“Yes, just as normal as it is for me to possess fire.”
Her shoulders fell, and she started to breathe.
“You can’t tell anyone else though unless we say it’s okay,” I warned her. I looked at Shawn, who nodded. The last thing we needed was for her secret to get out. It would only cause more problems for those that carried similar traits. It was easier to be off the radar.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“There are some bad people out there right now, and they will hunt you down,” I said, clasping my hands to her face.
“Okay,” she repeated, her lips pursed.
“Alright, you two had better get downstairs and get those chips before the others start questioning where you are,” said Shawn. “I just said I was stepping out for a second.” He steered us toward the elevator.
“Okay, Mr. Pushy!” I exclaimed, grabbing Kim’s hand, and pulling her inside.
“Your brother is a dream,” Kim said when the door closed.
“I like to think of him more as a nightmare. A horrible nightmare you wish you could wake up from, but you can’t,” I joked.
She grinned. When we got to the lobby, we were passed by a man with a handful of bags. We gave him a nod as we continued to the vending machine. Kim purchased her chips and instantly tore open the bag and started eating.
“It takes so much out of me when I do that,” she said, stuffing two in her mouth. She offered me some, but I politely declined.
“Well, let’s get back up there and have a wonderful evening,” I said as we climbed back into the elevator and ascended to our floor.
When we got back, we discovered that not only had our bedclothes arrived but also our food. It smelled amazing. Kim dumped her chips on the counter and ran to sit next to Shawn. I, on the other hand, opted to get out of my dress first. So, I grabbed the bag with my name on it and walked down the hall to the bedroom to change. I struggled to get the zipper of my dress down, but my arms just weren’t long enough to reach it. I was getting irritated. The girls were all eating and here I was trying to pry myself out of this dress, and it was winning.
“You need some help?” Aaron asked, coming into the room, and shutting the door behind him. I was nervous all of a sudden.
“Yeah, I can’t reach the stupid zipper,” I groaned.
He came up behind me, lifted my hair, and unzipped the back of my dress. The front instantly gave way and fell to my waist. He just stared at me when I turned around, trying to keep the front in place over my strapless bra.
“I hope that it fits,” he said hoarsely.
I don’t know what came over me as I took a step forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the dress fall to my waist. His hands felt warm on my back and shivers of pleasure shot up and down my spine. I leaned in and kissed him deeply. For some reason, I was putting everything that I could into that kiss.
While my body was in one realm, my mind was in another. It was like looking from the outside in. I didn’t know what I was doing. It was as if the dark side of me had seen an opportunity and gone with it. This was what I wanted, and my body wasn’t rejecting the idea. It was in need, and I was emotionally starving.
I felt Aaron’s fingers on the clasp of my bra and froze when it popped open and fell to the floor. He was kissing my neck, and it felt so wonderful my toes were tingling. When he kissed my chest, I shuddered, prompting him to laugh seductively. What was happening? He reached back and undid the zipper fully. The dress dropped to the floor.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked, pushing me back and looking at me. I blushed instinctively. “My God, I love you! He pressed his lips to mine again. The heat was radiating from my body, and I felt like I was on fire.
I moved backward as he ripped off his jacket and shirt. He was standing in front of me in nothing more than dress pants. His blond hair was hanging in his eyes, and his lips were swollen. It had been months since I had let him touch me this way.
Where is the guilt?
I sat down on the bed as he leaned over me, kissing me harder. His hands slid up and down my sides. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, pressing me into the bed. His lips were on my neck, and I felt the darkness pleading with me to let him touch me just one more time. Just enough to satisfy its need for sin. His soul was already mine, which meant that right now his body was also mine. It wasn’t wrong anymore; he was promised to me. I felt him undoing his belt, and his breathing became increasingly heavy. We were both eighteen. This wasn’t wrong, I told myself. It was right. I should just let this happen.
Yes, indeed I should.
“I love you,” he whispered as he kicked his pants to the floor. I smiled in response.
Oh, God, this is happening!
Before I knew it, all our clothes were off, and he was back on me. Suddenly I felt pain, and I gasped. My dark side was cheering as the light lay dormant, non-existent, as I gave myself entirely to him.
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We lay together on the bed, my head on Aaron’s chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. Eventually, he kissed the top of my head and pulled himself out from under me. I pulled the sheets up to cover myself as he looked down at me with sparkling eyes.
“We’d better get back out there. We’ve been in here for ages,” he
