INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE]

[🍑]Liquid Heat

Baby the sound of you, better than a harmony
I want you off my mind, and on me~🎶

Every kind of way- H.E.R

Chapter Twenty Three

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The hotel room was a lot better than I had expected. Just after entering there was a short hallway with a door adjacent to the entrance that led into the bedroom. The other two doors on either side led to the bathroom and walk-in closet.

The bedroom was massive and so was the bed, the comfortable red and gold sheets and comforter illuminated by the lamplight that shone dimly, barely casting it's glow throughout the entire room. The furthest wall held another door that opened into the sitting/dining area and kitchen, stocked to the brim with everything you'd ever need to prepare a meal or snack, but I wasn't hungry. I was too nervous about the day to come, not to mention the fact that Masky was with me, alone in this underground hotel room where anything could happen.

I watched with tired eyes as he removed his jacket, left wearing a white t-shirt that didn't do much to hide his slightly muscular physique.

My breath stopped, however, when his mask was removed and placed on the bedside table.

"You wanna take a shower or bath before bed?" He asked, turning to me.

I swallowed, nodding at his question and looking away, pretending to be intrigued by the paintings that were hung on the walls, depicting morbid scenes of violence, torture and death.

Masky drew closer, his hand tilting my chin up so I would look into his eyes.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Y-yeah.." truthfully I didn't know why I was so nervous around him now. Usually I'd be more talkative but after our kiss in the hallway I found it hard to meet his gaze. I'd always known that Masky was interested in me for some strange reason, what I didn't know was when the feeling became mutual.

"Are you still against killing him?" He asked, pulling me out of my reverie.

I looked away again, "I just don't know if it's the right thing to do."

"Do you want your life to go back to normal?"

"I-"

"Do you want to see your family again?"

I let out a heavy breath.

Of course I wanted all those things, but at what cost?

Masky used both hands to cup my face, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he dipped his head, his lips meeting mine and causing my heart to flutter madly in my chest.

How could he kiss me so tenderly when he kills for sport?

How could he make me feel so safe, despite knowing how dangerous he was?

Why did I allow myself to be so vulnerable with him?

It didn't make sense.

I let out a soft whimper against his lips, kissing him back just as tenderly, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine.

His tongue then delved into my mouth, sliding against mine more feverishly as one hand dropped from my face, moving down to grasp my hips as he melded our bodies together while the other gripped my hair, tugging my head back so he could have better access to my mouth.

I found it hard to breathe, my hands grasping at his shirt as small moans left my lips.

His fingers dug into me with a ferocity that left me whimpering and his own gruff moans caused a slick warmth to build up down south.