Crimson Summer || Book Two

62| "Love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doin it right,"

~Casper~

Tora's often proven me wrong.

To the point where sometimes I like to think he makes a game out of it.

Driving me insane with his word against mine, knowing I'll lose at some point.

Assuming I'll cave because he earned it, not because I love him with every atom in my being.

I think it's a mixture of both, but confessing would be a death wish in the making.

Yet here, right now, he's proven me wrong.

Just by being himself.

I strongly believed that perfection didn't exist.

There's no such thing as the perfect moment or the perfect time, hell I'm not perfect, and never in a million years would I say Tora on his own is perfect.

But together, in this flawless moment, we are a beautiful perfection only seen in faint visions and mild dreams.

Knotted deep inside him with my hand gently caressing his arched back as he met my lips with a hunger that never fades. His hands wrapped around my neck with our sticky chests pressed together, feeling each other's heavy breathing start to sync. Tora's tear-stained cheeks flushed, the copper blood of my bitten lip smothered onto his swollen nibbled ones. Both of us covered head to toe in hickeys, bruises, cuts, scratches, bumps, and sweat.

"Mmm," Tora winces slightly from the pain and I give his hand a small squeeze, nuzzling his cheek with my nose to get him to speak as he squeezes his beautiful hazel eyes shut.

"Baby, are you okay? Just a little bit longer," I whisper, unable to pull out now for at least twenty minutes as we were quite literally stuck together for the first time in a euphoric way that has me trying not to lose my god damn mind.

"I'm okay, you should know by now a little pain doesn't scare me," He reminds me, twisting my waves into curls as we continued with softer, slower kisses.

"You know if you're not pregnant after this, I'll be mildly surprised considering I've lost count," I sigh into his curled lips, confessing that he's won our little war this time and might have my baby after all.

I only say might because I never like getting my hopes up when my heart is on the line.

"Don't say that," Tora whimpers with our heads pressed together as he moans, taking me in without complaining.

"Why?" I ask and he shifts his hips in a way that has me biting my lip as he somehow manages to pull me closer.

"Because I really want your baby," Tora's voice softens and my heart flutters even in its exhausted state.

"Okay okay, I won't talk about it," I shut up again, not wanting to upset the vulnerable side of my little mate as I sprinkle him in the smallest kisses and he groans.

"I thought when this happened again that I would get triggered or scared, especially of this," Tora whispers as his lips just touch mine, tracing my jawline with the tips of his fingers.

"But I can see the way you think of me, in an inevitable sky fully of starry scrambled thoughts, I am the sun to which your galaxy revolves around and suddenly everything makes sense,"