Okay, I just had to write one more chapter. Writer's block partially hit me like a ton of bricks, and I'm stuck with my other story. But my muse granted me enough inspiration for this chapter. Rated M, and just a hint of a plot of some sorts... kinda...

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She looked absolutely stunning tonight, dressed in a tight lace dress that ended halfway her thighs and left her back bare.
Her hair was slicked back over her slender shoulders, her make up only highlighting her high cheekbones and sultry eyes, her sensuous lips innocent pink.
She looked like a lady, so out of place between the skanks and vixens that surrounded her, and I finally understood the phrase 'Like a diamond in the sand'.
She was sitting with her friends a few tables away from me, a serene smile plastered on her beautiful face.
Every now and then she would nod, or her smile would grow wider, but I could tell that she wasn't really paying any attention to them, lost in her thoughts, her full glass forgotten between her slender fingers.
I frowned briefly when I glanced at the bruises on her arms.
I hated seeing the marks others left on her smooth skin.
She was mine to mark, and mine alone.

One month had passed since that night at the Chasm, and somehow we had managed to come to a mutual understanding that was working perfectly well for the both of us.
She knew that I didn't do love, but I had no qualm admitting that I was madly in lust with her.
I enjoyed spending my nights with her, exploring and discovering every perfect curve and slope of her delicious little body.
I lived for hearing her whimpering moans and encouraging screams reverberating from the black walls of my apartment.
I wasn't interested in others any more – she was the only weakness I had allowed myself to have.
And as far as I knew, she wasn't interested in other guys, which was the best part.
I didn't like to share what was mine.

I tore my eyes away from her and took a moment to look around.
The club was packed and all around me black-clad people were swaying and dancing on the hypnotic almost seductive techno music, the atmosphere energetic and electrifying, and heavy with anticipation one could only feel on a Saturday night.
My eyes wandered back to her, and the smallest of smirks tugged at my lips while excitement rippled through me when I saw that she had finally noticed me.
Her expression was empty, eerily mimicking my own, but her smouldering eyes told me everything I needed to know.
I nodded into the direction of the entrance, and she smiled briefly.
I rose slowly and watched her saying something to the guy beside her while she slid gracefully off her barstool, and caught a glimpse of her bare back.

I licked my lips slowly while my cock twitched enthusiastically.
Usually I would be the first to leave since we didn't want to rouse any suspicion, but tonight I found it hard to tear my eyes away from her as she weaved her way towards me with sensual rolling hips.
She stopped in front of me, her eyes studying mine, a gentle smile on those pouty lips I wanted to taste so badly again.
My nostrils flared when I breathed in her scent, heady and alluring, and so uniquely hers.
Mesmerised I watched her parting her luscious pink lips, and my treacherous body betrayed me when arousal surged through me and numbed my rationality.

I was going to kiss her, claim her, right there and then, no longer giving a fuck who was watching us or where we were.
No more hiding, no more waiting till nightfall – to hell with that shit.
All my life I had lived by the strict rules bestowed upon me by others – why would I continue confining myself further with restrictions?

I pulled her against me, gently stroking her curves and caressing the smooth skin of her bare back, and looked deep into her eyes.
She saw what I wanted - what I needed – to do and smiled, nodding her consent while she slowly wound her arms around my waist and neck, pulling me into a kiss that left me breathless and desperate for more.
I shuddered when her hand brushed over the buzz on the back of my head and I pressed her closer against me as we devoured each other, driven by a desperate need to merge with her right there and then.
She moaned against my lips and I responded with a low growl, my teeth grazing her lower lip when she slowly let go of me.
She smirked at me, and I grinned back as my hand found hers and our fingers entwined.
I led her out of the club, smirking smugly at the people who were staring at us with their mouths agape, their fear for me momentarily forgotten.

We would neither make it to my apartment nor hers, and even the short distance to the Chasm seemed suddenly an impassable excursion, so I pulled her into an alcove close to the entrance of the club, and pushed her against the wall of the small dark place.
With a savage growl that almost tore my vocal cords asunder I grabbed her silky hair, jerked her head back, and latched my mouth onto her exposed neck, biting and sucking her soft skin frantically.
She hissed in pain while her hands flew to my crotch and began unbuttoning my pants, releasing the other beast from its confinement.
My lips never left hers when I gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up with ease, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist.

I pressed her against the rough-hewn wall, barely giving her a chance to prepare herself for the onslaught that was about to descend upon her.
I tasted her scream in my mouth when I entered her with one hard thrust.
Her teeth clamped down on my tongue, and I rewarded her brave attempt to punish me with another teeth-shattering thrust when I tasted my own blood.
I smirked when she cried out again, grabbing her perfect ass and shifting her until her knees where resting in the crook of my arms.
I sank deeper into her, and closed my eyes, absolutely loving the feelings she managed to provoke in me with every part of herself.

But it also absolutely and utterly terrified me – because it was during these moments that I finally understood what heaven must be like.
I pressed my forehead against her and surrendered myself to her, done with thinking and analysing and rationalising and leading.
I just wanted to feel.
She shivered against me, kissing me gently in between soft moans, while I fucked her slowly.
Time became meaningless and the world seized to exist around us until she became my universe, my everything, my all.
"I love you," she breathed, her voice so pure and fragile, and suddenly I found myself on top of a tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure that rippled through my groin and the rest of my body like wildfire.

Her name escaped my lips in a whimpering moan when the tension became unbearable, and my release hit me without remorse when I whispered those words back to her.