Thread: Never Will I be Alone

Eve knew she could get lost within those golden eyes of his if she just allowed herself. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to though, they were a silent alarm of warning, warning her of the dangers she could possibly be facing. the dark promises that were heated within the golden sparks. This stranger had her pinned beneath him, and they were having a stare down, it should of left her in nothing more then a nervous wreck, if not bawling her pretty little eyes out. but she did neither. She held her place, in which she was proud of. Swallowing her lips parted in a sweet release of breath. Which fogged out between the warmth of their bodies. Oh he teased her. Mocked her. Calling her a slut, when she was far from one. So how could she know what she want in that type of reasoning. She knew she wanted an escape. but from what? Her father? him? No her father. She had to deal with him long enough, and wanted him dead so she could keep living on, and not in fear that he would be waiting around the corner. Don't toy with me. you stopped me this night, so you can let me go. It was a strained response as he pressed his knee up into her clad covered sex, drawing a small whimper from her. Her back arching slightly, drawing her hips away from the teasing pressure he had caused. a sensation that she wasn't costumed to. It wasn't that she didn't like it.She didn't want to lose something to some guy on the cold of the street. where someone was able to spot the. Interrupting them. Gritting her teeth she glared up at him. She knew she needed to gain her footing. With that in though she arched her hips pressing them up into him. in a small attempt to making him move from her. I am perfectly clear when I need to be. I want you to stop toying with me, to get yourself off of me, and I will go home. we can forget that this night ever transpired. she restated, slender brows narrowing up at him. there was a brief moment where her small pink tongue darted out, and slid along her lower lip in a chaste jester to moisten her lips. Her eyes fastened on his. Unwavering, fear, anger, and somehow need, need to be held? That was unknown, she had little to do with comfort of others, solely relying on herself to see her through thing.. Tensing she tilted her face away slightly, feeling the gentleness within the touches, the caresses along her cheek and jaw. Her eyes sliding shut. Her lips parting with a small sharp inhale. Her body trembled beneath him from his touch, her heart racing much like that of a caged animals. scared, excited, angry, sadness, all warped into one. His words couldn't contain the bite of laughter. Pretty, hardly. She chuckled fighting to reclaim the emotions that were going awry within her.When had she last been called pretty? Since her mother? That had been a long while. lost for a moment in thought his last words sent chills coursing through out her. He was, what? Who says i need deflowering She Gritted out through tightened teeth. she was bluffing. She never had an opportunity to get intimate with a man. And the though of doing so made her blush brightly. And made her begin to struggle. What ? will you end it all for me after taking the last thing of innocence I have remaining? Her hands bracing against his chest, giving a small push, her hips pulling away, drawing her skirt further up, revealing soft white panties. Her nipples ached within the cold, and she was thankful even a little bit, that his frame blocked out most of the cold, and snow that she had just noticed began to fall.