Love and Pain

Rosella and Dante

Rosella was close to Dante, their eyes locked. Dante whispered, I knew it was you. 
His heart pounded as she moved in closer, the bridge of her small freckled nose touched Dante's cold cheek. His chest felt tight and fought hard not breathe loudly; lost in her presence, her scent, the delicateness of her touch. Then she brought her lips close to his. Dante felt he could bear it no longer, his complete need for her was mounting beyond his control. Then naturally their lips met. A mesmerising heat spread over Dante's mouth, the muscles in his jaw quivering with pleasure as he tasted her. Then he felt Rosella place her small hands within his own scarred ones. Dante softly closed his fingers over hers, the warmth of her skin leaving such an impression on him, one never felt before. Dante savoured every milli-second as it passed, willing the moment to never end. He heard the softest sighs within the kiss as he felt Rosella's lips part between each movement. Dante heard himself moan quietly as she wrapped her arms around his waist, driving her hips against his own as she pulled their bodies closer. Dante could feel the curves of her body beneath her  thin cotton dress and gripped hold tightly around her waist, feeling the smallness of her form and the heat from the skin beneath her clothing. As he held her he couldn't help envisioning tearing the clothes from her, holding her bare in the growing darkness and delivering the most passionate fervour upon her. He wanted to hear her frantic cries of pleasure, feel the sweat on her glistening skin and the contours of her body, and watch her fevered thrashing as he tasted every inch of her, savouring the sweet flowing wetness at the conjuncture of her thighs...

Suddenly Dante found he couldn't contain himself, he slid his mouth down from her lips and began passionately kissing her throat and neck. He felt her tense as she stroked his hair, the little sighs growing faster. Her lips were wet and her face now reddening as she explored Dante's torso, stroking and feeling his flesh with her roaming hands. Dante responded in kind; gripping and kneading her round hips and moving his hands tentatively around to her rump. Then Rosella pushed her thighs firmly against Dante's where they both felt the unmistakable heated bulge between them. Rosella began excitedly grinding her thighs against Dante's rock hard stiffness while he buried his head in her neck as he kissed her jaw and throat, feeling the beautiful copper curls stroking his face as he did so.

Then Rosella suddenly pulled back and began to undress. Dante stared transfixed. She started unfastening the front of her night dress, Dante noticed how her fingertips traced the swell of her breasts and found himself shaking with desire. Once unfastened she gently pulled the dress off her shoulders, exposing her bare chest. Dante felt ashamed but found himself panting with excitement. Her breasts were full and pale in the darkness, her nipples round and swollen. Dante forced himself to resist reaching for her,

and simply sat and watched her. She slowly pulled the gown down her body, exposing her navel and her curved hips. Dante felt his mouth grow wet as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing her entire body to him. The dress hit the floor. Dante leant forward on all fours, approaching her he placed his hands on both hips softly stroking the skin as he used his mouth to trace up from her navel to her chest. Rosella trembled and sighed.
Suddenly Dante pulled back and looked at Rosella as he knelt on the wooden floor; Dante felt adoration spreading over him; she was a beautiful wonder before him leading him from a world of darkness and fear, and he knew that he would do anything to protect her. Suddenly Rosella moved forward and fell into Dante's arms. Her heated body pressed against Dante's caused him to reel, he shook and sighed as he felt her all around him.  He clutched at her tightly, wanting to hold her forever. Then he felt her thighs tighten over his and her grip became fierce. They kissed and touched each other's bodies, breathing their soft moans over each others' skin. Then Rosella reached for her bedside and pulled one of the blankets off and onto the floor. Dante picked her up and lay her down upon it, moving on top of her as their kiss grew stronger.  

Rosella helped Dante remove his undergarments and pulled his body against her own. Dante gasped in pleasure and stroked his hands over Rosella's chest, running his fingers down her stomach before gripping hold of her hips. Then Rosella opened her legs to welcome Dante as he lay down between her thighs. Holding her legs, he devoured her using his tongue and lips, desperately tasting each part of her as she moaned deliriously.  Looking up at her, Dante could see Rosella was flushed pink and her eyes dreamily looked into his own. Utter serenity passed over Dante that he could barely contain it. It felt like a creature had taken flight within him, one that had been caged for so long. He could barely breathe. He could wait no longer. He ease up over her body and then gently moved into her. The moment of union felt like paradise, it felt unreal and Dante felt far away from the darkened room around them. It felt as if they were hidden in their own realm. The two gasped with pleasure, Dante's hands trembling as he held onto her. Then he moved rhythmically within her, every movement felt like ecstasy. He found himself bearing down upon her, encouraged by her moans, until he was thrusting deeply into her. It seemed to last forever. Time meant nothing and the life around them might as well have perished. The night around them seemed to change and morph as they made love. The blanket of clouds seemed to move over them before revealing the moon which cast its light down on their moving bodies. Their cries seemed to excel as they moved closer to the edge . Eventually Dante felt his eyes rolling as the pleasure intensified, his moans excelling as he felt himself unravelling within her. He too felt Rosella she climax as her body stiffened and then quivered all over. They held each other tightly, coated in sweat, shaking and damp from making love. They shared a soft kiss as Dante wrapped the blanket around them both. He touched Rosella's face, looking deep into her eyes. He knew that, despite all else, in this moment they were safe.

Dante's abuse 

The heavy load of sin seemed to shroud his form like a weighted mantel. For a moment he imagined dashing his brains out with metal iron that rested on the stove. He fantasised slicing through his wrists and ankles with the knife that lay amongst the kitchenware. And he envisioned cracking his skulk on the cold tiled floor beneath him. Those icy slabs seemed to beckon him; he struggled to the edge of the bed, untangling the blankets and tumbling to the floor like a lifeless doll. The cold ground caused him to intake sharply but the freezing sensation was strangely comforting as it chilled his sweltering skin. He lay on the cold floor, pressing his forehead hard against the ground, the terror and unbearable truth crushing him until he felt he couldn't breath. The night's confusion, humiliation and pain came flooding back and he couldn't stop it filling his head. The pain was so inexplicably entwinned with feelings of pleasure and unbalance that it send his mind spinning. He could barely be sure of what had occurred and what degradation he had suffered - or more importantly, allowed; succumbed. Bile rose in his throat, his muscles quivered and eyes filled with tears. He felt emptier than he had ever felt since the night of Leon's suicide.

***I felt my eyes freeze over as I gazed onto the scene before me. Never before had I felt so cold within and so comatose. The room was silent. I could feel the breath of my companion whistle through my very chest and chill my lungs. I could not quite take it upon myself to move from where I was; I continued to stand in the corner of the room, back squared against stone and arms hugging myself. 

Sadness fell over me, I could not breathe easy. My body trembled with sickness and my mind rippled in dreaded realisation. It suddenly became clear how far I had strayed from myself and how much I had sacrificed to become something I utterly loathed. Prickling dread and fear seeped over my shoulders and filled the pores in my skin.

 Damien still slept. It was all I could do not to burst into tears. I clenched my fists and gnashed my teeth, looking out of my nook at this man lying on the couch on a strewn threadbare blanket. Real tears leaked themselves out of my eyes and trickled down my cheeks slowly; the light from the windows shone on my face and blurred my vision even more. I felt the nebulous view of everything gradually slipping completely over my eyes like a blindfold.

I could hear nothing outside. I felt numbed and my senses all dulled. The smoke was still settling in the room from last night and the air smelt of the thick residue of opium. My mouth was parched and dry, I licked my lips but it made no difference. My tongue swelled and my head swam with illness and shaking exhaustion.***