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LAUREN

Another Week Later…

The longer that I stood looking out the window, the stronger the pull was to him. The shirt that barely covered my body irritated my skin, making me hyper-aware of any and everything. Needy. The breeze that should have soothed my skin as it rushed through the window only helped to sensitize it. My hair blew this way and that as my scalp breathed, searching for his fingers. Ones that weren’t really there. Flames danced along my body and the heat was too hot to contain, too hot not to extinguish.

Light whimpers more than indicated that I was closer to the edge of sexual insanity. I’d gone six whole nights, seven whole days maxing my body to the breaking point. He’d made me tease myself until I was on the verge of an orgasm as many times a day as he chose. He didn’t permit me to come because I was to save that for him. Glancing at my phone only emphasized how easy it could be to just give in. I touched the glass pane and the coolness that I felt pulled the rest of my body against it, begging for that bit of relief. Though the alleviation that I craved was more satisfying, I took what I could get. Fingers trailed across my neck, down to my shoulders and I closed my eyes, wanting my own hands to be his.

Addicting, that’s what Salt was, and I needed to fight the habit I’d formed. I wasn’t afraid to be his everything, and he wasn't afraid to tell me what he desired. That was toxic, and we both knew it. My thighs squeezed in anticipation when I looked over to the phone that was lit. The message indicator was lit, and I wasn’t strong enough to walk away. I opened the message, and it displayed his name in the corner as I read words that sent me to my knees.

Salt: I need you now.

His words removed the air from the room through some sort of imaginary contraption because suddenly it was hard to breathe. There was no way that the single message had caused me to need air desperately, on my knees, shivering for a dose of… HIM. My phone had been the catalyst that set my fingers typing a quick response to the best high I’ve ever experienced. My phone beeped again, and I dropped my phone. Trembling fingers retrieved it and I stared at the words as my head swam.

Salt: I’m close.

A moan welled up from so deep inside that I felt the vibrations all over when it finally escaped my lips. I sat on the bed rocking, waiting for my next fix.

I heard the car door slam, and I bolted down the steps to meet him. Salt walked in already half undressed, threw his shirt aside, and began unbuckling his belt and pants. We met on the bottom step and the force of our bodies connecting like two magnets surged my arousal into overdrive. Needle in vein–injected with a drug so potent that I could barely stand.

Knowing his own toxicity, he braced me as lust pumped through my veins. Moaning and whimpering for more… I deepened the kiss, not caring about overdosing. Heroin had nothing on him. And to think that he hadn’t even given me the good shit yet. Salt set me on the edge of the step somewhere in the middle of the stairwell, staying between my legs. Breaking contact with his lips for the first time, I threw my head back, screaming in ecstasy as he entered me hard and fast. He pulled my hair, keeping my head anchored as he bit into my neck. Drops of the sweetest joy pooled behind closed eyes and then slid down my face. Damn, Salt was masterful.

My hips met his quivering for each thrust, and he didn’t disappoint. I cried out over and over, thanking him for enslaving my body against my will. I hated he was the only person who could make this sole act so perfect and so wrong. My sex accepted him with ease, no questions asked, while my brain told me I was doing this yet once again. Falling deeper into him.

He trailed wet kisses over my chest and growled when he encountered the fabric of my shirt. I pulled it up between us and pulled it over my head. I could see anger spike in him at having to let go of my hair even for a second. Once it was off, Salt gripped my hair harder and tighter. Fuck if it didn’t add to the sucking and licking he was doing to send me into an orgasm. That never stopped him.

I quaked and my walls pulled him in deeper and held him in tighter. Another growl from him, through the sucking of my shoulder, made his pelvis pump harder. Thunder echoed through the hall at the storm that he created. I relaxed into the tidal wave of spasms, losing count of the orgasms my body accepted and then released. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let my hair go and gripped my shoulders with both hands, pounding me so hard that the world went white as lightning struck between us. Salt’s hold was so tight that my breathing hallowed, but the act was as intimate as the deepest kiss.

Darkness surrounded me, but I knew where I was in an instant. The wind blew through the room and I stumbled to my feet to the window to reduce the chill. Leaving the window cracked, I made my way to the bathroom to assuage my bladder of its painful cry. Done with that, I stood in the mirror to wash my hands and turned on the light. Red blotches were all over my neck and shoulders. I knew some would leave temporary bruises from the injection of his willpower over me. Like a junkie in true form, shame washed over me at my behavior in the heat of the moment. And I knew I’d do it again. A figure appeared over my shoulder and I stared sin in the face.

That hum started low and worked itself into a frenzy. I turned the water off just as his body connected with mine from behind. He bent me over the sink and was back inside. All thoughts of rehabilitation left as I succumbed. The grip on the sink was more for my slipping mind while he shot me up with another dose. It’s how he kept me coming back for more. Lots of him at once until the next time that I fell prey. When we were both spent, he pulled out of me, letting his seed mark me in the dirtiest of ways, and I loved every moment. Eye contact had never ceased, so when he backed out of the bathroom to leave me to clean up what he left of his spunk, the symbolism wasn’t lost on me. When he left in the morning, I felt satisfied, but realized that I still wanted and needed more of him. But that had to end. This thing between us had to stop. It was more than it should be and I think we both knew it.

“This was the last time,” I said out loud.

That empty feeling of doubt surfaced, and I hoped like hell that I’d keep the will to survive another withdrawal spell.

“Lord, give me strength.”

I swear he was laughing at me because thunder rumbled and the strongest pour of rain washed over the city. Preparing myself for the side effects, I climbed into bed, getting under the blankets to find the sleep that I’d been missing.