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Chapter Nineteen
By the time we got back to the room, my mind was hazy with desire. The blood pulsed in my veins, and my mouth had gone dry. I could feel the warmth of her hands on my sides even through the material of my t-shirt. She turned and grinned at me, then spun me round and pushed me against the door. Her hands ran from my ribs to my hips, teasing lines of fire and making me gasp against her. At the second her lips found mine, she reached behind me and twisted the door knob, spilling us both to the carpet, her on top. She kicked out, slamming the door shut, and reared over me, staring down into my eyes.
I sat up beneath her and tried to reach her mouth, but she leant back out of reach. Instead, I caught her collarbone in my teeth, and heard her moan as I bit down gently. She ran her hands up my arms, nails leaving red marks on my skin. Suddenly, she dug them in, marking my shoulders with scarlet crescents. As the pain flowed over me, she threw herself down and pressed her lips to mine.
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As the waves of passion subsided, I looked to see where Lauren had gone. I saw her on her knees by her dresser, scrabbling underneath for something. I sat up in her bed, clutching the blanket around myself, as she triumphantly dragged a battered roll of cloth from somewhere underneath. She leapt to her feet, completely naked, and dived onto the bed, slithering under the blanket with me. The bundle lay on the covers, and she untied it hurriedly, spilling the contents onto the bedclothes. Several razor blades, some bloodstained and others apparently new, lay before me. She turned to me and smiled.
“Do you want one?”
“Where did you get them? I was searched as I came in.”
“Yeah, me too. If you want something badly enough, though, then there are ways.”
“I suppose. I just never thought about it. I came here to get better.”
Lauren sighed and picked up a blade.
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
“Of course I do. I’m just not sure that I want to do this.”
“Then let me. Please? Turn around.”
I looked at her, confused, but did as she said. With my back to her, I waited in anticipation. I was extremely nervous, and very unsure, but I trusted her.
I felt her cold hand on my shoulder, arching my back, and then the bite of steel tore through the centre of my neck. Slowly, she drew the blade down my spine, a thin, shallow slice that burned but barely bled. Then, the familiar pain tore through me and I relaxed into it, relishing the lack of control almost as much as the lack of responsibility. All too soon, she reached the base of my spine and the pain ended, but as I moved to switch places with her, my skin twisted, creating a fresh ache.
I straddled her back, looking in shock at the lines of scars down her back and shoulder blades. She had obviously done this many, many times before, and my nerves dissipated slightly. I took a deep breath, and then pressed down, cutting through the soft skin on her ribs.
“Deeper. Please, I need this. Deeper!”
By the time I finished the line, she was moaning softly, begging me to do more. Instead, I gathered the blades together, wrapped them back up and tucked them back beneath the cupboard. Then I climbed into bed next to her, pressing my front to hers in order to avoid hurting either of us more, and fell asleep.
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