Life is So Good

     “You okay babe?” Hyunjin asked his partner as he entered their bedroom. Seeing his vampire curler under their covers

     “Tired and hungry. Don't feel like going down to the kitchen for a bag,” they answered 

     To say Hyunjin was offended was an understatement. Gasping and clutching his non existent pearls made his partner turn to him. “What?” they asked

     “You would rather have some random blood than mine?” he asked

     “Last time I fed on you, you almost passed out.”

     “Not from blood loss,” Hyunjin said

     “I thought it was?” Y/n was very confused now because they had specifically remembered Hyunjin telling them he was dizzy from the blood loss. Now they were staring at the man who looked like a deer in headlights.

     “Uh…” Hyunjin was trying to think of a lie. Any lie at this point. He’d been fed on my vampires before, he truly didn't mind it. Especially with his partner. But now he was thinking he liked it way more than he ever imagined. 

     Y/n sat up as it clicked “You didn't get dizzy from the blood loss,” Y/n said “You have a fucking kink for it!”

     “No!” Hyunjin was trying to think of any other way to explain it even though they had hit the nail on the head. 

     “Come here,” Y/n told him as they sat up in bed. 

     Hyunjin kept trying to deny it was a kink of having his partner feed off him as they pulled him over to their bed. All his protests silent and they pressed their lips to his. Their arms wrapping around his neck. 

     That’s how it always pulled him in. The sweet intoxication of their kiss leading him in as he wrapped his arms around their body, pulling what most would deem as a dangerous creature closer to him. Sharp fangs gently grazing his plump lips before he found himself sitting at the edge of the bed with the vampire standing in front of him. 

     Their hands grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to them as they moved down to his neck. Kissing down and slowly pulling his head to the side. Hyunjin gasped as their fangs sank into his neck. Gripping the back of their shirt. 

     Y/n slowly moved on of their hands from the back of his head to his sweats. Palming him over the fabric. Hearing him moan as his warm blood flowed into their mouth. His hips bucked into their hand as the pressed harder into his neck before pulling their fangs of him for a moment. 

     Hyunjin caught the sight if blood dripping from the corner of their mouth before licking it. Barely noticing their hand slipping his lounge wear down his thighs. 

     Y/n dug their teeth back into him and wrapping their hand around his cock. Hyunjin whimpered as he fisted the sheets of the bed. Bucking into their hand as they sucked on his pretty neck. 

     “Fuck,” Hyunjin groaned as his muscles squeezed together from the stimulation. 

     Y/n pulled away from his neck again and linked their lips together again. The human moaning as he treated cooper— his own blood in his mouth. “Good boy,” Y/n chuckled as they watched his mouth stay agape after pulling away.

     Gently Y/n laid their boyfriend on the bed and unwrapped their hand from his cock. Pulling his pants down more. Kneeling on the floor and let their fang sink into his thighs. A loud moan coming from the mattress while their hand wrapped around him again. Slowly pumping and spreading his pre-cum down the shaft. 

     “Gonna cum— fuck baby,” Hyunjin moaned

     Y/n licked the wound on his thigh and stood again.

     “Not yet,” Y/n told him

     “Pleasepleaseplease,” Hyunjin pleaded, “Can't —”

     “Can't what baby boy?” Y/n said as they bite his side. Letting more blood from his veins spill down their throat

     “Ngh.” Y/n giggled at the man's reaction, only having bite there knowing how sensitive his sides where to touch, let alone their fangs. 

     Y/n felt his breath pick up before they pulled their fangs from him. Blood running from the wounds on his side, thigh, and neck. The vampire leaned over their boyfriend and smiled at the man, eyes closed and panting in pure bliss. 

     Y/n grabbed his face and parted his lips. Hyunjin opened his eyes as much as he could to see his partner dripping blood— his blood — parted lips. The coppery taste hitting the back of throat as he finally broke. Cum hitting his abs. Y/n pressed their lips to his plump ones as they pumped the last bit of his cum out of him and pushed his blood into his mouth.

     Y/n watched his eyes slowly droop close as they pulled away. His adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the blood. Y/n wiped the blood from his lips as they stood up, unwrapping their hand from his cock. Taking in the full sight of their boyfriend, fucked out and bleeding a bit. “You okay baby?” Y/n kissed his cheek. 

     “Yeah,” Hyunjin managed to get put. 

     Y/n went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm towel to clean him up along with some cream and band aids for his wounds. Wiping away the cum and blood off his skin then dressing the wounds they left on him. Moving him onto the pillow and tucking their human in bed. Grabbing some water for him once he woke up.

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     “You okay babe?” Hyunjin asked his partner as he entered their bedroom. Seeing his vampire curler under their covers

     “Tired and hungry. Don't feel like going down to the kitchen for a bag,” they answered 

     To say Hyunjin was offended was an understatement. Gasping and clutching his non existent pearls made his partner turn to him. “What?” they asked

     “You would rather have some random blood than mine?” he asked

     “Last time I fed on you, you almost passed out.”

     “Not from blood loss,” Hyunjin said

     “I thought it was?” Y/n was very confused now because they had specifically remembered Hyunjin telling them he was dizzy from the blood loss. Now they were staring at the man who looked like a deer in headlights.

     “Uh…” Hyunjin was trying to think of a lie. Any lie at this point. He’d been fed on my vampires before, he truly didn't mind it. Especially with his partner. But now he was thinking he liked it way more than he ever imagined. 

     Y/n sat up as it clicked “You didn't get dizzy from the blood loss,” Y/n said “You have a fucking kink for it!”

     “No!” Hyunjin was trying to think of any other way to explain it even though they had hit the nail on the head. 

     “Come here,” Y/n told him as they sat up in bed. 

     Hyunjin kept trying to deny it was a kink of having his partner feed off him as they pulled him over to their bed. All his protests silent and they pressed their lips to his. Their arms wrapping around his neck. 

     That’s how it always pulled him in. The sweet intoxication of their kiss leading him in as he wrapped his arms around their body, pulling what most would deem as a dangerous creature closer to him. Sharp fangs gently grazing his plump lips before he found himself sitting at the edge of the bed with the vampire standing in front of him. 

     Their hands grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to them as they moved down to his neck. Kissing down and slowly pulling his head to the side. Hyunjin gasped as their fangs sank into his neck. Gripping the back of their shirt. 

     Y/n slowly moved on of their hands from the back of his head to his sweats. Palming him over the fabric. Hearing him moan as his warm blood flowed into their mouth. His hips bucked into their hand as the pressed harder into his neck before pulling their fangs of him for a moment. 

     Hyunjin caught the sight if blood dripping from the corner of their mouth before licking it. Barely noticing their hand slipping his lounge wear down his thighs. 

     Y/n dug their teeth back into him and wrapping their hand around his cock. Hyunjin whimpered as he fisted the sheets of the bed. Bucking into their hand as they sucked on his pretty neck. 

     “Fuck,” Hyunjin groaned as his muscles squeezed together from the stimulation. 

     Y/n pulled away from his neck again and linked their lips together again. The human moaning as he treated cooper— his own blood in his mouth. “Good boy,” Y/n chuckled as they watched his mouth stay agape after pulling away.

     Gently Y/n laid their boyfriend on the bed and unwrapped their hand from his cock. Pulling his pants down more. Kneeling on the floor and let their fang sink into his thighs. A loud moan coming from the mattress while their hand wrapped around him again. Slowly pumping and spreading his pre-cum down the shaft. 

     “Gonna cum— fuck baby,” Hyunjin moaned

     Y/n licked the wound on his thigh and stood again.

     “Not yet,” Y/n told him

     “Pleasepleaseplease,” Hyunjin pleaded, “Can't —”

     “Can't what baby boy?” Y/n said as they bite his side. Letting more blood from his veins spill down their throat

     “Ngh.” Y/n giggled at the man's reaction, only having bite there knowing how sensitive his sides where to touch, let alone their fangs. 

     Y/n felt his breath pick up before they pulled their fangs from him. Blood running from the wounds on his side, thigh, and neck. The vampire leaned over their boyfriend and smiled at the man, eyes closed and panting in pure bliss. 

     Y/n grabbed his face and parted his lips. Hyunjin opened his eyes as much as he could to see his partner dripping blood— his blood — parted lips. The coppery taste hitting the back of throat as he finally broke. Cum hitting his abs. Y/n pressed their lips to his plump ones as they pumped the last bit of his cum out of him and pushed his blood into his mouth.

     Y/n watched his eyes slowly droop close as they pulled away. His adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the blood. Y/n wiped the blood from his lips as they stood up, unwrapping their hand from his cock. Taking in the full sight of their boyfriend, fucked out and bleeding a bit. “You okay baby?” Y/n kissed his cheek. 

     “Yeah,” Hyunjin managed to get put. 

     Y/n went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm towel to clean him up along with some cream and band aids for his wounds. Wiping away the cum and blood off his skin then dressing the wounds they left on him. Moving him onto the pillow and tucking their human in bed. Grabbing some water for him once he woke up.

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Hyunjins POV

The cold Icelandic air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the car, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was her—Y/N—standing there with her eyes wide, taking in the otherworldly landscape of lava fields and steam rising from the earth. The Blue Lagoon Retreat stretched before us, secluded and perfect, exactly what I'd planned for.

"Hyunjin, this is..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, I saw a flash of the girl I fell in love with three years ago. The one who looked at me like I hung the stars. But it faded too quickly.

"I know you've always wanted to come here," I said, reaching for her hand. She let me take it, but her fingers felt limp in mine. No squeeze back. No warmth. Just... there.The weight in my chest grew heavier.

We checked into our private suite, and I watched as she explored the space, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking our own secluded lagoon, the luxurious bed, the volcanic rock walls. My camera hung around my neck, ready to capture everything, but she moved through the room like a ghost. Beautiful, untouchable.

When did we become strangers? The thought sliced through me, sharp and unwelcome.

I knew when. I knew exactly when.

Her birthday. I'd been stuck in the studio, recording until 4 AM. I'd sent flowers, sent messages, but I hadn't been there. And our anniversary—God, our three-year anniversary—I'd been on a plane to Japan, another schedule I couldn't control.

She'd said it was okay. She always said it was okay. But the distance between us now told a different story.

"Let's go to the lagoon," I suggested, desperate to break through whatever wall had built up between us. She nodded, disappearing into the bathroom to change. When she use to shamelessly change right in front of me.

When she emerged in her swimsuit, my breath caught. She was devastating, curves I'd memorized with my hands, skin I'd kissed every inch of, eyes that used to burn with want when she looked at me. Now those eyes just... looked. Flat. Distant.

The private lagoon was perfect—milky blue water, steam rising into the crisp air, complete isolation. I sank into the warm water and watched her lower herself in across from me. Too far away.

"Come here," I said softly.

She hesitated. Actually hesitated. That hurt more than I wanted to admit.

But she moved closer, stopping just within arm's reach. Not close enough. I didn't pull her the rest of the way. I wanted to, but I could see the careful distance she was maintaining, and I wasn't going to push.

"The water's nice," she said, her tone polite. Neutral.

"Yeah," I replied, watching her. "I thought you'd like it here."

"It's beautiful." She looked around at the landscape, anywhere but at me.

I tried again. "I've missed this. Being with you."

"We're here now," she said simply, no emotion in her voice.

The words felt hollow, and I knew what she really meant: You're trying too hard. Or maybe It's too late. I couldn't tell anymore.

"I know I haven't been around," I continued, desperate to break through whatever wall she'd built. "But I want to change that. I want to do better."

She was quiet for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the steam rising from the water. "Okay."

Just... okay. Not "I believe you" or "I want that too." Just acknowledgment that I'd spoken.

I stayed where I was, giving her space even though every fiber of my being wanted to close the distance between us. We sat in the lagoon for another twenty minutes, the silence stretching between us like an ocean. I tried to make conversation—pointing out the landscape, asking about her work, anything—but her responses were short. Polite. Distant.

When we finally returned to the suite, the tension followed us like a shadow.

"Shower?" I suggested, and she nodded, disappearing into the bathroom without a word.

I waited my turn, giving her all the space she needed. The bathroom was all volcanic stone and modern luxury, the rainfall shower large enough for two. But she'd closed the door firmly behind her, and I got the message.

When she emerged twenty minutes later, wrapped in a plush robe with her hair damp, she looked more at ease—but only because she was alone.

"Your turn," she said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes.

I showered quickly, the warm water doing nothing to wash away the ache in my chest. When I came out, she was already in the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"I'm starving," I said, trying to inject some lightness into my voice. "Want to order room service? We could try the local food."

"Sure," she said, setting her phone aside.

I grabbed the leather-bound menu, settling onto the bed next to her. She glanced at the menu when I held it out, pointing to the Icelandic lamb without much enthusiasm.

"That sounds good," I agreed. "I'll get the Arctic char too, so we can share. And skyr for dessert?"

"Fine." She hummed softly with a light shrug of her shoulders.

I placed the order, then tried to fill the silence with talk about tomorrow's plans—Þingvellir, Gullfoss, the Northern Lights. She listened, nodded in the right places, but offered little in return. It felt like talking to a stranger who was being polite out of obligation.

The food arrived thirty minutes later. The lamb was incredible, the char perfectly cooked, but I could barely taste any of it. I watched her eat, hoping to see some spark of joy, some sign that she was actually here with me and not just going through the motions.

"This is really good," I offered.

"Mm-hmm," she agreed, taking another bite.

I tried the skyr, the creamy Icelandic yogurt topped with wild berries. "Want to try some?"

"I'm okay, thanks." She mumbled softly.

When I slid under the covers, I stayed on my side of the bed. She did the same on hers, the space between us feeling like miles.

I wanted to reach for her. To pull her close, to feel her warmth against me like I used to. But I could sense her walls, tall and impenetrable, and I knew that pushing would only make things worse.

"Goodnight," I said softly into the darkness.

"Goodnight," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't move closer. Didn't reach for me. Just lay there on her side of the bed, her breathing eventually evening out into sleep while I stared at the ceiling.

The weight in my chest, the one that had been suffocating me for weeks, grew heavier. I'd brought her here hoping to fix things, to show her that I could change, that we were worth fighting for. But she seemed so indifferent to it all, so detached.

Tomorrow I would take her to see the waterfalls and the Northern Lights. Tomorrow night I had a reservation at that expensive restaurant. And somewhere in my luggage sat a small box with a ring inside—a ring that suddenly felt like the most foolish purchase I'd ever made.

But I had three days. Three days to prove that I could be the man she needed. That I could show up, be present, fight for us.

Even if she didn't seem to care anymore.

I fell asleep alone, despite sharing a bed with the woman I loved, praying that somehow, someway, I could break through to her before it was too late.

I woke before her, watching the soft morning light illuminate her peaceful face. She stirred eventually, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," she murmured sleepily.

"Morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?" I said back to her.

"Better than I have in months," she admitted.

"Good. Get dressed warm—we're going exploring," I said as I was getting out of bed.

An hour later, we were driving through otherworldly black lava fields and jagged mountains. We spent the day visiting Þingvellir National Park, standing between two continental plates, then Gullfoss waterfall, where the spray misted our faces, and Geysir to watch boiling water shoot into the air. She laughed and held my hand, slightly more present than yesterday.

This was my Y/N, the one I'd fallen in love with.

The afternoon was spent at a secluded hot spring. As the sun began its early descent, the sky started to shift.

"We should head back," I said reluctantly. "Dinner reservation is at seven." From my spot on a large rock, my eyes found her. Y/N sat a few feet away, eyes closed, looking peaceful. She lifted her head to meet my gaze and gave me a nod.

Back at the retreat, I watched her get ready. She'd brought a dress that was deep emerald green that hugged her curves and made her skin glow. Her hair was swept up in a loose twist with soft pieces of hair falling around her face. She was so gorgeous, I forgot how to fucking function.

But we never made it to dinner…

I'd had every intention of taking her to the exclusive restaurant, of watching her face light up over the seven-course tasting menu I'd carefully arranged. But as we got ready in our suite, something shifted. Or rather, something didn't shift—and that was the problem.

She was polite. Agreeable. Going through the motions of getting dressed, of putting on makeup, of playing the part of my girlfriend on this romantic getaway. But there was that barrier between us, invisible but solid as steel, and I could feel it with every passing second.

"You look beautiful," I said as she emerged from the bathroom in that emerald dress, and she did. Breathtaking. But her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Thank you." Flat. Distant. Like she was thanking a stranger for holding a door open.

Something snapped inside me.

"Are we really going to do this?" The words came out sharper than I intended, but I was done pretending everything was fine.

She paused, her hand on her clutch. "Do what?"

"This." I gestured between us. "Act like everything's okay. Like we're just a normal couple on a normal trip."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Her tone was carefully neutral, which somehow made it worse. "You brought me here to fix things, didn't you?"

"I brought you here because I love you," I said, my voice rising. "Because I'm fighting for us. But I can't do this alone, Y/N."

"I'm here, aren't I?" She turned to face me fully now, and I could see the first crack in her armor. "I got on a plane. I came to Iceland. What more do you want, Hyunjin?"

"I want you!" The words exploded out of me. "Not this... this hollow version who's just going through the motions. I want the woman who used to look at me like I mattered. Who laughed at my stupid jokes and fell asleep on my chest and actually felt something when I touched her."

Her jaw tightened. "You don't get to do this."

"Do what?" I questioned.

"Act like I'm the one who broke us!" Her voice was rising now, that careful control starting to fracture. "You disappeared, Hyunjin. For months. You chose your career over and over again, and I understood. I really did, but understanding doesn't make it hurt less."

"So what, you're just done? You've checked out completely?" I took a step toward her. "Because that's what it feels like. Like you've already given up."

"Maybe I have." The words hit me hard, but then she kept going, her voice breaking. "Maybe I had to, to protect myself. Because loving you when you're never there, when I'm always second to everything else—it's killing me."

"You think it's not killing me too?!" I was right in front of her now, close enough to see the tears gathering in her eyes. "You think I don't know I fucked up? That I haven't been losing my mind these past three months watching you slip away?"

"Then why didn't you fight sooner?!" she demanded, and a tear finally spilled over. "Why did it take me pulling away for you to notice?"

"Because I'm an idiot," I said roughly. "Because I thought—I don't know what I thought. That you'd always be there. That we were strong enough to weather anything. But I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

She was crying openly now, and so was I, months of hurt and fear and desperation pouring out between us.

"I don't know how to do this anymore," she whispered. "How to let you in when I know you're just going to leave again."

"I'm not leaving." I reached for her face, cupping it gently even as my hands shook. "Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever, if you'll let me stay."

"Hyunjin—" she said as she tried to pull away from me, but I held her there.

"I love you." My voice cracked. "I love you so much it terrifies me. And I know I don't deserve another chance, but I'm begging you. Please. Let me prove that you're my priority. That you always were, even when I was too stupid to show it."

She stared at me, her breathing ragged, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know... I don't—"

Instead of allowing her to continue, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to me roughly, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. I crashed my lips onto hers with a violence that bordered on punishment—for her, for me, for everything we'd broken.

The kiss was desperate, angry, full of three months of longing and hurt and need that had festered into something darker. She kissed me back just as fiercely, almost savagely, her hands fisting in my black shirt and pulling me closer like she wanted to hurt me as much as she wanted me. My fingers tore through her carefully styled hair, sending pins scattering across the floor as it fell messily around her shoulders. I backed her toward the bed, our mouths never breaking contact, teeth clashing, lips bruising.

"I hate you," she gasped against my mouth, her voice dripping with venom even as her hands worked frantically at my shirt buttons, tearing one clean off in her desperation.

"I know," I breathed, my voice rough. "I hate me too." I kept walking us backward until her legs hit the bed hard enough to make her stumble. "I hate what I did to us. What I turned you into."

"You don't get to just—" She broke off with a sharp gasp as I kissed down her neck aggressively, teeth grazing skin, finding that spot below her ear that always made her weak. "—to just show up with grand gestures and think you can fuck your way back into my heart—"

"I don't think anything," I said roughly, my hands finding the zipper of her dress and yanking it down with enough force that the sound echoed in the quiet room. In my haste, my fingers caught on the delicate strap, and I heard the soft tear of fabric as it ripped clean from the bodice. "I'm just praying you'll forgive me. And if you won't..." My voice dropped to something almost dangerous. "Then at least let me make you feel something other than this emptiness."

The dress pooled at her feet. My shirt hit the floor. And then we were falling onto the bed together, a tangle of desperate hands and broken promises and three months of distance finally, violently shattering.

"I missed you," I groaned against her skin, my mouth trailing down her collarbone, leaving marks I knew would bruise. "God, I missed you so much it felt like hell."

"I missed you too," she admitted, her voice wrecked and trembling. "I hate that I missed you. I hate that even after everything, I still want you this much."

I captured her mouth again, pouring everything I couldn't say into the kiss. Every apology, every promise, every desperate plea for her to stay. Heat radiated between us, my body aching with need as I pressed against her, the friction of denim against her bare skin making her gasp into my mouth. My hips ground against her, settling between her spread thighs, and I felt her wetness through the thin fabric of her underwear, making me groan. She responded with equal intensity, her body arching into mine like she was trying to crawl inside my skin, her hands mapping my body with an urgency that felt almost violent.

"Tell me you're mine," I demanded, my voice ragged and dark as I hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "Tell me I haven't lost you completely."

Her eyes were dark, dilated, still wet with tears that made them gleam in the low light. Her chest heaved beneath me, skin flushed and breasts pressing against my chest with every intake of breath. "I don't know if I can." The honesty in her voice was devastating.

The admission broke something fundamental in me, something that had been barely holding together. "Then let me remind you," I said, my voice dropping to something almost threatening. My free hand traced down her throat, feeling her pulse racing. "Let me remind you exactly who you belong to."

I released her just long enough to shed my pants and boxers, my cock painfully hard and straining against nothing, pulsing with desperate need, practically begging and aching to be enveloped by her warmth. I moved back toward the bed, feeling Y/N's eyes tracking every movement I made, her gaze intense and hungry as she watched me. In one swift, aggressive motion, I gripped the delicate fabric of her thin panties and ripped them clean off her body, the sound of tearing material filling the quiet room. My hands found her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I gripped them firmly and spread her wide open for me, exposing everything.

I groaned at the sight of her as I placed myself between her legs and rubbed the length of my cock slowly through her slick folds.

I had to pause, had to force myself to take a steadying breath and maintain some semblance of control over my body. I hadn't been touched by her or felt her wrapped around me in what felt like an eternity of months, and the reality of finally having her again was almost overwhelming—taking my time was absolutely crucial if I wanted this to last.

Once I was positioned over her again, leaning down with my weight supported on my forearms, Y/N's hands and mouth were immediately on me, desperate and demanding. I felt the sharp sting of her teeth sinking into the muscle of my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, causing me to hiss out sharply in a mixture of pain and dark pleasure.

I let her. I welcomed it. I deserved every mark, every scratch, every bite.

I kept teasing her, rolling my hips against hers, rubbing the length of my cock through her slick folds.

"Hyunjin," she gasped, her fingers fisting in my hair and pulling hard enough to make my scalp burn. Her body arched and moved with mine. "Please—"

"Please what?" I needed to hear her say it, needed to hear her voice break with want instead of pain. My fingers traced patterns on her heated skin, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake. "Use your words, baby." My lips lightly trailed down her neck, nipping at her delicate skin.

"Please don't stop." Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her temples, mingling with the moisture beading on her skin. "Don't leave me again. Don't make me feel this much and then disappear."

"Never," I swore as I moved my lips back up to hers, the word coming out almost like a growl. I could taste her tears, feel her breath hot against my mouth. "I swear to God, never again."

I finally gave in, unable to take it anymore. I moved onto my knees, gripping her hips and pulling her toward me as I slid inside her, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. My movements were violent and desperate—fucking her hard, relentlessly. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies slick and sliding together. She cried out my name, her body trembling and arching beneath mine, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin—overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, by how much I needed this, needed her.

"I love you," I choked out, the words ragged and broken. "I love you, I love you, I love you." I chanted it over and over—a confession, like the only truth I had left.

"I love you too," she sobbed, her arms wrapping tight around me, nails digging into my shoulders. "I never stopped."

We moved together like we had the need to brand ourselves into each other's skin so deeply that leaving would be impossible. The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, gasps and moans and whispered names. She matched me touch for touch, kiss for kiss, bite for bite, until we were both shaking and crying and so close to completely falling apart.

"Look at me," I commanded roughly, my hand coming up to grip her jaw and force her eyes to mine. "I'm with you. Nothing else matters. No one else exists."

She kissed me deeply in response, tasting salt from both our tears and sweat mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.

I could feel her inner walls beginning to tighten and clench around me, her body trembling, desperately begging to cum. "That's it, baby," I moaned, my voice strained and ragged, every muscle tensing. "Let go for me, baby." I fucked her harder, deeper—relentless in my pace, making her cum all over me, her release coating my cock. All wet, messy, and perfect. I slid my fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue against them. "Suck…" I demanded just as I began to cum as well, my own release consuming me entirely.

I collapsed next to her, pulling her close, so close. We stayed like that for several long moments, our breathing slowly evening out, hearts gradually returning to normal rhythms. I held her close, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse against my skin.

Y/N's fingers traced the marks she'd left on my skin like she was cataloging the damage, her touch feather-light against the scratches and bite marks. "We missed our dinner reservation," she said quietly after a long moment, her voice hoarse, her breath warm against my chest.

"I don't care." I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing in her scent like I could make it permanent. "All I care about is you."

She was quiet for so long I thought she'd fallen asleep. Then she said, "This doesn't fix everything, you know." Her voice was small, vulnerable in a way that made my chest ache.

"I know." I tightened my hold on her, protective all at once. "But it's a start. And I'll spend every day proving to you that you come first. That you always should have. I'll destroy anything that tries to come between us."

She lifted her head to look at me, and I saw it—that flicker of hope in her eyes that I'd been desperate to see again, mixed with fear and longing.

We lay there in the quiet of the evening, the ethereal greens and blues of the Icelandic sky dancing through the windows above us, painting our tangled bodies in soft, otherworldly light. The peaceful silence wrapped around us like a blanket until I decided to break it.

"So…" I started, trying to keep my voice casual even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "Does this mean you wouldn't want the ring in my pants pocket?"

Her head snapped up so fast. Her eyes went comically wide, mouth falling open in the most adorable "o" shape as she stared at me. For a long moment, she just blinked at me—once, twice, three times—her expression cycling rapidly through shock, confusion, and disbelief, all while looking absolutely precious with her messy hair and flushed cheeks.

I couldn't help but laugh softly at her startled expression, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is that a yes or…?"

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