The Literary Melting Pot

The silent communication in her eyes, the stillness of her body told me she knew I
was hurting.

Her hand cupped the nape of my neck. “It’s okay, I’m here—I’m here,” she whispered
as she kissed each tear on my cheek.

She slanted her mouth to capture mine and kissed me slowly as her hand curled around
my body, pulling me against hers. I drew a breath and held it as her lips
caressed my neck.

I was falling.

Deeply.

Unconditionally.

In love with her.

 A chill swept across me as the warmth of her body left mine and she sat up,
sliding off the t-shirt I had given her to wear to bed, then slid on top of me.
Her deft fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, light kisses
raining from her lips against my skin as she moved down my body, sliding my
boxers off and throwing them to the side. She reached to the nightstand to grab
a condom, when my hand stopped hers. I wanted to feel all of her—bare.

Her eyes blinked hard as I flipped her over and slid on top of her.

As our sleek bodies moved feverishly against each other, I held her tight, wanting
to remember the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the taste of her
lips. This was where I wanted to be, this was where I belonged, buried inside
of her.

As we found our release together, her body fell limp against mine and I wrapped my
arms around her, never wanting to let her go. I raised my head to look down at
her and could see tears forming in her eyes and I knew for that moment, she was
completely mine and I was hers. And I knew I was ruined, I would never feel the
same way about another woman as I felt about Violet.  I kissed her softly
on the lips.

His hand slid to the curve of my back and he pulled me into a deep embrace. My eyes met his and they gleamed with a
softness and gentleness that took my breath away. He smiled as he slid his
finger down my cheek, across my chin, before slipping back into a kiss. I
didn’t know if it was the way his lips softly touched mine, or if it was the
loving way he had looked into my eyes, but everything about Chain at that
moment captured my heart.

He placed feather kisses across my collarbone, the curve of my neck, my jaw, and
then claimed my lips. The kiss was soft, slow and lingering. As our lips parted
our tongues met in sync. I held him close, wanting to remember his strong shoulders,
the touch of his skin to mine. His hand caressed the inside of my thigh and I
moaned, then he curled me close to him and kissed me with a passion that made
my heart skip a beat.

As our bodies slowly moved against each other, I felt something reaching deep
inside of me, gripping at my heart, overwhelming my emotions, causing tears to
stream uncontrollably from my eyes. Chain lifted his head, staring into my
eyes, and I saw he was mirroring the same feelings as I.

As he circled his hips slowly, we found our release together and I exhaled
sharply. That familiar feeling filled me, that stabbing, aching feeling.

It surrounded me.

Engulfed me.

Suffocated me.

I turned away from Chain, hugging my pillow, my mind drifting off into a pit of
despair. As much as I tried to fight it, to run from it, there was no denying
that I was falling hard for Chain Alexander and there was no way of escaping.