Dear Z,

Were we ever able to fulfill this sin we created with our hands?

Were we ever able to risk it with our mouths?

Were we ever able to avoid it with our smells?

Were we ever done?

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"Let me go!" I clench my teeth. Rain pouring in a canopy of droplets over us, that tasted of cloud and sky.

He was so huge, daunting over me. The neck of his t-shirt was torn down, exposing just a slight of his burly chest. His skin was golden and sun-kissed tan. So smooth and yet so rough.

His hair was sopping wet, long black stands of it fell over his eyebrow. Water droplets running down his hard stone face. His prominent cheekbones were layered with smallest of the cuts. Short barely there prickly hair shadowed his jawline. His lips thinned.

This look will forever stay with me. Every span of his attention was on me. He couldn't stop watching me. He had me in his captive. He had me within his control. He could do anything right about now...and I only wonder if I would stop it.

Something happened with Z before he came running across and found me, sitting numbly on the trunk. I had nothing to do all day and everyone was busy. I thought a walk out in the forest would do me good.

I was sure wrong. He seems more agitated per usual. If not but more frustrated. I have seen and worn that look a lot in my life. It's recognizable.

What I really didn't get was why had I become his punching bag. It was obvious he wanted to take it out on me. The fall I had to bear. Why did I need to take it? Why was it always me? I should feel anger but I feel curiosity too.

My thoughts flee when he licks his lips to catch the drop that was hanging on his sexy tilt of his upper lip.

I moan out, unconsciously.

At that, his eyes grew hungry and dark. His brows were furrowed and drawn tight. The once brownie eyes were now dark molten chocolate ones, which flickered down from my face to my chest. He held my wrists locked in his left. His right yanked my jacket to him, his fingers catching the steel metal zip.

I swallow as he slowly unzips me, spreading the lapels of my leather jacket just enough that the bare swells of my breasts were exposed.

My hips rock and confound it, his eyes zaps at their movement. His mouth subtly parts. Anticipation sliced the air in between us. My gaze dropped down low to where I spotted a shadow of his bulge in his shorts.

The sight of it had me reeling in arousal and mischief. Naughtiness and seduction muddled my clear thoughts of warning this off. It fogged my need to think rationally.

"What are you thinking right now?" I ask, bravely.

His tone was forbidden as he looked at me. "Dirty thoughts."

"How dirty?" I flirted back, my chest rising faster with each beat.

"So dirty you'll scream running for the hills."

"Will you let me?" I challenged him. "Will you let me run for the hills?"

The only answer I hear is his silent need for deep breaths. He was drinking me in, taking my curves in.

I push back a little, he is a mountain, unmovable in response. I get nothing back. I held my breath to speak again when he tugs off his t-shirt.

My mouth falls open, as streaks of mud which has managed to strike across his taut muscles of eight packs. They drizzle with rain droplets and I suddenly wish I had a camera to capture this moment and freeze it forever. I was so dazed by the sight that it took me a while to realize he was tying my hands with his clothes.

"What the-" I cut off when he ties my wrists with a double tight knot behind my back as I lie flat with my palms pressed under me. It dawns on me that I'm bare to him. Open to him and I couldn't do anything to protect myself.

I was scared and excited.

"What should happen if I did this?" His deep husky voice envelopes me. I gulp again, audibly when he flashes me a devilish smirk. My heart pounds faster.

He rips open my jacket, my boobs out littered with rain water sprinkling over them. My nipples harden like bullets to their core. My hips rocking with need.

He bites his bottom lip. "Look at these." His eyes feasted on my tits as if imprisoning them to his memory. His hand skated above and across my waist to my hips, feather light touching and I held my breath, waiting for him to grab me. Instead, his fisted hands dug into the ground on either side of my tilted hips.

When I couldn't take it, I taunted back. "Are you gonna just look? Too scared to touch me?"

His eyes flashed in vexation. "Why would I be scared?"

I rolled my hips, beckoning him. "I don't know. You tell me."

His head tilted to the side, the dark eye brow raised and he watched me like a damn hawk.

"You are so sexy..." He bend his head till his lips were right there. An inch away from mine. Heat swirls in my stomach, making my clit throb.

I raise my chin, trying to catch his lips but he rears back, giving me a dirty smirk. My own gaze narrows and he stares right back.

"You would let me, wouldn't you?" He teases me.

"Hmm?" My voice going silent all of a sudden.

"You would just let me take you on this dirt, huh? Spread you and take that pussy of yours?"

I moan out louder, loving every filthy word that hushes out of his gruff rough mouth. "Yeah Rose? You'll let me do whatever I want with you?"

I squirmer, my hips stirring in round little circles. Needing sometime to ground my weeping clit at. He was teasing me! Taking me to the edge and letting me just dangle!

He grabs my waist and hoists me up, forcing me on my knees and my breasts are in level with his mouth. I gasp, trying to not fall but my hands were tied behind me and I was in full exposure to him. My knees feels the squishy dirt under me. My hands fisting open and close.

It made my chest cave. My thighs tightening together, they rub against each other.

"Fuck, Rose. You are fucking with my head." But he again leans further down, but I startle when he licks around my hardened nipples. Before I could tell him to get his lips exactly where I needed it, he latches his delicious mouth onto my nipple, sucking and pulling at the taut flesh with his teeth.

"Z... Yes." I let out a needy moan, my eyes rolling close in pleasure. He grasps my other nipple with his forefinger and twists sending shocks through me.

My head falls back, greedy whimpers leaving my mouth. His tongue swirls around, lapping at them each. His hand cradled her breast, holding me in place as he drags my nipple out by his teeth.

In the back of my head, I thought I heard something and instinctively, I whisper. "We can't..."

He doesn't listen to me, knowing my pleas were rubbish. He just kept sucking the pebbled flesh, fingers digging into my sensitive skin. I arch into him and he switches between my breasts, suckling and pulling at my nipples. Nipping at them.

"Fuck..."

My eyes flutter open as I feel his mouth trail up my collarbone, to my throat. I ground my hips in circles as he kisses my jaw, nibbling it. Intense whirls of desire pools in my abdomen. The magnitude of it so high. He yanks me to him, making his rock like chest flush against my tits.

He groans at the contact. "Rose."

My names was like a curse on his lips. A sweet deadly curse. And at that moment, our eyes ensnared in a lockdown. It's just like that that makes my palms sweaty. My body pulses which had been reacting to this animalistic-ally transitions into something I'm trying to find a name to put it to. The truth is- I can't find it.

It's getting hot in here. Even with the stupid rain drops getting heavier over us. The sound of the thunder flashing and the streaking of a light crackles in the sky reflecting my feelings right now! We should stop what we were doing and head back inside but we were frozen to our spot.

His hand reaches up and when his thumb touches my cheek, my breath hitches. Oh God. Save me.

The second his lips touches mine, I am caught off guard. His taste of something sweet like peppermint patty and toxic and druggy. Eyes dropping close, his eye lashes resting down and my mouth parts with no remorse. With its own mind. It's own volition.

Taking full advantage, Z slips his tongue inside, and it intertwines with mine. Heat unfurls and uncurls from its claws and drags its nails across my insides. He snarls smoothly from the back of his throat. It jolts through me.

He angles my head, his hand reaching the back of my neck and his tongue eagerly explores me but...it was getting too much. Too much to be just physical. Too much that tears pricked at corner of my eyes.

I pull back. His molten eyes flicker open. The darkness residing in them calls to me but the panic rising in my throat when I feel myself being pulled to him in way I hadn't expected helps me take a stand.

I suck in a shaky breath. "I should go." I say in a wobbly tone while I topple on my feet as I stand and the color of tomatoes flush my cheeks when I catch his glare on my heaving free breasts.

I turn around sharply, my hands shaking and clawing it's way out of the bound. Somehow I manage to disentangle it and I run, throwing his t-shirt on the ground and my hands zipping up my jacket.

I think my heart just fell out.