Insanity (Asylum 1)

I jump, spin around with my back to the door, and clutch my chest. “Jesus, Aurora.” I struggle to catch my breath. “I thought you were sleeping.”

Aurora sits up and folds her arms across her chest. “Nope. Not yet. So tell me.”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I lie and from the look on her face it doesn’t look like she believes it.

Aurora exhales, rolls her eyes, and lies back down on her cot. “Don’t get caught.”

I stare at her briefly, shrug, then face the door, opening it quietly before slipping out into the abandoned hall. With my back against the tan plaster wall, I slink down, scaling the wall a few steps until I reach the utility closet. The light is on inside it and I can see the glow from underneath the door. Damien, he waited. Anticipation plummets through my body and settles in the pit of my stomach. My heart is hammering against my ribcage. Want sits low in my belly and I have to hold back the hungry moan that is about to escape my lips any second.

“Damien,” I murmur, opening the door.

The utility closet is slightly larger than most household closets. It’s wider and it has more depth. There are wooden shelves lining each side and the shelves are filled with miscellaneous supplies. Soap, toilet paper, light bulbs, and lots of other cleaning supplies. There’s a mop and bucket tucked under the bottom right shelf, a row of plungers under the left shelf. Aside from me and the cleaning supplies the closet is empty. My heart hangs heavy. Tears pool in my eyes. Damien isn’t coming. Or maybe he did and when I didn’t show up, he left.

Stepping inside, I run the tips of my fingers over the wooden handle of one of the plungers. The rough yet glossy handle tickles my fingertips and distracts me. Distracts me while the door slams shut behind me and the light in the room goes out. Hands. There are hands sliding up the back of my gown, against my skin, and over my hips. Fingertips dig into my upper thigh and a nose nuzzles my hair. Warm breath trails down the nape of my neck. Inside I’m screaming, so built up with aching want, passion, and ravenous desire that my lungs clench and I can barely breathe.

“Damien,” I whisper into the darkness.

“Hmm,” he moans against my hair and lowers his lips to my ear. “I didn’t think you were going to show. I thought I was going to be stood up.”

His lips are on my neck and all of the emotions inside of me are building and building and building. I’m seconds away from exploding. Erupting. “No. Never,” I moan softly.

He takes my left earlobe between his teeth and gives it a gentle tug. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Addy. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

He hugs me, pulling me closer to his body. I reach over my head and run my fingers through his chin length ebony hair. “Oh,” I say. “But I do.” Because I’ve been waiting for this day too and I’ve felt like it was never going to arrive.

Damien’s arm is wrapped around my waist and his fingertips graze against the bare skin on my stomach. I can feel the want for him pulsating between my legs. His free hand rests low on my belly and I whisper, “Touch me.” His hand slides down a little further. “Please, Damien. Touch me.”

His hand goes further down my underwear. “Where do you want me to touch you?” I hear the smile in his husky voice. He’s toying with me, but I’m too far gone to be upset about it. I’m too swept up in him to be anything but putty in his grasp. He moves his hand down a little further then traces my jawline with his tongue before working his way back up to my ear. “Is this where you want me to touch you?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Yes,” I say, half-moan, half-hiss. I close my eyes and see his radiant blue eyes in my mind. I see the way they used to burn into mine, so full of love and passion and the vision nearly breaks me. I hunch over as the tips of his fingers skim over my private area. “Damien, please.”

A deep throaty chuckle leaves his throat. “You want me don’t you?” He jerks me upright. Wraps his strong hand around the back of my neck. Twists me around to face him. “Tell me.” His lips brush against mine teasingly and it’s crazy how a soft brush from his warm, full, and moist lips can send me over the rails of insanity. My whole body is trembling. My heart is on fire. His name is in my throat and I think about screaming it, but I hold back. “Come on baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you so bad.” I’m almost at the point where I can’t handle him teasing me like this anymore. My private area throbs with the heat for him to be inside of me and I think I’m about to lose it. Go wild. Go crazy. Run down the corridor back to my room and beg for the employees to take me to the basement and put me out of my misery.

“That’s my girl.” His voice is thick with emotion. Twisted with lust. He spins me to face him then backs me into the wall. He hovers over me and grips my chin. “I love you, Adelaide. I always have. I always will.”

“I love yo

u too.” I know he’ll always be the core of my everything. I can’t even imagine feeling this way about anybody else. I can’t imagine giving myself to anybody else the way I’ve given myself to him.

Daddy used to say that ‘sex’ is a dirty, tainted word, only used by whores and sinners. I guess that makes me both a whore and a sinner because I’ve let Damien taint me over and over and over again for the last year. And I know that I’ll continue to let him because I’ll never have enough of him.

Damien presses his body against mine. My hands slide up his muscled abdomen and he lifts his shirt over his head. My fingertips trail over his defined six-pack and the jingling of him fiddling with his belt rings out in the small room. His pants hit the floor with a thud. His hands drop from my shoulders, fingers digging into my body as he crouches down. He loops his fingertips through the corners of my underwear, slides them down my legs, and I swear I can see a wicked gleam of desire in his blue blue eyes. Even in the dark.

After Damien removes my hospital gown, he lunges for my mouth. At first our kiss is gentle and sensual. Then as the kiss deepens, he slips his tongue into my mouth and it intertwines with mine. I’m breathless, hungry, and flying. I feel like I’m soaring through the clouds and I don’t ever want to come down.

With his tongue still dancing around in my mouth, Damien wraps both of his strong arms around my waist and hoists me up, pinning me between him and the wall. He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone and I bite down softly on his shoulder blade and moan. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed being this close to him.

In one swift motion he thrusts into me and a growl escapes from his throat. I gasp and throw my head back as Damien holds me up easily with one arm. He grips my chin and pulls my mouth to his, thrusting gently, and slowly inside of me. The tip of his tongue flicks against mine and at that moment, I feel like I’m almost at the top of Mount Everest. Every time I pick up a foot I’m climbing higher and higher and the altitude sucks the air from my lungs. My voice is hoarse, but I say, “Damien.”

He moans in response, thrusting harder and his face is so close to mine I notice his scrunched brows and the way he’s biting his lip with determination. He pulls me closer. So close that our damp bodies, thick with sweat are sticking together. My hands work their way up his face and tug at his strands. I throw my head back, so lost, so wrapped up and infected by the way he feels inside of me that I can’t even speak.

Suddenly he pulls out of me and lowers me to the ground. He flips me around. My bare feet are planted firmly into the cold, hardwood floor and my palms are flat against the tan plaster walls in front of me. Damien’s hands work their way over my hips and I arch my back in response to him thrusting inside of me again. My spine is curved. The back of my head, resting against his shoulder blade. He tightens his arms around my waist and moves one up around my collarbone. He moves inside of me, holding me as close to him as he can. His lips are hot against my ear and he moans. “You’re mine.”

I bite my lip and choke on a strangled grasp. “Oh, God. Damien.” I think about how much I love him. How one word from his lips can make every nerve ending in my body tingle. Then I think about society in this day and age and how sex before marriage is severely frowned upon. But how can you frown upon something that is so beautiful, so perfect, and so right?

Damien crushes his mouth to mine and groans against my lips. “Tell me you’re mine.” He’s breathless and his deep voice is thick and raspy. He clutches me tighter and thrusts harder. “Tell me, Addy.”