It was the aftermath that hit her like an atomic bomb. The actual impact didn’t register,
It was the aftermath that hit her like an atomic bomb. The actual impact didn’t register, was just a moment like any other, words flying from her mouth like bullets, the smile on her face only another form of armour, and the surprise on his an exit wound. The power was post. The sudden-ness of it all was only felt in retrospect. The room was crowded, which was the only reason they were afforded any privacy. With less people there was more attention to split between the attendants; this way he was just another face in the crowd, although admittedly with that jaw and those eyebrows he was a particularly handsome one. She’d wandered over to him nonchalantly, the sway in her hips the only conscious decision of ambulation. But walk she had, and she’d pressed herself tight against him, while he was in the middle of a sentence, something banal and mundane, small talk made microscopic. He’d paused, and she’d pressed her lips against his ear. The words hadn’t been thought through. It wasn’t that she hadn't done some thinking beforehand, but any plans had sailed out of the hole in her ear, zipped out of her mind as she was flushed with his presence. “You make me throb.” That was how she’d started. It had grabbed his attention, but when you’re aiming with a bazooka, you tend to hit your target. “I see you standing here in that fucking suit, and I wonder whether the sleeve would ride up your arm when you spank me.” His hand went to her waist, keeping her there, pinning her with a touch. He said nothing, letting her die against his shoulder, each word a death throe. “I want to be yours, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like that idea. I’m going to be your own personal succubus.” He’d turned then, stubble against her cheek, pressed against her chin. His lips against her ear, her’s against his. And then he’d said those words. The words that had made her sink against the wall the instant she’d left the room. The words that made her feel like she’d been gutshot. “Prove it." -- source link
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