd been rehearsing in, too mortified to even look at the boy she had left alone inside.
Once she had arrived to her home that day, she surrendered herself to sleep with tears running down her eyes, a mix of confusion, shame and embarrassment haunting her as the entire experience repeated itself in her thoughts.
She had no idea what had possessed her body to react in such a way, to abandon sanity and reason in favor of that blissful sensation that left her gasping for more. How terrible of her, to kiss so hungrily and obscenely with someone who was not her boyfriend, with someone she did not love.
To have such filthy thoughts about a boy she had barely just met. It scared her. It scared her so profoundly to know how much she craved them, how much she immersed herself in them.
Because the truth that was hidden deep within herself was that she had wanted to prolong that last kiss, she had wanted to keep feeling his strong arms holding her hips, to taste his tongue as it hungrily explored her mouth. She had wanted it so badly she was not sure she would have stopped if he hadn't.
These feelings were supposed to be reserved for the boy with the blue eyes and wild golden locks, the one she had loved her entire life and not this man who had just suddenly arrived into it.
Their rehearsals ended that day, the play organizer having acquiesced after she assured him they weren't necessary any longer.
The weeks passed and she opted in favor of ignoring him completely, determined to forget the entire ordeal.
The day of the play finally arrived and despite her nervousness and mortification, she managed to seamlessly fall into the role that was given to her. Their kiss at the end of the play was barely a touch of the lips, a prolonged instance of time filled with the innocent love that the prince and the princess held for each other.
They received a standing ovation and she truly believed that would be their conclusion, the disappointment hiding in the corners of her heart aggressively dismissed.
She should've known what kind of man was hiding beneath that porcelain exterior.
The day had not even ended when he, as she sat wiping the tinted cream off her face in their designated make-up room, entered inside before closing the door behind him with a soft click.
His figure remained standing against the door when she finally met his eyes, the same emotionless mask adorning his features unable to hide the fire pulsing within his gaze.
It was not love, those indecent sinful feelings that compelled her to stand and approach his form, to lose herself in fantasies of flesh, to welcome his lips as they reunited in hunger, this scorching fire consuming all of her thoughts and her body could not possibly relate to that pure, innocent sentiment.
It was not love, but as their tongues danced in utter pleasure, their lips yearning to embrace, her hands roaming over his back, his hands grasping her butt beneath her skirt and his hardness grinding against her center, she had to wonder to herself if it mattered any longer.
She knew was playing with fire, but as his fingers gently brushed against her center she admitted to herself, she wouldn't mind it if she burned.