The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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The corners of his eyes turned redder and redder. Then, all at once, he lowered his face and kissed her deep and fierce.

James had always had the kind of face that exuded icy restraint and ascetic detachment. He seemed carved from stone–untouchable, far removed, the sort who never looked down or broke composure without cause. When Lily first met him, he’d come across as distant, controlled, impossible to reach.

Like a locked door with no key–closed off, alluring in a way that only sharpened the distance.

But now, lost in this absurd dream, all that chill restraint and iron discipline had gone out the window.

He only wanted to lose himself in her; to entangle with the one he loved, to do as he pleased.

A moment ago, his kisses–trailing down from her lips–had still carried a trace of tenderness, of careful

reverence.

But as her cardigan opened, revealing that most breathtaking snow–white beauty before him, his breathing quickened; his every movement turned wild and unrestrained.

It was as if he’d been starved and imprisoned for a thousand years–and now, faced with something that could finally sate his hunger, there was simply no controlling him.

As his kisses grew more aggressive, Lily completely lost her ability to fight him off. She leaned back instinctively, trying to put some space between them; and yet, a strange pleasure and craving surged through her body, pulling her closer against her will.

The heat scorched her skin, burning away her reason until she couldn’t help but let herself be swept along.

The cave had grown stuffy with the entrance sealed. Pushing aside a few stones, sitting near the fire with their clothes on–it had felt just right for a quiet winter night.

But now, as he tore her clothes away in a frenzy, the cold night wind blew into the cave, and Lily felt a chill crawl across her skin.

sharp cold brought clarity back

the realization of just how far things had

“James, stop!”

went pale

told her himself–after the car accident, he’d become a vegetable and had lost his ability as a

also knew the two of them couldn’t possibly cross that line for real. But more

of them tangled together like this, nearly exposed, he

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leave him with

to him several times le row, but he showed no sign of stopping. His lips only grew hotter and

And then–his hand…

jerked violently in

she had and pinched

wrong person! I’m the Lily you hate the

in his eyes. The fever medicine had begun to kick in, and after Lily pinched him again, he slowly started to realize,

were a

it clearly wasn’t

lightning had crashed through him. Nearly half a minute passed before he finally

all those wild, absurd dreams from before, he had thought he was

had mistaken Lily for Leila again, in the middle of his fevered

he realized

them. His eyes were full of roiling emotion; but in the end, all of it collapsed

him so hard,

spot. Lily, get away from me. Don’t touch