Sinful

Chapter One

     "Spacing out on me baby girl?" He whispered into my hear, awaking my other senses. A small gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me into his chest. The more the time passed, the more my body yearned for his. His scent engulfed my nostrils causing my body to unintentionally lean even more into him. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips as he begun the slow exploration of my body.

      His hands slowly roamed up and down my body, before stopping at my waist. A weak whimper left my mouth as the feeling of his lips latched onto my collarbone. I could feel his mouth curve a bit signifying that oh so sexy smirk of his was on display. His mouth and tongue produced such a tempting combo that I no longer had the will to hold in the sound of my arousal.

      Knowing him, there will be a big, purple bruise-like hickey formed on my neck by tomorrow morning. Moans and whimpers bounced off the office cream painted walls creating such a sensual melody. There was never a moment between us that wasn't overly steamy. The chemistry between us seemed to always grow each time we're in the others presence. But moments never last.

They all come to an end.

       Earning a restrained grunt from him, the weight of his hold around me loosened up. I can tell how much I affect him simply from how fast he was breathing. His chest was still pressed up against my backside, but something felt off.  I could sense the hesitation in his movements. It was as if he was unsure of himself. No, That's not it.

It was more then that.

      It was as if getting closer to me on a personal level was holding him back. It wasn't just the fact that I was his prisoner, but the fact he's been down that road before. The road that many fail to stay on. The same road that split into two paths once my ex-lover left me for another. Simply put, Love. Love is the most beautifully and horrifying concept any human could face. But it is how we go about it that makes all the difference.

Deciding wether to fight or ultimately admit defeat
He was afraid of opening that door again.
Afraid of letting down his guard.

      Afraid that if this was to become more, he wouldn't provide or worse not make me happy. I sighed, my mind swirling with both determination and confusion. I placed my hands over his detaching them from my waist, and turned around. His perplexed expression made it even more difficult to do what I was about to do.

"I don't think us getting personal is such a good idea." My voice held such volume while my body wanted nothing more then to be in his arms. I felt protected being with him, but he was my captor it would never end well. I want to stop it before I regret anything down the line. His face held no emotion, but his eyes had a hint of hurt. However, the emotion was gone before I could completely tell and in its place was anger.
In its purest form.

I could never imagine the amount of trouble those words would have got me in. If I had known I'd be telling you a much more happier tale, but life clearly had other plans. More troublesome plans were in store for me and even so, I wouldn't change a thing. Because in all the pain, I gained the two most important people in my life. And our story is that of Sin. PURE SIN