The knock on the door startled her. Although she had hoped for it, she had not expected it. She stood on her tip toes to peer through the peep hole and could see that it was him. She couldn't believe it, that he had actually come.
Part of her had known he could not refuse, could not turn his back on what they had. Another part of her knew that it was killing him to come here, to be with her. Killing what he was inside, going against everything he believed in and still, he was here.
She opened the door half way expecting him to have gone, perhaps never to have been there at all, only a delicious figment of her imagination. But he was there, standing so tall, almost towering above her. Her head fell back, traveling up his chest to his face; his dark eyes filled with so much anger and lust and longing. Her eyes opened wider, drinking in the beautiful creature now standing in front of her. He was even more in person than she could have ever imagined, his strength and power poured from his brown eyes into hers.
Still, she stood with the door open, unmoving. He pushed her gently back into the room, closing the door behind him. She could barely breathe, the air suddenly too thick in the room. She noticed he was having the same problem, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the small space between them. Neither spoke, yet so much was said as their eyes remained locked and he brought his tall body against hers, pressing her against the wall.
His hand rose, his fingers traced her cheekbone, one finger slid between her moist lips and she suckled it, taking him for the first time into her body as she had dreamed of so many times before. His finger curled, opening her mouth to him before he brought his lips to hers, kissing her gently around his finger but not removing it. His tongue delved into her mouth, coaxing her own with his sweet stabs. Her eyes closed, her soul soared and her tongue left its warm refuge to dance with his. His finger curled deeper, opening her mouth to him, his hand slid from her face to her neck, pinning her against the wall as he claimed her mouth with his completely.
His breath was her breath, every move orchestrated to perfection by him. He swallowed her breath and returned it, she took him into her lungs and held him there. He grew more urgent, pressing her harder into the wall. She felt his anger and responded to it, her hands clinching in his shirt, pulling him to her. He turned his head, angling his mouth over hers, touching the roof of her mouth with his tongue before probing even deeper, moaning as he took more and more. Her moans echoed his, her hips pressed against his and she trembled when she felt his solid need for her there. He lifted his face but didn't release his hold on her neck, peering down into her eyes, searching for something there, something only he could find.
"Damn you Kyrie, damn you for doing this to me."
