Chapter 91: Let's Be Together Forever

(From Blue's Perspective)

The kiss got forceful. Even though I was the one who started it, he was now the one in control. Our lips connected us, but it felt like there were more to that connection. The connection that was more than skin deep, the connection that made me feel like floating in ecstasy, I did not want it to ever break apart. 

Perhaps I had truly fallen for him. It was love. With our lips touched and our hearts beating like crazy, there was one word in my mind. 

'Love'

In the split second his lips left mine, they were again pressed against my neck. Biting fiercely and holding me tightly, he marked his territory just like a wolf. All the red marks stood there as evidence. 

"Huh...," I gasped. 

His teeth dug in the flesh of my shoulder painfully. Tears welled up in my eyes and began to fall even without me knowing. 

"I'm sorry," he said quickly as blood tickled down the wound. 

"It's okay. I like it," I whispered. Yes, perhaps I had finally gone crazy, or perhaps I was crazily in love with him. 

With slightly bloody lips, he kissed me as if ravaging. My hand was still on his length, moving on its own. I wondered if it was the reason for his too much-labored breathing. 

"I won't be gentle. You can still say no. I will stop."

"Yes," I whispered. "Please take me."

"... Fuck!" he cursed. "Put your palms over the wall. Right now." 

For some reason, unlike other times, I did not hesitate. I did as he told me. The cold wall against my palms felt weird, but it balanced with the hotness that I was feeling inside. 

I felt him coming up from behind. The heat radiating from his body hit my body with a tingly sensation and hot expectation. 

He grabbed me by the throat and kissed me deeply that I almost ran out of breath. His free hand grabbed my hip while his nails dug inside the flesh and with an unbelievable force, he tore his way inside. 

The moment, his lips left mine, the sound of a wild beast left my throat. It was just like that night, but this time, I felt myself more absorbed in it. 

His sweat fell on my back like cold raindrops, shivering me from head to toe while heated pleasure filled me from the inside. The magical moment left both of us crazy. It was as if this craziness knew no bound. 

"You like it, don't you? The way I make you mine like a crazy beast?" he groaned in my ear. "Tell me. Tell me how much you want me."

"I... I like it," I gasped as his relentless pounding went on. 

"How much do you want me? Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you like this?" he asked as he stopped all of a sudden.

"Don't... don't stop," I said, more like sobbing. "I want you. I want all of you... So, please don't stop!"

It was as if he was waiting for this answer. The moment, my lips stopped moving, he thrust back in again, ravaging as he pleased. 

My body was on fire, burning all the way inside. Yet I could not get enough of him. I wanted more and more and more. There was no 'stop' in my mind. I just wanted him to drive me crazy and fill me up to the core. 

"Dem... Ah!"

"Blue," he groaned my name. 

Never in my life, had I thought I had a special name, or was I grateful for it. But this time, I was grateful that my name was Blue. 

He grabbed my breasts and painfully played with them. But the pain felt good. His touch seemed to touch my mind as well, playing with my thoughts.

"K-Kiss me," I muttered breathlessly. "Kiss me..."

His lips met mine sideways, but it was as fierce as always, if not more. My body was acting on its own. I could feel my hips moving on their own to match his pace, my teeth biting his lips aggressively, and my right hand wrapping around his nape from behind as if pulling him closer. 

His hands aggressively playing with my body like a doll, his lips occupying my mouth, and him blocking my mind and mind, bad things kept going on and on. 

"Mine... You're mine and mine only," he grumbled as he kept biting wherever his lips took him of my body. 

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Even though we were connected in all the way possible, he pressed me closer to him as if he did not want to let go even for a moment. My lips formed into a smile while tears were flowing down my eyes. 

'Please hold me even closer and never let go.'

I got his everything- time, care, love, attention, loyalty, and even his body. I never expected to have all those things to myself. But perhaps my magic fairy finally answered me even when I never asked for anything. 

"Ahh!" My body went crazy as a powerful end hit me. "Dem... uhh! Huh... ah!"

He kissed me everywhere- all the places he previously made marks while making new marks again. My hungry and greedy heart and body wanted more even when I could not take any more. 

"Blue...," he grumbled and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back towards him. It was painfully good. 

He was my power and also my weakness, and his love was the thing I was holding onto in this world. There was nothing for me except him and I did not want anything else either. 

As he wrote stories on and in my body, I craved more of his ink. Pushing me to my limit and testing me, his moves drove me to madness. 

He was like a different person from time to time, including this time. It was dark. But even this dark side of him made me want him. I wanted to embrace all of him, so he would embrace me as well and never let go. 

He stirred my insides with his continuous and merciless moves that left me breathless and mindless. The mysterious and dark story our bodies were making together kept on growing. The desire and our combined heavy breaths in the air expressed how much we wanted each other. Even within the chaos, I could separate the meaning of his every move, every touch and every kiss. 

He pulled me by my waist and made me sit on his lap. His hips started moving again with us facing each other. 

I kissed him on the neck, biting and sucking like senseless. His groans and moans drove me out of my mind. I wanted him to feel how I was feeling, both inside and out. 

I always thought I would be happy if I was with him. Just being with him could make me happy. But now I knew I was wrong. In reality, I was a greedy woman who could never be satisfied with just that. I wanted his attention, his everything, just like I wanted him to want me. 

"Beg... Beg for more," he said. 

My lips could not move. I was left breathless with the fierceness. I wanted him to continue and stop at the same time. 

"Beg! Won't you?" he asked as he slammed deep within me while his nails dug in the flesh of my hips. "Won't you?"

"... Y-Yes! Give... me more!" I yelled senselessly. 

"Like that!"

"Ahh! Dem, I want more... Uhh!"

My body was shaking fiercely, telling to stop and keep going at the same time. I was confused, yet surer than ever. He kissed my already parted lips and stirred inside my mouth with his tongue. Tongues entwined and lips connected, it was hard to know who was breathing whose air. 

I felt like my body was breaking. But still, if he asked me again, I would give him my body again. Whenever he would ask, I would give him. Perhaps it was the dangerous stage of love that I was afraid of. Yet, in the end, I fell into this hole as well. 

The wetness between us did not get the time to dry at all as it kept increasing. Two bodies kept crushing together filling the silence of the room with amatory noise. 

I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell him again and again. But whenever I tried, no sound came out of my throat. It was frustrating, but I kept forgetting about the frustration as his body relentlessly stimulated me. 

"Fuck me more! Please... I... ah... want more!"

"Greedy, aren't you? But let's take care of this greed!"

He slammed twice as forceful as before and I even forgot how to moan, how to breathe. My mind went blank, but even in the void, I was looking for him. 

My body fell like a corpse on him as my head rested on his shoulder. He was breathing heavily and held me tighter. For a moment, or perhaps a long time, none of us said anything. 

It was like we both had come to a conclusion together without any word spoken. When we were together, we truly were crazy. It was the type of craziness that one could not be alone. Two souls, two bodies, two minds, two personalities, and those two had to be us to be crazy. 

Both of us knew what we wanted. Yet, he broke the silence to let me know. 

"Let's be together," he said. 

"Forever?" I asked. 

"I don't talk about temporary."

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