Him and I
I wandered through the semi busy streets filled with pedestrians as they hurried out of the rain. I continued on with no destination in mind ,no umbrella to shield myself from the frigid elements. My eyes glazed over lost in my own world.
"You'll get sick if you stay out in the rain."
A soft cold voice said breaking me out of my daze.
I looked up and saw him.
Tall lean built body clad in tight leather pants tucked into tall black boots buckled up the sides. A fishnet top clung to his frame revealing toned abs , pectorals and broad shoulders. Well defines sculpted muscles earned from years in the gym and street brawling. Over that he wore an open black leather vest. Around his neck he wore a cross pendent attached to a silver chain wrapped around his neck twice. A cigarette dangled from soft pale pink lips that promised sweet sensual kisses or vicious words that could tear you apart. A strong chin led to a firm stubborn jaw line, high cheekbones ,smooth forehead covered by thick messy red blood red bangs. My hands itched to brush them away as they fell into harsh cold azure eyes that put the sky to shame.
There he stood leaning against the chaining fence hands in his pockets. Him in his 6 ft 2" glory with a body that promised sinful, forbidden pleasure to anyone who saw it. He oozed untamed vitality and raw sexuality. His emotionless face and frigid azure eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts and projected coldness.
A bad boy, a walking sex symbol, an Adonis in all his glory.
Rai.
I said nothing as he held my gaze. I said nothing as he pushed himself off the fence and walked with predatory grace towards me. I said nothing as the freezing rain seeping through my clothes finally registered to my brain. I said nothing as he stood in front of my shaking form. I said nothing as I looked up at the man who showed me taboo, raw sinful pleasures. The man who made my body burn and go numb at the same time. The man who once whispered sweet nothing's and painful truths in my ears.
He dropped his cigarette and stomped it his gaze never leaving mine. He touched my cheek gently stroking my cold pale flesh with his finger tips. I leaned into the touch, my hand holding his against my face, eyes half lidded. The heat pooled into the pit of my stomach and filled my being. Blocking out the cold, the emptiness, the pain leaving sweet nothing in return.
This man was my angel and my destruction wrapped into one. I should stay away it will only lead to pain for us both. He leaned down to me his lips inches from mine, hot breath fanning my face.
"Shall I let you forget again. Even though this will only hurt us more?"
His voice so emotionless to everyone else but me. Only I hear his passion, his pain, his hope.
We would regret this later , we would hurt each other just because we can't have what we want. Though I just can't bring myself to care at the moment as I closed the distance.
Our lips met in a chaste kiss. A ghost of a touch promising so much more.
"Yes and I shall do the same for you."
With those words said he claimed my lips in a fierce fiery kiss that took the strength from my legs. Yes we would only hurt each in the end but tonight we'll spend in dark forbidden passion. We're going to hell him and I but we just don't care.
Copyright © Dana Gayle | Year Posted 2014
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