desires die hard anya and evan

POV: Harmony Winters

The footsteps became louder and clearer, even as I walked faster, trying to escape the impending doom I saw lurking around him.

From the first day we met, I knew he was bad news, and even though I tried to ignore the darkness inside of him that he didn't try to hide, I couldn't help it anymore. I had to leave him. I had to run far away from him. I had to stay away from him. He was trouble, and with all that I had gone through in life, I didn't need any more problems.

It was a dark night, the weather was cold, and the wind blew fiercely, scattering dust and dirt, some of which got into my eyes, as I hastened my footsteps, afraid that he would catch up to me.

Owing to the night's blindness and the fact that I wasn't looking at where I was going, I mistakenly dashed my foot against a stone.

"Ouch!", I winced in pain. I shouldn't have said anything, so as not to lure him towards the alley which I now stood in, with tears welling in my eyes, and blood gushing out of my foot.

It was now harder to walk, and I limped, seeing the motel that wasn't far from the alley anymore. It gave me hope, and an assurance that I could be far away from the devil that I had once thought I couldn't live without.

Suddenly, someone appeared before me. My heart began to race faster as I looked up to see his hardened face, laced with a crooked smile. I couldn't tell how he had gotten in front of me, and I didn’t have the time to stand there and ask him questions.

I made to run as fast as I could, but his firm hand grabbed mine and pulled me back, with eyes that told me that I was done for.

I was hyperventilating, as his cold dark eyes met mine, and I began to tremble in fear, with quivering lips.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," He said.

A drop of tear, which I had been holding back, fell from my eyes, and rolled down my cheeks. I hadn't wanted him to see me cry, and believe that he still had power over me.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He asked, pulling me to face him.

I shuddered, still hyperventilating.

"Answer me!" He yelled, shattering my heart into many different pieces and putting fear in my mind.

"You...You did," I stuttered.

"Yes, and now, you'll have to pay for being a disobedient wench," He said, and without warning, he forced his lips on mine, pulling my hair with his hand, drawing me close to him, so that my breasts were pressed against his chest.

My emotions betrayed me, and I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, as I dived my tongue into his mouth, twirling my tongue around his, tasting the milk he had drank before coming to hunt me down, and savouring its sweetness.

I didn't care that we were in an alley. After all, no one apart from both of us were present. He pushed me to the wall, and nibbled on my neck with his teeth, after which he found his way to my breasts, which he groped firmly, before peeling my dress off my skin.

While his hand caressed the left breast, massaging it and playing with its nipple, he sucked diligently on the right one, making me feel pleasantly aroused, and provoking a desperation I never knew existed within me.

A moan escaped from my throat and my stomach sunk inside, with a tingling sensation. I had missed this. I really had.

Still with his hands caressing my breasts, he bent down with a gasp and desire, and began to fondle with the area around my clit. I gasped, telling him that I wanted more.

He tore away my panties and began to lick my clit, thrusting a finger into my pussy hole. I cried out loud. “Do it again,” I managed to say, amidst the intense adrenaline sensation that made me electrified.