Disenthrall

The brunette can hear him coming up from behind her, but she makes no attempt to run away from him. She’s a fly caught in his web. She couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. Of course, why would she want to? She finds herself being pushed up against the wall by the blond. His blue eyes look into her chocolate ones and smirks. There it is. It’s the desire that she has for him just like always.
He wastes no time in attaching his lips to her neck, and he starts to trail kisses all across the skin. The brunette feels herself forgetting everything that her grandparents always told her yet again. The want is just too great to resist. The brown-eyed girl knows that this isn’t what should be taking place. He’s suppose to be getting better. She knows that this is all wrong, but it feels so right.
“You should really stop using sex as a way to cope,” her soft voice tells him.
The blond chuckles against her skin as he starts to unbutton her cardigan. “I could say the same thing about you, ya know?”
Slowly the fabric slips off her shoulders, and she knows that this is going to continue, so she pushes him away slightly, only to grab his hand and drag him to her bedroom after picking up the discarded article of clothing. No one sees them which is a good thing. She doesn’t want them to know. As soon as the door is shut, it’s just like when she was against the wall.
The blond starts to chuckle again. “You always tell me that we need to stop, but we never do. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”

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