The darkness in me has been released and owns total control of me. I’m simply watching myself let Nas suck my tongue into his mouth over and over again, unable to stop it, but I wouldn't if I could. I need this, and the darkness commands it, but my biggest fear is that it’ll still be too much, even for him. I know that the things I crave are sick and twisted. Who would want what I want? What kind of person would desire someone like me? Is it Nas? I’m terrified he’ll run away, but the darkness must be let out tonight, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

My skin heats up and flushes before turning pale beneath his grip, as we breathe into each other’s mouths and forget our surroundings. Luckily, Nas never turned on the stove, because we’d be about to burn my apartment down, and I’d be willing to let it happen.

God, yes! Set us on fire while we fuck. Let my body be consumed by the pain of the blaze while I orgasm beneath the weight of him.

His grip on my neck is tight, but not completely obstructing my airway.

Harder!

When we finally stop kissing, Nas takes a step back but keeps his hand on my neck. He looks at me with those gorgeous dark eyes and a tilted head, his face completely serious as he eyes me like a predator watching his prey.

Pounce. Show me your monster, and let it eat me whole. Sink your teeth into my skin and devour me.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he says, slowly shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “It’s been hard not to just grab you and pull you close to me. You blow me away every time I see you.”

Oh, my fucking god, I want him to do more. I internally scream for him to take full control of me and wreak havoc, but Nas is patient, unlike my darkness. I watch his eyes roam over my body, searching for places to touch before his eyes meet mine again.

“I’m gonna touch you, Alina,” he says, stepping closer with one hand still on my neck, pinning me in place while his other hand pushes my legs apart and caresses my pussy through the thin fabric of my leggings. “Right here. I’m gonna touch this spot, and I’m not gonna stop until your wetness soaks through your pants and I can bend over and taste you through the fabric.”

My eyes bulge as I swallow hard, my thoughts running in every direction.

Yes. Torture me until I can no longer stand it.

“Yes. Please,” I mutter, and Nas begins.