Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter Six: Lust
A/N: Four out of Seven Chapters.
The very not hot hot bed scene
I love you.
Their bodies were vertically laid down on a couch, their breathing so loud, it was borderline embarrassing. Neither one cared. Her body rejected, then surrendered. His took over, passion radiating from every cell in his body. Both exposed, vulnerable, and aroused.
I love you.
She moaned, she pleaded, she demanded and he gave. She was the puppetmaster, making him move to please her, making him accelerate to grant her happiness. He was a willing puppet, filled with a free will and a soul.
I love you.
He spoke through his caresses. He spoke through his kisses. He spoke through his lidded eyes. He spoke through his tentative fingers that brushed softly against her body, touching every delicate and sacred part of her.
And she listened.
I love you.
She listened but didn't speak. She listened but did not say. She listened but refused to admit it. But he pretended to hear it. He pretended to hear it with ever kiss. He pretended to hear it through every touch. He pretended to hear it through ever moan that escaped her pouty and bruised lips.
Because he knew it was truth escaping her.
I love you.
Both exposed, both vulnerable, both hungry for something sweeter. Hungry for something more. The beads of sweat fell from each. The aroma of sweetness filled the air. Neither cared, neither believed it mattered.
I love you.
She cried such big tears. He wiped them away. She scratched him then licked away the blood. He bit, she nibbled, he laughed and chuckled. She was a woman, and he was a man.
Fullfilled. Finally complete in each other.
I love you.
Heaven was not theirs, and paradise could not last forever.
The sun would rise soon.