The brown of Scars eyes were silvery under the yellow bulb of the staircase.
Even with the black Scars lined up on his face he still looked as beautiful and unique as ever.
There was just something about Scar that radiated power, untamed authority. Desperate passion and raw desire.
God! My entire body was on fire. I needed his hands on me, in me and around me.
The sound of my heart pounding in my chest could rival the noise of my neighbors generators, coming from everywhere around the compound.
I knew that he could hear it, that he could hear my heart calling for him.
He brought his face back to mine and I inhaled deeply basking in his sweet scent.
I tried to push him off me but he was too strong.
Ultimately my hands rested on his torso.
His body was a work of art, hard yet soft, I just could not take my hands off him.
He leaned down so low now so his lips were close to mine.
Before I could know what I was doing I held onto the hem of his shirt and gently closed my eyes hearing my blood pump hard, in my head.
That was when I felt his lips on mine.
They were so cold and so soft Lord Jesus! They heated everything up in my body.
I was on fire and I was burning so fast my legs were beginning to turn to jelly.
I could no longer control it. It was shaking so much now, I almost...
As if Scar knew he lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist as his kiss deepened forcing a moan out of my mouth.
I loved the way he tasted with his body pressed against mine and our eyes closed.
He tasted like all the things that were evil and sick and all the things I should detest and run from but couldn't stay away from.
Like hell and all its demons, like bad decisions that could kill me and feelings that should be forbidden.
He tasted of all the things that were good and bad and I loved it. I loved the sweet taste of mint and guilty pleasures of his lips.
His hands found his way up my body and soon he was squeezing my breast from underneath my shirt.
I was braless as it was night hence his hands touched my nipple directly causing me to moan out against his lips.
I leaned out in an attempt to breath through the pleasure his hand was causing me.
He twirled his thumb around my nipple sending a maddening sensation down my entire body causing me to fear for how damaged I would be without him.
I again tried to push him away with hands so weak it couldn't have done any real damage.
He took both my thin wrist in his large hands and locked them high up on my head.
Then he leaned down so his lips were close to mine.
His eyes were searching my entire demeanor and my breath caught in my throat when it settled on my lips.
Before I could struggle to get my wrist off his grip, he had released it as though he was afraid of taking me against my will.
This simple gesture of his sent a wave of electricity down my entire body, but the whole weight was on my core.
Every act of his was so goddamn seductive! I was losing my mind to him.
My breath came out in loud Huffs as I started to feel like I would just die if I didn't give in to him right away.
I held on to the back of his neck craving so much for a stability that I knew he only could give me.
I gently closed my eyes wanting to just feel.
I didn't want to think anymore not that I could anyway with my blood pumping loudly in my head.
A soft sigh escaped from my lips. My whole body was a wreck.
I held firmly to his neck when I felt his lips take mine again.
No matter how many times we kissed it would always be like the first time we had done it with the stars gazing down at us.
His lips were my wine and I just couldn't get enough of it no matter how drunken they made me.
My heart exploded in my body and I could feel just how soaked my panties had become, so soaked that they clung to my core sending a sensation down my entire body that simply paralyzed me.
Our kiss deepened forcing a moan out of my mouth and out of his in unison, as though our souls were making love.
I loved the way he tasted with his body pressed against mine and our eyes closed.
He lifted up my shirt this time as his hands once again possessed my needing breast.
His fingers twirled softly around my nipples forcing a moan out of my lips.
My head scraped against the wall as I leaned up hard against it not knowing how else to satiate the pleasure that was starting to render me boneless and weak.
I was starting to breath even more heavily now as his fingers found my left nipple after playing gently with the right.
The sheer surprise of his sudden change of direction of pleasure and the coldness of his fingers against my skin caused me to scream out a beat.
Fortunately for me the sound of my neighbors generator died down the screams of pleasure that I had let out so unwillingly thanks to my inability to hold of on the sweet sensation this man was giving me.
A delicious stranger he sure was. One that I couldn't for the life of me resist.