Ocean and I tucked our lips into our mouths like two little kids getting lectured for breaking their mother’s favourite flowerpot.
When I turned my attention back to the stage, Christian stared me dead in the eye. We were far away from each other, but the fire crackling beneath his hazel gaze didn’t fly over my head.
My heart ricocheted to another dimension just as the audience applauded and Christian walked down the stage. Hands clenched at his sides and determination written between the single quotations of his brows.
What’s he doing?
An insensitive, over-exaggerated slippery ache catapulted from his strides. My body wouldn’t budge from its place—completely captivated by my husband.
His hands, his veins, his face, his body,him. In themiddle of the night, when my lower abdomen smothered with heat, I had no choice but to touch myself to the thought of him.His hand guiding mine with slowed and controlled movements. My body rocking back and forth on his.
A feeling that was meant for goddesses, yet he bestowed it upon an insignificant being as myself and all I could do was take.
He stole my hippocampus and replaced it with images of himself. Now all my brain did was pursue him in my sleep and waking state.
With a loss of connection, I squashed the overwhelming feelings and focused on whatever Ocean said. Something about paintings and models. But I could feel him getting closer and closer and I wanted to meet him in the middle.
Sparkling with indecency to drag him to the spot I needed him the most, a forced laugh broke from my lips at nothing particularly funny.
A warm hand curved around the back of my throat, the other cupping my cheek—we looked into each other’s eyes.
Questions ran through mine,no-shitsgiven ran through his.
Christian didn’t wait to speak and didn’t wait for me to catch up.
He leaned down and kissed me. Our lips ran into each other at the speed of a thousand years met in a millisecond.
There was nothing romantic or soft about this kiss. It was rough, completely tragic in its revenge. He poured his anger from the past month into me, and I never wanted to be hurt by him as much as I did now.
Dragging a finger up his jacket to the span of hisneck, where I wrapped my own hand around his neck and gave into his onslaught.
His fingers pressed into the sensitive part between my neck and ear. My lips parted into the kiss. Christian slid his tongue inside, meeting mine in an electrifying stroke.
He tasted like my favourite memory, and I wanted to remind myself of it every day for the rest of my life. He was sweet and caramelized with me, it hurled a heat wave to my core. But all I could was hold onto him like the unsaid prayers whining on the skin of my lips.
My hands found the sleeves of his jacket and held on for dear life as he took and took and took.
The hand on my cheek roamed down to my waist and with a rough pull, brought me closer to him.
A tickling smile met my desperation, and it irked me but not enough to force me to stop, to let go, to push him far away from me.
Even opposite sides of a magnet couldn’t keep us apart.
“You guys look like you’re about to get naked right now and it’s not really the kind of entertainment I prefer.”
But the interrupting voice did.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill someone as much as I wanted to kill Ocean.
Hands trembled as I loosened my hold on his sleeve. Christian’s breath fluttered against my own.
Christian’s chest collapsed with every sharp intake of breath.
Lips red and tainted with the colour of mine.
He stared at me like I was the devil carving his name onto hell’s gates.
Bringing his fingers up to his lips,rubbing them in a callous way of insinuating what he’d do to me without our clothes.
