Celeste;
I'd let down my guard. And the price I have to pay for that is expensive.
"Fuck." His jaw hard, eyes turning blazing sharp as he peels from me and prowls towards the brewing commotion.
—After giving me my first orgasm.
"Don't fucking go anywhere." And he leaves me there, with the weight of my sin, chasing after the high that still muddies my senses despite the screams and the sharp echoes of gunshots. Danger misting and corroding the air.
Yet all I still feel is his lips on my skin, the heat of his breath as he rasps into my ears.
I haven't quite come to terms with reality. Is this how an orgasm feels?
I remember how he left—how he cursed the moment the screams tore through the distance. His hands slipped from my waist and the warmth of his thigh vanished, snuffed out just like that.
