The Darkest Obsession

He had a white towel tied around his waist and his back was turned to me. His back had...there were so many scars. He turned towards me so quick, I could hardly make sense of what I saw on his back. He looked surprised and embarrassed and a little bit terrified.

My eyebrows furrowed with concern as I brought my hands and intertwined my fingers behind my back and squeaked, "I'm sorry." It was so tiny, I could hardly recognize my own voice. I swallowed the lump in my throat and brought a hand to rub at the front of it.

"Leave." He growled, his eyes hardening. He grasped the towel on his waist tighter and looked between me and the door, like he was contemplating how long it'll take for me to reach the door and how long he could kill me before I reached the door. A shiver of fear went through me, as I slowly backed away but I couldn't keep the whisper of thought that clouded my mind, "Who did that to you?"

It didn't seem possible to be more terrifying than he already was, but he seemed to prove me wrong everytime. He walked slowly towards me, his strides short and his breathing even. His eyes held me in place, planting my feets on the floor without my permission. I couldn't look away from his eyes, my heart was pounding so hard against my chest and my hands were trembling slightly. I quickly folded them and pressed my lips into a thin line. If I was going to go, I'd go being my fiery self and not the weakling I usually was after everyone in the room was gone.

Cassien was in front of me, his eyes met mine, unwavering. He hovered over me, his height blocking any beam of light, casting me in his shadow. I was overwhelmed with the smell of his cologne and the race of my heart increased. I was going to die, my lips trembled slightly before being taken into my mouth. His eyes shifted from my eyes to my mouth, as he watched the action of my lips coming out of my mouth, glistening with a subtle sheen of my saliva.

My head felt light, and my eyes closed a fraction. Cassien placed a hand on my chin and held it at him. It was too intense, I don't think I could continue staring into his eyes. I managed to drop my eyes a bit away from his, when his lips crashed against mine. It was hard and fast, with a gentleness to it that sent me off a cliff.

I stood frozen, as his lips kept on moving against mine. This was so wrong. I'd already manged to forgive myself from letting it happen but somehow, I found myself in the same position again. I clenched my hands so hard, pain bit at the skin. He was breaktaking, stealing my every breath. I'd gotten weak at the knee, my hands trembling as I struggled to restrain myself from giving in.

Then, his hand shifted from my chin to cup the side of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair. I'd lost, my restraints cut and the strap dangling from somewhere unknown to me. I kissed him back, our lips syncing as his lips matched the rhythm of my every beat. He pushed me against the wall, his chest against mine, the beat of his heart syncing with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands trailed down my arms to my waist, past my bottom and my thigh. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me up against the wall. Instinctively, my legs went around his torso and I kissed him with everything I had, drowning in his scent, in how gentle he was, in the makeshift comfort I felt when I was around him.

I shoved away every thought about my parents, about the fire, about what I was going to do when I get out of here, about the station, I shoved them to the back of my head, hoping to lock them away for a day or two. I was attracted to him, drawn and obsessed. I cared for him even when I didn't think it was possible. My mind drifted to his name on reflex and I'd waited for him, secretly, at night. For him to break in and come waltzing in like he always did, for the ridiculous black rose he drops and the way it made my heart skip a beat. I was falling for him, and the air current wasn't doing me any good by being so little around me. I was falling fast and it was unnerving.

Cassien broke the kiss and moved his lips to the side of my neck, kissing and biting at the skin softly. A moan escaped my lips as I struggled for control. He was torturing me mercilessly, his tongue lapping profusely on my neck. He had one hand under my thigh, and the other trailed my body, moving from the front of my thigh to under his shirt I wore. A little gasp slipped out of my lips as I felt his hand come in contact with my bare skin, his hands inches away from the curve of my breast.

I held my breath, and suddenly lost the rein of control over my senses. My eyebrows pinched together and my eyes closed slightly, my mouth open as I struggled for air from both my nostrils and my mouth. Sweat coated my skin, my hands slowly trailed through his bare body, as if it was memorizing the curve of every muscle, the restriction at every turn and where it was.

Cassien stiffened as my hand reached his back. I made to remove my hand when his voice came out in a raw whisper, "Don't stop."

That didn't convince me to continue, I moved my hands back to his neck and placed my head against his shoulder. Cassien lifted his head and brought my face up gently, to look at him. His eyes had so many emotions swirling in them. I offered him a small smile and touched his cheek. He leaned into it and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. This was it. I'd completely lost my mind. Cassien was not leaving my head and heart anytime soon.