#wpsiatwin

you had been at a house party for a while now, considering you came at 9pm and it was now 12am, you didn’t know who’s party it was and who it was for but your friends insisted that you came.

your friends had left you to dance or make drinks, the music being too loud for you to hear them coherently therefore leaving you to your own thoughts about where they could’ve gone. which left you sitting on some random guy’s sofa in between people making out on either side of you.

you were too drunk to care, you’re only wish that it was you kissing somebody instead of having to witness it first hand.

you stood up to go get another drink, pushing through the crowds of sweaty young adults who had too much alcohol. on your way to the kitchen you bumped into someone, them spilling their drink all over you in the process, quickly sobering you up.

“‘m so sorry love, i wasn’t watching where i was going, are you alright?” the man babbled on. you look down at your freshly soaked top, one of your favourites, praying that it wont be ruined.

your gaze finally met the man who carelessly threw his drink onto you. he wasn’t too tall, only slighter than you. he had short brown hair, messed up from the general party atmosphere and a crumpled white shirt on that fit his body perfectly. you met his dark brown eyes, them softening when he looked at you.

“are you alright?” the man repeats, a look of regret plastered across is face, his lips in a thin line.

“oh, yeah ill be alright” you reply “hopefully my top can be salvaged” you attempt to joke, however your tone coming across with slight irritation as you speak.

he pays no mind to it, clearly seeing your intention and his face softening slightly in relief when you spoke.

you finally get a good look at him. he’s atleast in his early 20s and has a slightly boyish face, however still managing to be extremely attractive.

his eyes watch you as your unconsciously stare, a small smirk playing on his lips. “let me make it up to you” he says, his sheffield accent slightly drawling out “what’re you drinking?”

you snap out of your trance at his words, “vodka coke” you reply back.

he spins on his heels and starts heading toward the kitchen, it only being a few steps away, and you follow after him.

he reaches the kitchen and starts making you your drink with you leaning on the kitchen side next to him, admiring his hands as he measures out the vodka.

“‘m sorry again, love, was an accident” he says, attempting to start a conversation with you to fill the air, the music in the background fading as he starts to speak. “i’m alex by the way” he turns to look at you, handing you your drink.

you give back your name, smiling as you grasp your drink, fingers touching as it is passed.

you and alex fall into light conversation in the kitchen, talking about what you both study at university and how you ended up at the party, both laughing at silly comments that he makes. albeit, not overly funny but the alcohol in your system makes it seem like they are.

eventually you guys make it out of the kitchen, finding a sofa to sit comfortably on.

“well i’m the lead singer of this band, they’re who i came with tonight but i lost them practically as we walked in the door” he chuckles briefly, shifting his position as he speak to turn more toward you, his arm hung on the back of the sofa, his fingers unbearably close to your shoulder.

“you’re in a band?” you question, wanting to know more about the stranger sat in front of you.

“yeah, its quite a new thing but i’m hoping we make it far, its something i’ve dreamed of since i were young” alex says, pride in his voice. you can clearly see this is something he is passionate about.

“well, don’t forget me when you guys are famous, the girl you spilt your drink all over at a random house party” you joke, giggling as you say it.

“nah, i could never forget someone as beautiful as you are” alex flirts, his eyes finding yours to study your reaction.

you flush at his words, slightly turning your face away from him, suddenly aware of how close you guys are sitting, looking toward his fingers that are itching to touch you but are afraid of scaring you off.

“that was bold” you reply, “what if i didn’t feel the same” you look back, challenging him.

alex watches you for a moment before leaning in, getting closer to you. “if you didn’t, i don’t think we would be sat this close together and you wouldn’t have a certain look in your eye when you talk to me” he says lowly, his breath hot on your ear.

he pulls back slowly, now face to face, a smirk evident when he comes back into frame.

your mouth is slightly ajar at his words, unable to think of a come back.

“tell me i’m wrong” alex says cockily, his voice still low and his face very close to yours. all you would have to do is lean in slightly and his lips would be on yours.

i wonder what he tastes like, you think briefly, most likely like cheap beer and cigarettes. your eyes dart down to look at his lips and then back up to look into his eyes once more.

alex notices and mimics your action.

instead of granting him with an answer you lean in, quickly kissing him softly and then pulling back to look at him once more.

alex’s eyes are wide and his lips slightly parted in surprise but before you could fully take him in, alex leans in again and captures your mouth in a kiss, more demanding than your last.

the kiss is messy and intoxicating, more so than the alcohol in your systems. your teeth clanking at first before finding a rhythm that is suitable for the both of you. his lips are soft despite the messiness of the kiss, his tongue attempting to part your mouth more by sliding across your bottom lip.

you allow him, his tongue entering your mouth and dancing with your own, confirming your previous suspicions about what he tastes like. cheap beer and cigarettes. except its even better getting to experience it rather than just thinking about it.

you finally think to move your hands which are awkwardly folded in your lap. eager to touch him, you move your hands to rest in his hair, slightly pulling on it as you move.

he groans into the kiss at the feeling, moving his hand from the back of the couch to your waist, attempting to pull you closer to him.

he breaks the kiss first and you get to witness the most beautiful sight in front of you.

alex’s lips slightly parted and swollen from your kiss, his chest moving up and down attempting to get more air into his lungs, a slight blush on his cheeks, his eyes wide and pupils blown as he looks at you. you think it is the most attractive sight you’ve ever seen, wanting to capture this memory to remember it for the rest of your life.

you both take a minute to catch your breaths before alex breathes out,

“should we leave?”

you quickly nod, your mind racing with the possibilities that could happen tonight, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

alex rises from the sofa, holding his hand out for you to grab where he leads you through the crowd of people, eager to get to the front door.

you both step out into the cold autumn air, the breeze sobering you up and making you silently curse yourself for not wearing something warmer, wrapping your arms around yourself.

alex notices and brings one of his arms to wrap around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him to feel his warmth.

he smells good, is the first thing you think, your face slightly leaning on his chest at an awkward angle, your arm snaking to wrap around his waist.

“i don’t live far from here, are you alright to walk?” alex speaks, regaining your attention back to him.

“yeah, that’s good” you say back, smiling whilst trying to get closer to him. alex chuckles at the action and starts leading you in the direction of his flat.

alex wasn’t wrong, he really didn’t live far, it taking just over 5 minutes to reach his front door. he reaches for his keys and opens the door to a dark house, allowing you to take the first step in whilst he guides you with a hand on the small of your back, following in behind you.

alex flicks a light on, now being able to see the inside of the flat. the space is quite small however has a warmth to it, clearly lived in and loved. the living room is to the left of you, the sofa against the wall with pictures hung on the plain walls. its nice, you think, homely.

“i’m just going to go get us a drink love, you can go sit on the sofa if y’want” alex says, nervousness creeping up in his voice.

you accept his offer and wander over to his sofa, its comfortable enough, the throw pillows making it cosier.

alex makes his way back from the kitchen, two glasses of water in hand, handing one to you as he enters the room and takes a seat next to you. you accept it with a small ‘thank you’ and take a sip, placing it on the windowsill behind you, turning back to face alex.

alex does the same, trying not to be awkward about it however fails due to the silent atmosphere, realising that you guys don’t actually know each other that well. at all in fact.

you notice a record player in the corner of the room, in attempt to cut some of the awkwardness you ask, “can we play some music” gesturing over to the records.

he smiles, “yeah, of course. choose anything you like.” alex replies softly, grateful for any distraction from the nervousness he’s starting to feel.

you get up from the couch, alex watching you intently as you walk over and choose an album. you bend over to pick up a record and place it gently in the player, allowing the music to fill the air when then needle drops.

“the strokes” he grins, “great choice, one of my favourites.” you smile at that as you walk back to sit next to the man, significantly closer than before.

alex stares at you as you sit down, his hands gravitating towards your thighs, gripping them gently.

“you know i meant it earlier” he murmurs as he looks down at where his hands lie.

you cock your head to the side in slight confusion, attempting the recall previous events of the night, “meant what?” you question back.

“that i could never forget someone as beautiful as you are” alex says, repeating his words from earlier, looking at you directly. one his hands leaving your things to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

your breath hitches as your bottom lip comes to rest between your teeth and redness appears on your face.

alex leans in to kiss you softly, it quickly becoming desperate with need as your lips start to move faster. one of his hands goes to cup the side of your face whilst his other grips your thigh harder.

you sigh into the kiss, like you were holding in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. you take the initiative to crawl into his lap, aching for the closeness that you couldn’t achieve at the party.

his hands reach behind you, holding your back to steady you. your hands found his hair once again, pushing through it as your kiss grows hungrier.

you slightly grind down on him, the roughness of his jeans against the thin of your underwear thats under your skirt. alex pulls back from the kiss and groans, his hands sliding from your back down to your ass to grip it, almost encouraging you to repeat the action.

you do it again as you lean back into kiss him, yourself whining at the action. his grip became firmer, kneading the skin there as his breath became heavier.

“do you want to go to my bed” alex speaks against your lips. you mutter a quick ‘yes’ and he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you to his bedroom.

he lays you down on the edge of his bed, quickly turning a lamp on next to you, before coming back to take you in.

your hair was slightly messed up and your clothes were slightly ruffled. alex leans down to kiss you once more and starts to play with the hem of your shirt, now dried from the drink he spilt on your earlier.

you get his not-so-subtle hint and break the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, now just left in your bra.

“gorgeous” he breathes out as his eyes rake over you. before he can kiss you again you say,

“its not fair that only i have to take something off” your hands starting to unbutton his white shirt, a smirk playing on your lips

“it looks like your taking care of that f’me, darlin’” alex replies, allowing you to carry on with your task as he towers over you.

the nickname makes your head spin, his northern accent making it sound more delicious from his lips. you manage to unbutton his shirt successfully and he pushes it off his shoulders, leaving him bare chested.

you run your hands up his chest, your nails slightly scratching him as you do which makes him shiver. he finally captures your lips and pushes you back onto his bed so he can hover over you, his hands finding comfort on your waist.

alex presses down a bit, despite him wearing jeans you can still feel his hardness against you, making you gasp into his mouth. you reach down to feel him, needing more which in turn makes him sigh and start kissing down from your mouth toward your jaw and eventually your neck.

you try to unbutton his jeans slightly, wanting to feel him even more as he continues to kiss your neck, eliciting quiet whines from you. alex notices your efforts and reaches down in between you to unbutton and pull the zipper down, slightly freeing himself.

pleased with this, you reach into his jeans and start to palm him through his boxers, your other hand resting nice in his hair. he’s big, you think to yourself, desperately hoping you didn’t say that aloud. the action makes alex stop kissing you and whimper into your neck.

if you couldn’t think he could get any more attractive, think again. the sound from him only made you grow wetter by the second, desperately needing some sort of friction.

you continued to palm alex until he reached down and grabbed your wrist.

“if you carry on, love, i won’t be able to last very long” alex pants into your neck, turning his neck back up to look at you, “and i really need to be inside you.” those words made you press your thighs together, heat building in between your legs.

with that he kissed you needily and started to play with he hem of your jean skirt, “can i?” he says in between kisses.

“please” you whine into him, with that he breaks the kiss to stand up, unbuttoning your skirt and dragging it down your thighs. his eyes looked crazy with want, them tracing over your body as he licked his lips.

alex came back to hover over you, kissing you once more before his kisses started to trail hotly down your body. reaching your breasts he looked up at you, silently asking you if he could take your bra off to which you nodded. he wasted no time discarding your bra, throwing it somewhere across the room that you will have to look for later.

he took one of your nipples into your mouth whilst his hand palmed the other one, you moaned and your eyes screwed shut at the sensation. his tongue swirling around your nipple before kissing it one last time to do the same to the other. all that could be heard was the faint sound of music from the living room, panting and the lewd sounds coming from the man’s mouth as he pleased you.

alex continued moving further down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he went, eventually reaching them hem of your underwear where a wet patch had started to form.

he looked up and his eyes met yours, “please can i taste you, love”

you wetted your lips in anticipation and nodded quickly, wanting him to finally touch you.

“words please, darlin’” he spoke lowly.

“yes alex please” you whined out, a little too desperately but you didnt care.

alex being pleased with your answer hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled them down and off your legs. the cold air hit your cunt in a way that made you shiver. alex watched you with a hunger in his eyes, mumbling “so beautiful, so wet f’me” to himself as he leaned in and licked a stripe up your pussy up to your clit.

you moaned softly at the feeling, which gave alex the go-ahead to carry on. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly, making you moan loudly and arch your back, your hands which were once beside you floated into his hair slightly pulling as you pushed yourself into his face.

he moaned into your pussy as his hips ground down into the mattress beneath him, attempting to relieve some pressure. he continued faster, eventually pushing his tongue into your wetness as his nose bumped deliciously at your clit.

“alex… god, keep going” you moaned out, your words spurred him on, making him work faster whilst he tongue fucked you and groaned into your cunt, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

your grip tightened on his hair as you got closer, “alex, im so close… don’t, fuck, don’t stop please” you moaned out, babbling on. alex smirked into you as he said, “come on darling, you’re doing so well for me, come on my tongue, you can do it”

his words normally would sound patronising which you would hate however they were just what you needed and you came loudly. alex continued to lick you through your orgasm, helping you through it as he praised you and cleaned you up.

when he resurfaced his face was glistening with the remnants of yourself. he kissed you sweetly, you could taste yourself on him which turned you on further. alex gave you a minute to recover, fetching you your forgotten glass of water from the living room.

“fuck” you panted out, your chest heaving “that was amazing”

alex settled next to you, sitting up, his appearance dishevelled from his actions. he grinned at your words, trying for them not to boost his ego but ultimately failing. “i’m glad you enjoyed, love”

after your break, you shifted yourself so you could straddle his lap, wrapping around him. his jeans had come off when he went to go retrieve you the water, them being too uncomfortable with his hardness pressing against them still, now only left in his boxers.

you ground down on his cock, he felt warm beneath you. his hands flew to your waist, guiding you as your carried on grinding on him, alex’s head falling back against the headboard.

“can i ride you?” you say, any awkwardness from earlier had fully dissipated as you continued to roll your hips.

alex nodded eagerly as he groaned out from your actions.

“use your words, alex” you smirked, repeating back his own words, teasing him.

“fuck, yes yes ride me please” alex moaned out, your movements slowing as you got ready to get off him to quickly find a condom.

alex told you one was located in his wallet in his jeans as he simultaneously shimmied out of his boxers, a wet patch evident on them from where you were sat on him.

you opened the wrapper with your teeth before rolling it onto his length, the feeling of it made alex take a breath in through his teeth.

you straddled him once again and lined him up with you, finally sinking down on him slowly. he was big, you had already felt him in your hand, but in your hand is different to him actually being inside you.

you both moaned out at the feeling, you took a moment to sit to adjust to his size before moving slowly.

“fuck, you feel so good, love, i’m not sure how long i will last” alex moans out, his head falling back and his eyes rolling back into his head.

the roll of your hips became faster, your moans becoming louder. alex thrusted up slightly, meeting your hips and finding a steady rhythm. you searched for alex’s lips, both moaning into the kiss as the need for release became more apparent and his thrusts became less rhythmic.

your hand went down to circle your clit, to get you closer, but before you could get there to do it yourself alex’s thumb beat you to it, making you throw your head back in pleasure and clenching around him.

alex whimpered at this, unable to control the sounds falling from his lips. “if you keep doing that, love, i wont last another minute” he moans out.

“m’so close, alex, please” you say, youre not even sure what youre asking of him but he understands. the circles on your clit became faster as so did his thrusts and the roll of your hips.

“come on darling, come w’me, s’good for me” alex moans shamelessly into your ear.

everything becomes too much and before you know it youre coming on his cock with him as he fills up the condom, shallowly thrusting up into you as you both ride out your orgasms.

you lean foward so your foreheads are touching, both sweaty. he wraps his arms around you, just sitting like that for a moment before he pulls out of you and discards of the condom. he gets a damp flannel to come clean you up and passes you one of his shirts from his drawers to put on.

the strokes record had ended a long time ago, neither of you noticed, too busy wrapped up with each other to care.

alex returns to bed, laying next to you and pulls you into his chest. despite only meeting tonight, you both feel strangely at peace with one another. a certain comfortableness you’ve never felt before. almost like this is a routine and its been done before.

“you’re amazing” alex mumbles, pressing a kiss into your hair whilst stroking your arm.

you smile into his chest, pressing further into him. “could i stay?” you say, slightly muffled by your face being hidden in his chest.

“i thought that was to be assumed, especially after i just had the best sex of my life” alex replies, a smile evident in his voice.

you laugh into him, “me too” you agree.

you both drift off into a peaceful sleep, better than you have had in recent months, and stay tangled within each others limbs until you wake up.

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Another night, another nightmare. 

Cold sweat covers you and the watery in your eyes threaten to fall down. You can't control your breath and your heart seems to explode in your chest, but you cling to it to try to ground yourself back again. To try to come back to reality and realize you finally woke up.

You glaze at the white light from the moon, reflecting on your skin through the open window, casting a haunting spell on your bedroom. 

It startled you. Not from the cold it let in, but because you knew it shouldn't be open.

You closed it before you went to bed.

You were sure you closed it.

That fact and the soft breeze that hit your bare shoulders felt sinister, throwing you back to an occurring thought:

There's someone in your house.

You have been seeing things lately. 

It started with strange shadows sliding through the floor, doors unlocking without your or the wind action. You could feel things moving behind your back, but when you turned around, it was nowhere to be found. Something, someone was playing a sick game with you. And, in the same way you felt paranoid, you wanted to chase after it. You wanted to stare at it and tell you caught it first.

But you were losing the battle.

Now, almost every time the sun comes down and the moon is born again, you have night terrors. You tried sleeping pills, chamomile tea, light comedy tv shows – useless to your perturbed mind, it didn't help in warding off the nightmares.

It was always the same dream. You were paralyzed in your bed, stuck into witnessing everything. You would feel that presence around, faceless and threatening. 

His presence around.

He never touched you, but he hovered over you close enough that he echoed a cold lifeless feeling that would hit your bones. Words never came out of his mouth, but his black tar shadow stood in front of your bed, watching over you as a compromise. As a prize to keep, as something precious.

As a prey.

But when he would finally hover on top of you, and you could start to tell apart what was the darkness of the room and what was him, he left. 

Every single night, as soon as he came, he left.

He left you stranded, trembling in fear of the unknown. But worst – desperate for more.

You tried to shake off the feeling, telling yourself that enormous amount of fear sometimes felt like something else. Those times after you come back from the state of dreaming, panting and still around the feeling of being trapped, your mind always runs to one solution.

With your shaken hands you got your cellphone, sending a message to your caller: your dear boyfriend, Alex. 

Alex, the only to get you, your brown haired lover. People told you you were going crazy, but never him. When everything feels too loud, he understands you, hugs you into his huge figure and tells you it was fine. That you weren't insane.

Quickly, your fingertips type on the keyboard, as if it was a distress signal.

al 🫶 r u there? can you come over???

You send it, and something eases on you when the green sign tells you that he saw it. He didn’t answer it, but he didn’t need to. Because you knew that, when you call, he runs to you. 

You should’ve suspected when he arrived too quickly, almost immediately, but you were desperate. So when you heard his steady knock on your door, you just wanted to open it and welcome him.

He was standing by your doorframe, with droplets of water from the rain covering his combed hair and the murk of the night accentuating his features. Before his mouth could say anything, you dropped yourself into his arms, taking in the smell of his strong cologne. One of his hands went instantly to your waist, while the other one brushed the strands of hair away from your face.

His mouth whispered sweet things to you, bringing you to him while you cried onto his neck. He closed the door behind him and guided you to your bedroom again, still holding you the whole time. When you got there, you finally had the courage to look him in his face. His beautiful and sharp traces looked worried, his usual nonchalant appearance disappearing until he was only your familiar Al. 

“Hey… You’re alright, love, you’re with me. Let me guess, another nightmare?”

You nod your head shyly to him, knowing your eyes and cheeks are all red. His touch was soft while caressing your head, putting you carefully in your bed as if you were his doll. When you laid down, feeling dizzy and safe for having him with you, the light from the full moon let you finally take a proper look at his brown eyes looking down on you. But deep in it, even if still holding the same concern and care, something different gleamed. A gleam that told you that he was holding himself from doing something, and seeing you so unwarned for him made it difficult for him to keep control.

The coldness of his hands contrasted with the warm glow in his eyes, burning with something dangerously close to hunger.

Something carnal.

You thought that the absence of mirrors in his apartment meant that he was insecure. You thought that when he avoided to talk about his past and family was because they lived far away. His pale skin, odd behavior, ancient vocabulary, and now the burning gleam in his eyes...

It was like a puzzle falling into place.

“Alex…?”

Looking up at him, you figured it all out. It didn't make sense, but you understood it.

It was him the one who watched you every night, the one that haunted your “dreams”. Your mouth fell open and your hands started to shake.

It was him all along.

As realization filled your features, he noticed what you got. So he gave you the answer to all your wonders.

Along the spark in his eyes, something else appeared. Standing out from the darkness around, you saw what you thought wasn't possible. Something that belongs to horror movies, fantastic dreams. Peeking from his mouth, a pair of two white shiny fangs stared you. Not only as a threat, but as a truth. A secret you shouldn’t know.

“You… It was you.”

The words sank in, more to yourself than anything else.

“Forgive me.”

The two simple words flowed almost imperceptible in the air. He didn’t truly mean it. And in the same way he did, you knew it.

He didn’t like the thought of you being terrified of him, no. But he couldn’t help it. 

You were the first one to truly stand by his side, who saw him as someone other than a monster. He let himself get closer to you, getting used to the different kind of life you provided for him. A one with someone by his side. He didn’t deserve you, but he couldn’t pull you away.

When you started to date, he thought that it would be enough. That he already had you, even if in the most normal way. Soon he went after more. He became more obsessed. He hid in the shadows, watched over you secretly. At night, when he knew he was unrecognizable for you, he grew bolder and drew closer to what he wanted the most – to you. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Again. He was growing more and more needy.

Needy for you, for your blood.

He didn't want it to get to this point, but he couldn't help it. Not when you smelt so pure, making him aware that you would taste so sweet on his tongue. He told himself he didn't want it, but maybe, that was what he was looking for all this time. 

And all those hidden feelings for all this time were about to break.

You told yourself that the rapid beating of your heart meant fear, but you were ecstatic, overwhelmed. By the truth, by who you were trusting yourself so willingly all these months.

You should be scared of him. 

He's been watching you.

He’s been chasing you. 

He’s been craving you.

He’s a blood sucking creature – a vampire.

Even then, there's no use to pretend you felt anything other than attraction for him.

Anything other than love for him.

You wanted to say something, but you felt it was useless. He already knew everything going through your head.

Carefully, he leaned into your neck, as if testing a boundarie. Your heart started to go faster. You didn't know if it was fear or anticipation, or which one was worse to feel at that moment. He looked up at you with his big eyes, who begged for permission. Not that he couldn't do it without it, but because he wanted to hear it from you. 

“Can I?”

The room felt too quiet, the silence that would change everything forever.

“Yes.”

He lowered your shirt until it rested on your shoulder, exposing the bare skin of your clavicle. He kissed slowly right into the pulse point in your neck, and a wave of unwanted excitement went through your body. It was the sweet before the sour. A preparation for you for what was about to come

The cold of his lips against your skin was his way to say “I love you”. 

The next moment you knew, his fangs were already deep inside of you.

A loud gasp escaped through your lips. Your body tensed and your pupils dilated. You felt it everywhere – in the shiver down your spine, head to toe. It burned like hell, and you felt you were going down in it. A feral growl escaped from him by the contact with your liquid, and his knuckles went white by his grip on you. 

You could feel him sucking you, now not holding back any part of him. His hands were all over you, his posture hard. The pain was unbearable, but in some way, pleasant.

He was disheveled, raw for you. And even if you couldn't totally process it, you liked the power you had over him.

You were enjoying it.

You were barely awake, the pain overcoming the limit of realness and transforming into something… different. You were lucid, but at the same time afloat. Your hands were gripping the sheets under you, your back arching like a cat stretching.  

Your trembling legs and the gut in your stomach started to drag you over the edge, a sensation dangerously close to the one you felt when he looked up at you after he was done, with his mouth gleaming from something different from blood.

The feeling started to get more familiar.

The pain became pleasure.

Somehow, you couldn't be afraid of him. Not when his fangs hit so deeply into your neck, but his hands held you as you were sacred. How could you be afraid of him when he murmured low praises under his breath between his work on you? He tells you that you are too good, even sweeter than he imagined, that he will make you his forever, with red dripping from his mouth and tenderness tied to his words. And you would just whimper and nod, pretending you could process anything else at the moment.

Anything other than how his mouth felt against your neck.

Anything other than him.

When your eyes weren't hardly closed, you would see stars hanging by the ceiling, with your finger interlocking harder on his scalp. He thought you would fight back, kick and try to break free of his grip on you. But to his surprise, you weren't pushing him away, and he took that as a sign to keep going. Actually, you were pulling him in, as if you were allowing him to enter. 

Allowing him to be a part of you, as you became a part of him.

When he felt you were on the edge, he let go of your neck and you whined at the hollow left there. He licked the red clean and kissed the bruises, until his wet lips reached your open mouth for a deep and messy kiss. You felt your own taste in his mouth, sweet and iron. He looked up at you, with his disheveled hair and chin drenched in blood.

His wild eyes gazed at you, apparently calm, but with worry hiding behind his eyelids. 

You never saw him so vulnerable.

So yours.

“You'll be alright, I promise you.” He kisses your forehead sweetly, whipping your tears while caressing your cheek. “I’m right here, I won't leave you. I won't ever leave you.”

His hands, his promises, it was all too soft for what just happened. Still, you let yourself sink into his touch, finding comfort in the concerning moment. Knowing that his words are sincere.

“Just let yourself sleep, love. This pain won't be forevermore.”

You felt his cold hands covered in warm hold you tightly, protecting. 

The last thing you saw before your nights turned sleepless for eternity was his comforting brown eyes on you, and the feeling that you felt the same way as him.