sorcery - PROLOGUE

i wrote a prologue for "sorcery", my teenage/young adult novel. i'd really appreciate feedback :)

PROLOGUE

His lips on hers felt like sparks in a silent night, cutting through the darkness and quiet, tingling with electricity and passion.

He didn’t get to make her feel like this. She should pull away, leave, and stop betraying the others like this.

But she wanted it.

She wanted it so fucking much.

Her heart pounded, caged between her ribs and wanting desperately to accept the feelings she was burying deep down, the feelings she was building walls around. She felt his heart echoing her own beats through the thin fabric of her shirt and his.

Gods help her, she wouldn’t fall in love with him…

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Gods help her…she already had.

His hands slid up her back, sending ripples of energy over her skin. She gasped, tracing his chest under his shirt and pulling herself closer to him, her lips finding his neck.

The taste of his flesh beneath her teeth, her tongue, the feeling of his smooth, perfect body under her fingertips…

His hands were in her hair, tangling in the short, silky tresses. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips found his, her arms linking around his neck as his fingers moved to trace her cheek.

So soft, so sweet.

He was only like this with her, only like this for her.

She pulled apart, opening her eyes slowly and staring into his, as he looked down at her, gasping for breath.

She didn’t think she’d ever been so breathless, either.

This could never work. They both knew this was a doomed romance, they’d both sacrificed so fucking much.

Just for these nights.

Traitors, both of them. Desperate, yearning for the affection of the other. She didn’t know how she could live without it. Without him. But they were still traitors.

What would the others do if they found out? How would they ever trust her again? Why was she putting him before everything she loved, everything she cared about?

She loved him so fucking much. She would risk everything for him…but she couldn’t let herself see that. Couldn’t acknowledge how much she depended on his adoration.

This is just a nightly thing, she told herself. We don’t care, we’re just fucking horny. There’s nothing between us. He’s just hot, that’s it. We’re using each other to cope with all the initiation shit.

There’s nothing between us.

But she could only lie to herself for so long.

She could only lie to the others for so long.

This would get out someday, and the consequences…

But tonight, she didn’t care about consequences. Because her shirt was sliding over her head, and his was on the floor, and they were blanketed by darkness and lies to hide their secret.

Tonight, she didn’t care about consequences, so she let her shirt fall to the floor, staring into his beautiful eyes.

This was only the beginning.