AN : praying yall forgive me for a month wait, please comment and vote it motivates me to keep writing. thank you all, and I genuinely enjoyed this so much so I think my writing skills came back. love you all! <3
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~Elana D'amore~
His words rang in my head like a vicious bell. It wasn't like me to feel this way, to feel such blissful emotions of pleasure that ran through me like the speed of light. Butterflies swarming my stomach mercilessly as he stared at me with a piercing stare.
Life was full of many things, and sometimes you make the wrong decision. This may be one of my worst decisions. His head lightly tilts at me, and his lips part when his eyes dart at my lips.
"I still think about that night. Your touch-" His hands wrap around my waist and I almost melt at the action. "Your lips-" His lips leave a soft, light kiss on my neck, the butterflies slowly multiplying when I feel my heart violently race.
His voice wraps around my heart and tugs at me. There was no words to explain the slowness, the pleasure, the high you feel when this happens. When someone is touching you in such a way, like they're trying to remove each layer of you to find the true you.
I hook my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Inches away, yet it felt like we were continents away.
"HELLO!" Loud knocking and the sound of Angelina's voice pulls me away from him, and I scramble to find my common sense.
What was I thinking? About to kiss him, out of all people?
I open the door and see Angelina smile at me brightly, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
"I was wondering if you had an extra tank top? I sweat in m-" I didn't let her finish her words and grabbed the first tank top I saw. Throwing it her way, I slammed the door. I felt sorry that I did that, but I was flushed. Flustered and didn't want anyone to see me in that state.
"You seemed flushed, Elana. Are you alright?" He teases, his eyes glimmering in pure mischief. I can't play this game, I shouldn't.
I need to kill him, sooner or later, I have to.
My dreams cannot be crushed by some man, especially not the man in front of me..
"I'm fine." The words barely escape me when I look up at him and imagine his naked chest, his tatted arms. The image was as clear as day, and I wanted to relive it all.
To caress his every move, to memorise the beat of his heart just to take it away in the end.
He walks away to the shower and my brain tells me not to follow, and my heart beats at the thought of showering with him. Feeling him against me.
God I need to stop. While this has been a fun ride, I want my freedom, I want to live without this. It isn't love, what Damon and I have. It's lust, plain and simple desire, a flame that will burn out.
