LANA HAD A REASON FOR everything and once again did I mistake love for desperation. This idea became apparent as Lana pushed me against a wall roughly, attacking my lips in hunger. I press my arms against her chest in attempt to push her away, but after a few tries I gave in.

Gone is the levitating feeling, gone is the tender kisses and gone is the soft gaze.

Her arms that once felt like a sanctuary, morphed into a lion's den. Her tongue claims my mouth within seconds, while her hand grips onto my breast like it's the only thing keeping her alive. There's not a sliver of space between us, and I can feel every inch of her.

"No," I whisper so quietly underneath my breath, I'm not even sure I heard it. The second Lana's breathtaking lips touch my neck, the hair on my arms stick up. Her glacial fingertips slide underneath my shirt, engraving her fingernails inside my back. In the blink of an eye, she rips away my shirt causing the little dignity I had to escape. She pulls away with a soul-crashing smirk, pulling me to a place I had buried deep in my mind.

The plain white door resurfaced the screams, the guided hands covering every inch of me and the pressure building up in my crotch stripping me of my innocence. Lana opens the door of horrors and the room hasn't changed since I was last here. The antique elephant still stood in the same place, just watching never moving. The intimidating bookshelf stood at the further corner of the room. Those beige sheets made my skin crawl on sight, the same ones I held onto for support. Support I never had to begin with.

The room is suffocating to say the least, but it's nothing compared to how Lana made me feel. I lay myself on the bed, letting myself sink deeper into the sheets as if it were quicksand. She lines herself on top of my body perfectly,
as if we were meant for each other.

And maybe we were, two wrecked souls pulled together by sullen mistakes. She unclasps my bra like many times before and bites her bottom lip lustfully. She leans into me, so excruciatingly slow, never breaking eye contact. Lana comes down on me and the instant she touches me my skin ignites.

Her lips are venom against my skin, so alluring yet numbing. My nipple is in between her teeth and my head tilts back in distorted pleasure. Her index finger pacifies the wound on my stomach, making me fall deeper into my own grave.