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Dark Desire

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He touched me and I died. My heart shattered, exhaling through my mouth like black dust.

For I knew that it was wrong. For I knew that once I submitted to his scorching touch I'd be addicted. I'd be addicted in a way that I craved nicotine deep in my lungs, the way I craved the deep, enchanting lure of liquid poison.

I'd be addicted in a way I so deeply knew was wrong, yet couldn't stop.

And the moment my body trembled like a ground breaking earthquake I knew I'd lost.

His arms, marred by white lines and blank ink, held me tightly in a force that broke yet saved me.

"Submit to me," his voice haunted me, sending a spark of unwanted dark desire down my spine "Submit, give into it. Give into the dark. Give into me"

I struggled to fight against the darkness within me. I felt my body beginning to fight itself, but I was unsure of which side was winning. My eyes rolled back into my head, my body shook spastically; sweat rolling down my face the way rain drops roll down car windows.

I felt the black smoke curling around my feet, rising up my body and caressing me in a way that left goosebumps rising on my skin. I hated this, yet I wanted to give in. I wanted to give into the dark seduction, I wanted to give in and turn into his black inked arms. I wanted to kiss away his nicotine laced breath and feel my heart die and blacken, just so that my heart and his can pump equally.

The black smoke curled higher around my body; with it I felt the dark desire turn my stomach into knots. I wasn't meant to sin, I wasn't mean to be impure, but he changed that.

He changed me in a way that the rough ocean waves drag you under, refusing to allow you to the surface. You mind spins, your heart races, and the longer you fight the weaker you get, until finally, you just give in and allow it to take you under.

"Fight…I like it when they fight" I gasped, his lips pressing against my neck, his teeth biting sharply, enough to draw blood, before he licked it away and chuckled once more.

The moment I gasped the black smoke took its opportunity, entering my mouth and slowly I felt my heart darken, the lust rise and the dark desire of destruction…of pain, flood my entire being.

My heart blackened, my soul disappeared, his black inked arms tightened even more, but my body lay limp. My blood red lips curled into a smirk, I felt…empowered. I felt as if I could touch lava and not burn.

That dark seduction that fell off of him like heat waves now oozed from my body, I felt his lips press against my ear, the same smirk that stretched my lips was on his.

"Doesn't that feel better?"
Because sometimes a girl just needs to give into the dark desire of sin



This was quick writting, I was just trying to be more descriptive, as I'm usually not when I write.
Tell me what you think, I'd be really greatful! :)
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RabeaUmbra's avatar
LOVED this! So dark, entrancing, and luring.