RIVALS INCARNATE

Chapter Fifty: Lust Cravings

PRESENT, 2020 (Tokyo)

Frantic. Passionate. Desperate. Clinging.

Her lips roughly moved over his, searching, diving, needing in that fervent kind of caress, licking, tasting, trying to keep closer, get closer, and feel everything she could feel as she pressed herself harder against his hard chest, both of her slender arms wrapped around his neck as her fingers played through the ends of his hair, pulling him towards her, consuming all of his thoughts at once as he breathed her in, drowning to the feeling of her fragrant scent and addicting taste. The soft hint of citrus and the intoxicating aroma of lavender filled his senses entirely and he eventually lost track of his own mind, seeking desperately for pleasure to satisfy his carnal cravings. He was getting needier, more demanding, and he felt the rush pushing him to the brink as he began to stumble on his feet in the dark while trying to feel his way around his apartment. 

The lights were still off and neither one of them ever really mind turning it on. The rustling noises of his shoes and her heels hitting the tiled floor echoed through the cold silence of the dark empty space of his place. The air around them was chilling, yet there was only warmth and burning desire surrounding their bodies. Ami Komatsu held Kyouhei closer to her, as if afraid that he might suddenly disappear and she clung to him so tightly.

Ami subconsciously let out a stifled moan when Kyouhei had dipped his head down from her lips and trailed wet hot kisses to the side of her jaw and down to her neck, licking over that sensitive spot under her ear. She jolted, shivered, and moaned again. Then he was coming up to get another taste of her as he returned to kissing her mouth, tracing his tongue along the seams of her lips, biting gently on her lower lip, making her go crazy. She inhaled sharply, gasping, a tingling sensation suddenly bursting out and hitting her right to the depth of her chest and down to the bottom of her stomach. She fluttered and her nails dug roughly against his back, scraping over his crisp shirt as she hugged him closer. Then Kyouhei was suddenly pulling away, looking at her face as he moved his hands and impatiently ripped the buttons apart on his shirt, removing it so fast and throwing them down beside their feet as he put his hands on her again, running them from her waist then up to her face, pulling her back to him. Her pupils went wide as she scanned his body up close. She felt the heat increasing inside her body as the blood rushed up to her cheeks and neck.

"That was hot," he heard her say and he was slowly moving both of his hands to cradle her face. Then he leaned down, kissing her deeper once more. And he felt her moving her own hands from his elbows down to his stomach and then to his belt. She tugged on the leather on his waist and he grunted against her lips, swiftly seeking entrance inside her mouth. As soon as she granted him access, he lost his mind completely. 

Tumbling over the bed, they both somehow managed to find their way into his bedroom even through the darkness and the distance from the living room. Ami was already there crawling over him with Kyouhei's back on the mattress as he stared up at her and fell hard into those hypnotizing eyes. She looked so tempting and dangerous, yet captivating and it took his breath away for a second. 

Her hair fell down all over him, as if like a cocoon and he basked into the scent of her and the feel of her surrounding his entire senses. He raised a hand, touching her on the cheek as they held each other's eyes for a few more moments. It felt like they were actually communicating through their stare until Ami dropped her gaze and slowly moved down to close their distance and start kissing him again. This time, her kiss was gentler and softer. She did not rush and she let him take over the pace, sweet and passionate like comfort. And it was strange, even when she was not used to this kind of pleasure and physical contact, Ami had found herself swaying mindlessly into the rhythm of his slow sensual kisses. His seductive touches were so addictive and she reveled in the way he would run his fingers all over the places that he could touch her skin. Then she felt him moving to the side of her face and he licked her ear. She was writhing already when his hands started moving over her chest, awkwardly copping a feel yet his touch was rough as he circled both of her breasts with his big hands in slow sensual movements, his fingers slightly grazing her n*****s that were hardening from feeling him over her dress.

She was getting hotter, and she could hear her heart pounding so loud as she started breathing heavily, her hips moving on their own, eager and desperate for more of his touch. Then he quickly turned them around, with her lying beneath him as he leaned back to gaze at her face. He was too sweet and she almost wanted to tell him not to do it like this. It was so intimate and it made her feel strange. Yet, she quickly forgot about everything else when he suddenly moved his head down and shifted his attention to her body. 

She got lost... And as she tried hard not to be swayed into oblivion, she was immediately defeated when he started running his hands from her legs and up to the inside of her thighs... And up and down.

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Kyouhei Kurosaki was still not sure how he would act afterward when he had found himself lying on his bed, completely awake, sated, yet feeling quite uneasy. What was he going to say to her? He was still not used to the feeling of someone sleeping in his arms. His past midnight escapades before this had been all just distant after s*x. There was no cuddling, no touching after doing it, no farewell kisses, and no hugs. But this time, he was completely neglecting all of those rules because of Ami Komatsu.

She was different, for some reason.

He had actually let her get through the thick walls he had put up around him and now he could not even dare to push her away. She had gone to sleep, fortunately. Saving him from any kind of awkward conversation that might transpire. And just one look at Kurosaki, Ami would definitely notice how uncomfortable he had been feeling right now with her arm and one leg draped across his body. He felt a little unsure on how to set a boundary to this kind of agreement.

When she had offered him the idea of sleeping with her at the bar a while ago, he was too desperate to rub the itch he felt inside so he could fill the void in his soul. He immediately forgot thinking about the consequences. He knew that this was somehow going to be complicated soon. Getting personal with someone you knew way too much could be a burden. And as the thought of conflicts arose inside his mind, the scary possibility that Yuko might find out about this affair had Kyouhei instantly feeling worried and pained.

He was still hurt, after all this time, huh?

He wanted to punch himself just to snap out of it. Why was he still so hung up on her? He should already forget about Yuko by now. He had been sleeping with several women in the past week, numbing his emotions yet just a triggering image of her face, and the way those eyes would glare at her in disappointment had gotten him immediately simping.

When will he ever move on?

As a matter of fact, he should be even celebrating tonight. He just managed to lure this very beautiful woman into his bed without even using too much effort. She had actually wanted him just as bad and even demanded an exclusive affair. However, none of those things seemed to please him at all. Kyouhei felt guilty even when he was physically satisfied because deep down in his heart, he still felt so empty.

Emptier, colder... darker.

He stared up to his ceiling, his eyes getting heavy but his mind was not really allowing him to fall into sleep. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He suddenly craved a cigarette and then he recalled that he already quit it months ago. Yuko had told him to stop his vices. It had been abrupt and he had to go through withdrawal after that. And for some reason, thinking about cigarettes got him thinking about Yuko again and he grimaced.

That was uncalled for... But he can't really control his emotions.

He was still burning... Somewhere inside. He was still longing for her. And even though he already knew that she had long drawn the line between them, he was still hoping. Like an i***t, he was still blindly hoping that someday she would finally change her mind.

And her heart. For him.

Maybe someday.

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