Wicked by Jenni "I feel like something really wicked" My breaths came out in sharp, jagged bursts. My eyes searched frantically around the darkness, trying to see. In the corner of my eye a flame lit, then was gone. Heels clicked on the floor around me, yet I didn't dare move. A flame lit to my side, and I turned to face it, catching a glimpse of the person for a brief moment. The single flame outlines a body, curves trapped in a red dress that blended into the night; red lips that curved into a feline smirk. My fingers clasp and unclasp, longing to touch. My mouth went dry, longing to taste. A low chuckle sounds next to my ear and I jump, startled. I turn rapidly to the side, my fingers reaching out, only to touch air. The chuckle reverberates through my body, my breaths come out in pants. Warm breath blew on my ear, but this time I froze, unable to move. My eyes closed as I focused on the sound. "Power of darkness have I over thee" a smoky voice said. Lips trailed down my neck and I moaned in response. Fingers hovered above my skin, almost touching. Just as suddenly as they were there, they disappeared, only to appear on my other side. "Power of Night have I over thee" the voice continued Lip were replaced by teeth and tongue, biting and licking their way across my jugular. A trail of saliva rested where lips once were, the cold air surrounding us chilling me. Hands reached around my body from behind, fire lighting from every perfectly manicured nail as it did. My body lit up, my stark white dress glowing like a candle through the night. Black hair trailed over my shoulder, mingling with my own. Black against yellow. Dark and Light. "Power of fire have I over thee" The hands stopped. The voice stopped. The lips stopped. Seconds stretched into minutes as I held my breath, not daring to move. Slowly my body turned to face the other person. The fire was close to my back, burning, but I paid it no attention. Lips hovered above mine. Our breaths mingled. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. "There's nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it..." my voice was cut off by sudden laughter. The breath was gone from my lips. "Is that what he's told you little girl?" the voice murmured. The hands moved to face me, fire dancing on top of them. Golden eyes stared at me through hooded lashes. The light blinked out and the hands reached out to me; one to the base of my neck, pulling me closer, the other clutching my breast. The voice began again. "And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men". I gasped as the hand kneaded my breast, teasing my nipple. "Tell me..." the voice insisted, the other hand moving from my neck to trail down my arm. I could only whimper as the hand slowly slid my dress downward, revealing my other breast. Mouth soon replaced hand, biting and twisting my nipple. I flinched in pain from the torture, yet unwilling to let it end. Heat pooled around my vagina. Liquid seeped down my thights, covering them. My dress stuck to me. I'd learned not to wear anything else on nights like these. The mouth was removed for a moment. "Tell me..." it insisted. My mouth opened, yet only air passed out as the mouth bent down again, teeth pulling at the other side of my dress and biting my other nipple. My knees gave out as hands lay me down on wet grass. "Tell me!" the voice raised, nearly shouting. My head shook back and forth, unwilling for my lips to move, to let my betraying mouth to speak the words. A growl of frustration way heard, and suddenly my dress way around my ankles and fingers plunged into me, going as far as they could. I gasped in surprised, sitting up straight. The hands removed themselves. "Tell me NOW" Tears leaked out of my eyes. Fingers teased the outer lips of my clitoris before going in again. I rocked back and forth in pleasure. Fingers were replaced by tongue, lapping at my juices. "TELL ME DIANA. TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE." I felt myself build up to the point of breaking- "Adam" I whisper. -and then suddenly the mouth was gone. Cold air surrounded me. A small chuckle once again sounded, yet slightly sadder in the tone. I sat up straight, tears flooding down my cheeks. I wanted to scream in frustration. Not Adam, never Adam, always... "Faye!" I shouted. Silence answered me.