《Romira》Chapter - 14
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Akira
There is a point in our life that we all face at different occasions according to situation where we have no idea or no clue for what just happened, what is happening and how to react. This is the very same moment for me when he shuts me up with his lips on mine.
All the breath is knocked out of my lungs, leaving me stunned.
Time stops.
My breathing stops.
But not my lips.
They move,
They dance,
And they respond.
I involuntarily close my eyes.
It takes me few seconds to digest the fact that Romero is actually kissing me.
And I am kissing him back.
I'm more than surprised by the softness of his firm looking lips. His tongue gently licking my lower lip, teasing me.
Definitely tease.
Oh so much tease.
I forget everything but his touch, his closeness and his smell.
And it feels good.
Oblivion, indeed is sweet.
My lips parts automatically allowing him entrance. His tongue dips inside tasting me deliberately, skillfully touching every corner of my mouth. His own mouth is tasting like fresh mint, I savor his taste.
Oh how I like it!
I feel my soul sing in pleasure and my body surrendering against his tactics.
I distantly notice when my arms unconsciously reach behind his nape to his hairs, I touch his soft silky hairs, tugging before pulling them, not so gently.
So soft like feather.
He is just so..so manly. Everything about him screams man.
A dark brooding man.
He lets out a feral growl in reaction, pulling me more closer, deeper in him. My body sense his owns hardness. His palms roaming around my body to my neck before they slide down to my cheeks, holding me firmly as the kiss turns more desperate, more demanding, more rougher and a lot more dominating, making me breathless.
And hell if I don't love it.
I have been kissed before, two times. My first kiss was stolen from me when I was in middle school by my bully, Eric and second one on prom night from the impulse of getting new experience which turned out a quite make out season but that was nothing compared to what I'm feeling currently.
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Nothing could compare it.
My whole body is feeling its impact, shaking me to my blood. He is kissing me like a dying man who just got his last drop of water. He is not just kissing me, he is worshiping my lips with his own, saying more for him than he could ever speak of.
I sense his vulnerability, loneliness and emptiness in it.
My all defences goes in vain. All confidence shreds away. Its just me, totally wrapped in a one lustful moment. I want more. I crave for more. My body, betraying my every instincts, is begging him for more.
Please,
Don't stop.
At this moment, I can't think of anything else apart from him. His eyes. His face. His lips. His body. Everything about him. My mind is filled with nothing but him.
I don't want to think about anything else.
No sense.
No theory.
No fact.
Not even our past encounters.
Nothing matter at this second. Its just me, him and our kiss. My own lips is moving ferociously against his, matching the depth of its intensity. His kisses me harder, fiercer and greedily.
It is good.
So good.
I feel it.
Deep in soul.
A sudden sound escapes me, freezing me on my movement.
What the hell?
Reality like a bucket of cold water is poured over me.
Oh my god!
What am I doing?
I'm kissing him like a wanton woman, like a desperate girl.
Like he said.
Grasping the thin thread of remaining control, like my life dependent on it, before it too vanishes in thick air leaving me here for drowning and taking my every ounce of control. I push him but he doesn't stop. He keeps kissing me yanking me further to him. Sustains on his Sucking, teasing, biting. My restrain is once again slipping through my palm. My persona further more wants to loose in oblivion. I try to hold on it with everything I have.
"You are not pretty enough."
I blink open my eyes without any struggle as his words come back to haunt me out of nowhere.
"You're looking like a girl who is basically desperate for attention or are you?"
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This time, I push him hard, hard enough to make him stumble, "No!" a shout erupts me, startling us both.
How could I?
Shaking my head, I brush his hands away from me, taking a step back, "I....I c..can't." I choke out.
I gasp for air, taking deep hard breath before I glance at him. His eyes full of an emotion, pupil dilated. Is it lust? Or something else? I can't figure out. His lips are swollen and red, probably reflecting mine, showing urgency of our kiss.
Other than that he doesn't seem to have any other effect. His breathing is normal, but I know he is as much affected by it. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who felt that, the connection. It was there and it still is here as we gaze into each others eye. He is watching me intensely, hungrily as if they want to deliver some message or a promise that he doesn't speak.
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I puff some air, "It was,"
amazing,
exquisite,
dazzling,
breathtaking,
"A mistake." I let out a lie, without so much of thinking, looking straight in those grey orbs.
I don't have any explanation why I said it. Maybe I've said it to get any reaction or to hurt him, if it meant anything to him. Or maybe I've said it protect myself, not wanting to fall in his same old sick game. Or maybe because I wanted to show him that he doesn't effect me. I don't really know but I know one thing that the kiss wasn't mistake.
It was anything but mistake. At least to me it wasn't.
I felt everything in it.
His demeanor changes in a flash, he turns stiff. His eyes instantly lose all its intensity of the unknown emotion turning into a icy hard pair of dark grey shade or almost back in colour, palms curling in tight fist, indicating he is beyond angry, before his whole form changes in his passive one's. Nothing is readable through any part.
Not knowing what is going on in his mind is scary thing. It is terrifying.
"So fucking true," he starts in his deep husky voice, that sends shivers throughout my body but I keep my self compose, not giving away a single fact. "It was my worst fucking Mistake!" Spitting the last word, he takes a two step toward me, glaring me draggers, "A Mistake." Shoving past me, he stomp out of the door, slamming it behind him.
No!
I want to shout at him and tell him that it wasn't a mistake, that it was everything but I am to stunned to say anything.
Shut it!
It was mistake!
I know it was not a mistake and I also know that he knows it too.
So why did he say it was his biggest mistake? My conscience mocks me.
Its not!
It can't be.
I let out a ragged breath, my hand reaches to my loud thumping heart, rubbing it tightly to relax. I move to balcony, gripping side walls tightly as I force myself to not panic, blinking back the tears, I don't recall when they emersed, I straighten myself.
What just happened?
One minute we were kissing so passionately like beggars and next we were growling at each other.
"Gahh!" I puff out a frustrating sound, feeling drained from any energy. I don't think I've enough energy to even cry. I just want to go back and sleep in oblivion.
Sensing some of my control is back, I turn back to go down and find others. Stepping inside, I look at crowded hallway, I stride past them in search of washroom before going downstairs.
A pained cry leaves me as my arm is painfully yanked, dragging me aside a dark, empty corridor.
I open my mouth to scream but a dirty hand, of whoever behind me is, comes up, clamping it shut.
Aah!
I hear hard raspy breath of a man near back of my ears. Tears spring out when his other hand tugs my hairs hard.
Ouch!
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