Chapter 24 #2
Without warning, he softly brushes his lips against mine.
That’s all it takes to tip me over the edge, as flames inside me rise to a full-on inferno.
More, I need more. All my emotions are spiraling through my body in different directions as they intensify.
I can feel my chest heaving, our breaths mingling with each other.
His lips crash into mine, and I know I’m not the only one feeling this.
His tongue parts my lips as I let him in.
His delicious strokes deepen the kiss as a moan slips from my throat.
I slide my hand up behind his neck, and my fingers twist through his dark mane, gripping tightly.
A low growl chases past his breaths as he walks me backward until we are pressed against the battered wall of the room.
Shavings of old paint and wallpaper release and drift lazily to the ground.
Before I can take in the reality of where we are again, his hands roam past the slit of my skirt.
I buck slightly in anticipation. He lightly brushes his fingers against the soaked thin layer of fabric, keeping him from his destination. A futile barrier, as he moves it to the side. His fingers easily slide in, and his thumb works my clit as I gasp.
“Myssa,” he drags out like a desperate plea.
I can’t speak. The sensations he’s causing to pulse through me…it’s too much. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched in this way, and it takes only a few minutes before I’m panting, feeling the urge to teeter over the edge.
His other hand slowly trails up my back, his hand gripping my hair and angling for me to give him access as his kisses move up the side of my neck.
I feel his teeth playfully nipping at the lobe of my ear, and a low growl comes from his throat.
Desperation laces his tone when he says, “Come for me, Myssa”, and I tip right over the edge, seeing stars.
He crashes his mouth to mine again, swallowing my moans of the pleasure he has gifted me with.
After retrieving his hand, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean, slowly taunting me.
His stare is primal as he pins me against the wall again, and this time I wrap my legs around him, his hard length grinding me, and I can’t get enough of the friction as he starts to work me up again.
Every stroke of him pushing himself against me isn’t enough.
I need more. I need him—all of him. His mouth on mine again is making me savage for his touch.
I need this. I need the connection of him deep inside me.
The sensation becomes overpowering, and the weightlessness pushes us back through the frequency to our world.
Without warning, I hear the music again, and he’s behind me, just like we were when we left.
I turn around to look at him, but something has changed, as he takes a small step back—enough for me to ache for his touch.
He runs his hands through his hair, and when he looks back at me, the desire that once was there is gone.
The crushing blow of what I see now is too much to take.
A look of regret fills his face. His eyes tell me that this was a mistake, this wasn’t supposed to happen. And I can feel the tears of rejection start to build up behind my eyes, but I refuse to let him see it.
“Myssa, I—”
“No, Zayne, it’s cool, we’re cool.” I stumble backwards a little bumping into another person and excuse myself as I turn towards the stairs.
“Myssa, wait…” I hear him shout.
But the tears are overflowing now, the rejection is overwhelming, and my heart hurts in a way it shouldn’t. I just fucking met him. Why is this ache so intense? I can’t breathe.
I can see Vix looking at me, her smile instantly turning to concern.
“Babe, are you ok?” she shouts.
“Can I have my purse, please?” I say, knowing I must look like a mess by now, barely able to make coherent sentences.
She hands me my purse. “I’ll text you when I get off of work,” she says.
I nod. It’s all I can muster as I run to the elevator. The doors open, and I’m grateful for the perfect timing as I keep my face down. I go to walk in, but I’m stopped by a wall of a man.
“Hey, Mys…” but just like Vix, Knox’s smile turns to concern. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I’m ok. I'll talk to you later,” I say, hitting the button. I can’t look at him, but I can feel him watch me as the doors close.
“FUCK,” I shout, letting out the frustration of what just happened, and the realization that I’m staying at fucking Zayne’s.
How am I going to face him after this? I should have known.
Why is this even a surprise? He got carried away in the moment, in a world that only seems to exist in our minds, while our bodies are here.
Why does this always happen to me? Rejected yet again, and the sad part is, I know he’s attracted to me.
But here we go, Myssa’s needs once again put on the back-burner for the greater good.
Always for Nik’s needs, or my mother’s constant ridicule, and now all of this.
Why am I not allowed to be selfish and have this for fucking me?
When the doors open, I rush out, and I can’t catch my breath.
I shove through people to get out the door, and I hear someone call my name, but I can’t look at anyone.
I’m too raw, too exposed. The cool air of the night hits me, and I take a second to breathe it in.
I gotta get out of here. I turn and walk down the sidewalk, trying to clear my head.