~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
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"Yes."
The moment that one whispered word leaves Addy's lips every trait I've prided myself on in the past vanishes. Restraint, rationality, finesse; it all disappears in the split second it takes me to close the gap between us.
Kissing Addy instantly sets every one of my nerve endings on fire. Not just where our lips meet, but my entire body. Logical thought instantly dissipates and my movements become purely instinctual. It all happens faster than my brain can process and I feel like I've become a spectator observing my own actions, rather than controlling them.
I'm overcome by a flood of sensations; her small, perfect figure pulled tight against mine, the softest lips I've ever felt pressed against my own and a rush of energy that sparks something inside me that I've never experienced before. I can feel her pulse - dancing from fingertip to fingertip - like lightening crackling across her smooth skin.
Kissing has never felt like this before.
I slide my hand along the heated skin of Addy's cheek and into her soft hair. The movement causes her to gasp against my lips and I quickly sieze the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. Fucking hell. She lets me have full control - her movements hesitant at first but she quickly relaxes into the moment and follows my lead.
My hands take on a life of their own; the one in her hair moves to cradle the back of her head as I push her further into the wall, while the other drops from her neck to follow the sinful line of her body. I'm powerless to stop the blood rushing south and I have no doubt she can feel the result - hard and throbbing with need against her lower abdomen.
Just as my addled brain starts catching up and warns me about moving too fast, I feel Addy's arms snake around my neck; her small fingers weaving through the hair at the base of my skull. I groan into the kiss and nip gently at her bottom lip before breaking our connection and allowing us both some much needed air.
I don't stop there though. I can't.
Kissing Addy is like chasing a storm - intoxicatingly reckless - pure adrenaline and electricity. A high that exceeds anything a drug could hope to achieve.
The air around us seems to crackle with a pulse of it's own, reminding me of the danger and unpredictability in our future. I can't tell if I'm running towards a hurricane and catastrophic destruction, or that small pocket of peaceful tranquility at the eye of the storm. The pounding of my heart, like echoing thunder in my chest, tells me I don't care either way if it means I get to keep doing this.
