The Story of Blood and Roses

The music rushed through my body. The crowd moved with it. But they had moved away from our swaying bodies, I noticed belatedly. At that very moment, I couldn't care less about what anyone else around me was doing. The light swaying left me wanting more: I needed to move, my body begged me to push back, for my mind to follow what it knew it needed.

I took two steps back closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes and let my inhibitions go. All my energy was concentrated on the waves of heat that radiated from his body and clung onto mine. If it was even possible, I felt him shift and move closer to me.

Close enough for me to feel his presence.

Yet we didn't touch.

We just moved with the music. I didn't know if we were synchronized or not, but something in the air changed. It was more intense, the need to move was replaced with the need to hold.

I didn't have to wait for long.

His hands snaked onto my hips as he guided me step by step. I suddenly realized that the atmosphere of the club had only intensified our passion. Our anger had not dissipated, but the heat of passion that radiated from us was enough to make me high.

I kept moving my hips, unsure if I should walk away. I took in a deep shuddering breath and then opened my eyes. His grey eyes held no amusement. They were wild, trained on my face, waiting for me to look up at them.

The blue and purple light made his eyes glitter. His pale face looked like that of an angel, an angel set out to destroy me.

I gulped past the lump in my throat, contemplating my next move, trying to choose wisely. But all I could feel was the heat of his body, the feel of his skin against mine, separated by our clothes. I couldn't help but notice how my body just wanted to grind against his. I didn't want to resist my body's need to feel him closer, impossibly closer.

It was wrong... but I still wanted it. There was a small part of my mind that screamed at me to pull away, slap his hands away and leave. I just... couldn't.

I gave up. I put my arms around his neck and took in a deep breath.

He smelled like expensive aftershave. His lips parted as he stared down at me, his eyes hovering at my lips. His hold on my hips tightened as he gently nudged my legs apart and placed his leg between them. He held me up as my knees threatened to give away, he crushed his body to mine, leaving no place for moving away, and crouched down until his lips almost touched my forehead. Anthony moved his hips against mine like there was no tomorrow.

We ground together, changing our paces rapidly, pushing and pulling, moving away and coming back together. Our breathing grew heavier, but our bodies didn't fail to move with the other.

He pushed against my waist, making me spin once. I moved away from him, seemingly having enough for the day, but he grabbed me again, pulling me back into him. My head hit his hard chest, and he chuckled as I let out a groan.

He ground against me shamelessly, not caring about the others surrounding us. His hands slid down just like mine had before and as if he had memorized the way my hands moved, he repeated the same, only this time it took me higher than before. His hands were not as gentle as they tugged at my dress. I looked down at where his hands were touching me. My dress had ridden up considerably. His hands roamed over the naked skin of my thighs.

I could hear his breathing grow heavier as I slid my hands down his forearms, stopping his hands from their ministrations. I pulled them away from my legs and placed them on my waist again. My hands went to his thighs as I held him, making my hips grind harder.

Anthony let out a groan as he turned me around. My hands went around his shoulders again. His hand fisted my hair gently as he dipped me. His lips lightly brushed over my chin to the hollow of my throat. I felt his kissed running across my collarbone. His hot breath against my shoulder made me shudder in what I understood as anticipation.

It was just the two of us, waiting for the other to say something. He tugged against my hair pulling my head back as he let his hands go down my body again. He clutched at the back of my knee, pulling it up so that it was around his waist and then pulled me even closer than before. His lips were at my ear, and the sound of his heavy breathing was all I could hear.

"Breathe," he mumbled against my ear. I blinked once, looking up at him. I stared at how his Adam's apple bobbed. He leaned in, his face barely an inch away from mine.

"Tell me that you want this."

His lips were right there, not pressing, but barely brushing against mine. His breath against my lips felt divine, the vibration of his words against my skin was going to drive me crazy. I closed my eyes again, inhaling his scent and in that very instant, the decision was made.

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