Addicted|n.h.|

She wrapped her long, slender arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She'd never felt this way before and wasn't ready to give it up so early and easily without having fought for him. They all wanted him, yes, but not the way she wanted him. He was her drug, her sanity that kept her going all through these years and she wasn't ready to give him up. He understood it, he felt the same way about her. The things he'd done with her, he definitely wouldn't have done it with any other girl.

She was his reality, his poison. His everything. Imagining a world without her was impossible as he connected his lips to hers. All she ever wanted was a man who'd be there for her. Listen to her rant about shit and he was the one. She didn't know what the future held for them and nor did she want to find out. All she wanted was him and all he wanted was her.

Her friends found it an odd match, both polar opposites. But you know what they say, opposites always attract. And they were attracted-to each other. Well, far from attracted. She wasn't the type of person to give anything away but when they found out they had mutual interests-sex-oh, all she wanted was to touch him, probe him, take him past his limits, pull him close to herself, never let go. The feeling of being loved was something the two of them hadn't felt before-being the only thing they both had in common.

He kissed her harder this time, his tongue entering her mouth-claiming her. She moaned as he explored her mouth before their tongues collided and danced to in sync. His hands roamed around her body, feeling her till his left hand rested against her ass, pushing her against his erection and the other inside her shirt, unhooking her bra. She wanted him more than ever in this moment. She was finally going to give herself to him, having never had sex before.
His hands tugged at the hem of her shirt and they pulled apart, just to get rid of the piece of clothing that was preventing the next step. Pulling the shirt on top of her head, he let it fall to the floor as he removed his and put it alongside hers. Pulling her back to himself, he lost himself in the pleasure of being driven insane in lust. She quickly managed to get rid of her bra as he led the way to an empty room.

Pushing her on the bed, she flopped down lying on her back. He did quick work with her jeans and removed them along with his. Climbing on all fours, he pushed her legs apart as he reached her entrance. Bending down, he nuzzled her nose, breathing in the scent of jasmine and flowers. She shut her eyes and arched her back, dampening by each passing moment. He was driving her crazy with all the teasing and she didn't enjoy it.

He was a heady mixture of drugs and sex
-fiery and lively-
and she was addicted to him
like a moth to a flame.

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