| CHAPTER SIX |

I find your bedroom on the first try. The door hangs on frayed hinges, room filled with nothing more than a bed and singular suitcase. Your sheets are tousled, pillows neatly aligning the head of the bed and I no longer have to imagine you naked and swallowed by the red satin. My shirt comes off first, jacket abandoned on your staircase and I try not to push too much into your touch. Your fingers are fast, calculated, branding me with each calloused swipe and I fall to the bed quickly like a house of cards in the wind.

The weight of you is crushing, all encompassing and I let my head fall back as you graze my neck with your teeth. The edges sink into me, drawing blood to the surface but never truly breaking me. And I want you too, more than anything. I want you to break me over and over again.

The edge of your tongue dances along the seam of my ear, fingers pulling at the button my jeans. I grapple with your shirt, huffing when it catches on the golden tuffs on your head. I throw it to the ground, scrape down your chest until you hiss at me to stop then drag your mouth back onto mine. The stench of nicotine lingers behind a veil of mint and your jeans hit the ground before my own. You're hard, dragging against my naked thigh, but don't let me touch you.

"Be patient," you tell me, tauntingly sweet as you pull away. I watch as you drape yourself across the bed, burrow your head in the pillows like a saint laid to rest. Your body is devilish though, pure sin as I crawl over you and settle between warmed thighs, hand laying down on a thudding heart beat. "You'll have me in due time."

I scoff at those words. We both know there is nothing but time between us, a void that grows nothing but longer after each touch. I run my tongue along the side of your throat, bury my teeth into flesh and snap until you're shaking against me, begging for more. When I pull back, your eyes are pools of darkness, black lust masquerading as true emotion as I sink my hands lower. You don't tell me to stop so I don't. I slide my hands over the most intimate part of you and commit myself to the pleasures it will bring.

Hot breath fans my neck when I finally sink inside you, fingers loosely entwined as I take one of the few things in life I can afford from you. The sound you make echoes in my brain until all other sensations are lost. I open my eyes, staring down at the awed look that breaks across your face. A burning red rushes from your checks, staining the tops of your chest and shoulders and I lap at the river of sweat that breaks along your neck.

"Move already," you hiss and I take the smiting for what it is. A need for punishment, one I'm not sure I'm willing to give to you. You open your eyes, narrow them on my face as though trying to read anything but pure bliss from my expression. I finally have you again, and you're already ready to pull away. To push me away. I bite back the acid that pools in my throat and bow my head. You drag a hand through my hair and pull, taking with it a gasp from deep within my lungs. "I said, move."