55. Sweet and Dangerous

55. Sweet and Dangerous
DAY THREE

“I want you to make love to me tonight.”

I freeze.

My blood freeze.

The time on my watch freezes.

The only thing still moving is my heart, racing like a wild horse, under the pressure of her soft palm.

“I want to touch you, Dakota.” Emara whispers, her voice slips from her lips like smoke. Sweet and dangerous.

And once it settles into my lungs, I couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly Emara touches my hand. A chill runs down my spine as she lifts my hand and..

What is she doing?

My entire body crystalizes as she gently puts my hand over her chest. A place I have never touched her before.

Her heart, it thuds through my palm, like strong waves hitting rocks. But warmer.

“I want to touch you, Dakota.” She whispers my name like a drug. So addictive.

Her face appears red, and her eyes, heavy with seduction drills into mine intensely.

“And I want you to touch me, like I am yours.” She purrs, like an order wrapped in silk and sin.

My brain slams against the walls of my skull as her words slither down my spine like a venomous snake. 

Did she.. Did she just say that?

Just when I was not blown enough, she drags my hand to her perky breast.

My throat dries as I feel the shape of her lovely bosom just under my fingers. Heavy, fleshy, and so heavenly soft. 

So.. so .. fucking.. soft.

Blood rushes to that one spot where I feel her hard nipple digging in my palm, and a primal urge sparks within me to cup her fully, to feel all of her softness in my hand.

Don’t. Move.

A voice so ruthless lashes through the fracture of my head, paralysing me. 

I couldn’t move. Not my hand, not a single limb, not even blink, just feel her warm plushy boobies.

You know what this is.

The voice snarls at me as I stare at my hand on her breast, thinking what is this really?

Poison. She is poison. The dark voice answers.

Huh?

“Take me.” Emara breathes out with need.

I feel her heartbeat through her chest, wild, pleading, like she meant every word.

Don’t fall for this siren shit. She is playing you.

The voice grows louder, squeezing my skull from all sides, but then, her tiny voice enters, like sunlight breaking through dark clouds and reaches to me softly.

“Paint me in your colour.” 

Something sweet blossoms in the black pit of my heart, like a terrifyingly beautiful flower.

I stare at her rosy cheeks, pink lips, and her eyes, where I see the universe I once begged to orbit. 

And after all these years, I still want to dive in. 

So badly.

But I couldn’t move. It’s like time has paused for me, and everything around me is moving at a speed I can’t catch.

“Paint me black, Dakota.” Emara licks her lips and whispers my name like a poetry.

“I want to be lost in your darkness, like nothing else matters in this world.” Her voice so sweet, so deliciously yearning reaches to me in echoes.

Like I am sitting in the front row of an opera house and Emara is on the stage, singing only for me. Like a special performance.

“I want to be yours, completely.” She breathes, clutching my sweat shirt. Yet it feels like she is clenching my heart, that is beating in her hand.

I couldn’t blink or breath.

She slides my hand down her body, and I couldn’t help but let her guide me like I am some ancient instrument only she knows how to play. 

Like a fool dancing to her spell.

“I want to be your sweet home.” Emara whispers, pressing my hand on the soft flesh of her belly.

Thick silky hair spills on my thighs as she tilts her head back and moans, “I want to be your black sky, filled with a million stars twinkling just for you.”

My heart goes still as her words etch into my skin like a tattoo, I’ll remember forever. 

She wants to kill you. 

The heavy voice roars through my skull, sending icy chills down my spine.

Emara wants to kill me? I ask myself in doubt as I watch her take deep intoxicated breaths, her lashes heavy under hypnosis, cheeks red under the influence of wine.

She is drunk. Too drunk. How can she kill me?

Suddenly, she glides my hand down her body. An intense heat shoots through my palm as she presses it on her lower abdomen. 

“I want you here.” Emara says, looking me dead in the eyes shamelessly.

“I want to be filled with your blackness. I want you to consume me in your darkness until there is nothing left of me.” She says, almost like hunger or madness.

And something deep, very deep and broken in me wants to jump into her like a star melting into skies of nebula.

She will kill you. Don’t listen to her. The voice returns in my head. Dark and brutal.

I pause. 

What? No. She clearly wants me. And I.. want her too.

“Take me, Dakota.” Emara whispers my name, desperately reaching for my soul. 

“Taint me black. Just like you.” Her silky sinful voice wraps around the worst parts of me, caging me with her.

Slowly, she stands up, holding my hand and making me follow her.

I walk after her, half man, half monster, feeling her pull me into heaven while my mind claws me back from hell. 

NO. NO. YOU CAN’T! 

A savage growl roars through my head, skinning me from inside, and stopping me to follow her. 

You will die if you listen to her. The voice screams in my head.

What? My feet halt on the stairs in confusion.

Emara turns around. Her eyes glazed with desires as she tugs me again with the strength of her both hands, like pulling me out of the darkness I have been living in. 

My feet gladly follow wherever she is taking me, like I am all hers tonight. 

Remember that Nazi experiment you read about WWII. The voice echoes.

What experiment? I question my sanity, when it whispers back..

The one where the females laced themselves with cyanide and went to seduce the enemy officers.. to lure them to their deaths.