𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 (𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙣)

17

Finally, I could breathe.

I was drowning, and he brought me back to the surface.

As our lips moved together, I let my hands run up and under his shirt, feeling his warmth.

"Stella." He whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. "I wanna be yours."

I attack his neck with kisses, making him shiver and moan.

"I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours." He repeats.

I grab his face, both hands on his cheeks. "You are mine. You always have been baby."

Tears brim in his eyes. "Never let go of me. Okay?"

I grab his hand and drag him back into his room, discarding any clothes along the way.

We lay next to each other in his bed, feeling all over each other's body.

I couldn't help the tears that fall down my cheeks. "I missed this." I whisper.

"Me too." He smiles and pets my hair before climbing on top of me. "Do you want this?" He asks.

"Please." I whisper as my hands travel up and down his body.

I close my eyes as one finger slowly slides into me.

It had been so long that I couldn't hold back the moans.

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After his teasing, I grab him by the shoulders, and flip us over quickly and smoothly.

He gasps, but soon settles.

I lift his chin with my fingers, and kiss Along his windpipe. He hums and runs his middle finger up and down my spine.

After he puts on a condom, I slowly sink in, basking in the pleasure of feeling him.

"Elio." I whisper against his lips.

"Don't go. Ever." He whispers back, moaning.

"Never." I bite his lip.

"He whimpers and then says, "Im yours."

"Always." I smile.

"I want you so bad." He moans as I bite at his neck and tug his hair.

"I know. Tell me how bad you missed me. I wanna know."

He takes a few shaky breaths before speaking. "I stole your dress. I kept it under my pillow- oh fuck- I never slept on the- the left side of the bed because it was yours. I started to look at the stars. Fuck I missed you so much."

"I stole your shirt. I never let go of the fucking thing Elio."

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Not long after our little confessions, it was over.

We lay next to each other, so out of breath.

It shouldn't have happened. It was a mistake.

But I loved making mistakes.

I just wanted to taste him again. I want to feel him again. I want to be in love with him again.

He was like a drug. I know I should stop. I know I should give it up. But it's so goddamn addicting.

I'm addicted to him.

He was mine. Not because I demanded it, because he couldn't help it.

He rolls onto his side and stares at me. "I want this back. I- I'm so sorry."