Chasing Her (Dark Love 3)

“You l-love m-me?” she stuttered.

I nodded, moving my lips toward hers. She allowed me to kiss her, stroking my tongue with her own. It was enough for me to feel the sensation coming on like a wave of intensity and the unknown pleasure becoming part of me. The climb was greater, and with her lips pressed against mine, the feeling spread throughout me, barreling into a beautiful finish.

My breathing was uneven as I tried desperately to suck in air to control myself. Holy shit, I just had sex! I wanted to yell from the rooftops, a smirk permanently fixed on my face. I just had sex with the girl I love!

Pulling herself off, she collapsed beside me. As the windows fogged up, she opened the door, and we both climbed out for air, welcoming the cool breeze.

“You said you love me.” Chelsea grinned. God, she was so gorgeous.

“I did.” I smiled back, pulling her into me.

With her in my embrace, she wrapped her arms around my waist then grabbed the keys from my pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

There was a thrill in her voice that was Chelsea, always pushing the limits. Even when we were in elementary school, she’d dare me to pull pranks on our neighbors for the fun of it. She never grasped the meaning of consequences, and her parents had always been oblivious to her wild side.

“Chelsea, c’mon, my mom will kill me. And besides, you don’t have your license.”

“Julian, you love me, right? So, trust me.” She started the engine, the roar drumming through the isolated area surrounding us, then closed the door behind her. “Look, let me just test the car out… to the lake and back.”

I could see the lake in the distance—it wasn’t far. It was late at night, and no one else was around. Chelsea couldn’t do anything wrong. She blew me a kiss and reversed the car, driving past me. I watched the tail lights as they drove away, the music turned up loud. I laughed, seeing the shadow of her head bopping away until, in a split second, the car hit a giant rock and spun out of control. The car tumbled over fast, and I ran, trying to stop it, but the speed outdid me and smashed against the large willow tree.

I ran for my life, my chest hurting, and the panic rising. I screamed for help, knowing the smoke from the car was troublesome. Only a few more feet, and I could pull her out of the wreckage. A few more feet…

Until the sound of the explosion threw me back, and the flames engulfed the car.

I screamed her name into the night.

She was gone.

I gaze at the ceiling where the fan spins out of control, and my eyes flicker, unable to focus. The moans intensify, I hear them, loud, almost piercing. A slight stir awakens me. I stiffen, not wanting to fall back into the morbid place my mind is calling home.

But I am weak.

The feeling starts to build, and I hear her call my name like a purr from a wild animal, a carnivore circling its prey. I feel her stroking me, the sensations feel wrong, but they’re all I have now. The control, I’m losing it.

Just one more time.

I see her face.

And I explode.

It rips through me, powerful and destructive all in one fleeting moment, forcing me to grip the headboard, my knuckles turning white, and every muscle in my body tensing from the ferocity.

I’m done.

Satisfied, she pulls away, running her tongue from the edge of her mouth along her stained lips. Her chestnut hair falls over her shoulders, and she quickly sweeps it away, exposing her naked torso. I stare because it’s nice, but it’s not beautiful, and it’s not her.

I can see in her eyes that she wants more of me, a part of me I don’t want to give, simply can’t give. She wants my soul. She wants to own me.

“What’s wrong, buttercup?” she hums as she leans over to the nightstand and pulls a cigarette out of her purse.

I hate smokers. It’s a nasty habit and a serious turn-off, but one she argued as a non-negotiable if I want to fuck her.

“Don’t light that in here.”