Written for the 100 stories under 100 words challenge by ErynPotter.
I used the prompt Stop.
Word-count: 92
Narcissa was ashamed. She felt filthy.
But she couldn't stop. It was impossible.
She needed Astoria. Everything about her.
Her smiles. Her carefree laughs.
Narcissa couldn't stop looking. Glaring. Staring.
Touching. Kissing. Biting. Tearing. Licking. Sucking. Loving.
Her vile love made her stomach dance. Bubble. Lope.
She couldn't live without it, even though it haunted her.
Disgusted her.
Damn. It teased her.
Narcissa's hands slided up and down Astoria's bare back. Then she stopped. Stared out in space. Seemed to have the world of trouble.
"Don't stop", Astoria said.
"I never will."