Heaven and Hell

Heaven and Hell

The soft moans and mews were silenced by the crashing of the waves against the cove’s shore. Her head fell back in abandon and her eyes closed as her lover’s lips ravaged her tender neck. His arms kept her tight against his body. Neither one understood how things had grown so out of control; each caught up in the heat of their passion.

He felt weak to her touch. She surrendered to his kiss. His body trembled under her ghostly fingertips and he moaned her name. Her lips met his in response, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair. He reached up and pulled on a hair ribbon, and her silky, soft hair fell free around her shoulders. The soft scent of Rose and Lilac filled his senses and he breathed it in as if it were a drug. He just could not get enough.

With a gasp, she felt her feet lift off the ground as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung tighter to him even as an earthen wall near the cove met her back to steady them. She purred softly as his hand slid underneath her shirt and cupped her aching breast. The sound made him groan in response and his lips pulled from hers to taste her neck once again. He wished he could do so much more, mark her so everyone would know she was his, but that would not be possible. It would not be, for she was not his. Nor was he hers. Theirs was a forbidden love. As forbidden as it was, they could not help themselves. It had begun long before they knew they belonged to another.

She felt her skirt being lifted. His belt was undone and she heard the sound of the zipper on his jeans as his quivering member grew too uncomfortable to be kept locked away inside. There was a small cry and her eyes squeezed shut as he sheathed himself deep inside her with a single thrust. She clung to him and he waited until she became comfortable before beginning his slow movements, pulling almost all the way out, before plunging deep inside again. The feel of her around him sent his mind reeling with the pleasure. He loved the sound of her moans. He ached for the sound of her crying out his name.

They moved in unison; their bodies flowing together smoothly. They seemed made perfect for each other, both clinging to each other, not wanting to let go. He opened his golden eyes and gazed upon her face, twisted in her grimace of pleasure. He knew just where to touch her, press her, kiss her. Her knew all there was to know to make the mews that escaped her lips. Her deep blue eyes opened and he was consumed by the lust he saw there. Her light was so pure. It completed his soul and made him feel whole. He knew there had only been one other woman to have ever succeeded in that task, but she was no longer there. This one was. She was his; connected to him in ways no one could ever understand.

He felt the burning of their passion as it created an intense light around them. The colors of red, orange, and white swirled around them, an invisible wind cooled their heated bodies. His mouth made it’s fiery trail from her neck to her chest. She reached up with one hand to grasp an exposed tree root dangling above them; the other hand gripped his shoulder tightly. Her moans were no longer soft. Her cries telling him that they were nearing the end. He, too, was quickly losing his control. Her muscles tightened around him to a point he could no longer resist. A combined shout was lost to the waves once again. The root shattered in her grip and her body shuddered and trembled in his arms.

Slowly, he eased them to the ground. He pulled her as close as he could. He could feel her heart beat as it began to slow. Her perfume seemed to be slightly stronger. A sweet intoxication he could not deny. If she was a drug, then he was the addict. It was growing harder and harder for him to let go of her. Knowing it was wrong for them to be together, he did not care. All that mattered was that she was in his arms at that moment. She was his at this time. He was not ready to give her up.

She caught her breath and slowly opened her eyes to meet his. It was not easy parting ways with him. She wanted so badly to curl up beside him under the covers of an actual bed, go to sleep and forget about the rest of the world. It killed her that she could not. Slowly, she reached out and lovingly caressed his cheek. She heard the soft purring he made and knew he was content. Tears stung her eyes as she closed them and pressed closer to him still.

They say Heaven and Hell are here on Earth….

At that moment in time, faced with their personal situations….

That could not be farther from the truth.