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"Madara? What are you doing here?"

Silence.

His tall body stood before me in all its power and glory, blood of innocents stained his clothes and hands.

The air between us was electric, filled with our shallow breaths.

"I...", his voice trailed off in the dark, eyes looking away.

The night smells of blood, of death, Of you.

He took my hand, lifting it in the level of our faces, intertwining our fingers.

I looked at the hands covered in blood

Our heartbeats echoed in our hollow chests.

"Madara..." I whisper my voice trembling 

"I need you right now." his red eyes piercing into my soul.

 reality broke.

"Then take me" I smile

With that quiet confession and flash of his hungry, red eyes, his rough lips collided with mine, full of lust.

You taste like hell.
And I'm addicted.

The way his lips moved was rough and impatient.

His composure was lost, his stoic mask broken.

It didn't seem like him.

it seemed as if something in him detonated, exploded,

And it came crashing on me like a wave.

His lips got more aggressive. Eyes and hands more hungry.

I was too frozen to return the kiss,
But the moment I felt his calloused hands gripping my body, my waist, my thighs, everywhere, I let that wave of his carry me wherever it flowed,

"Y/n"

"Mm?"

His voice was deep and serene, but his hands that were gripping me were like a lock,

"I can't escape you"

He didn't wait a moment more, he lifted my body, my legs were around his waist, I'm slammed against a tree, held by his bloody hands.

My voice broken, shattered, I say his name in ecstasy, in mania, as his teeth and lips grazed my neck, his bites bringing tears of pleasure to my eyes.

You make pain and pleasure melt into one.

His long hair was dark as the night as I tangled my trembling fingers into it, trying to hold onto reality.

Your lips are a sweet kiss of death,
You will make me your own Goddess of Hell

Clothes on the floor, ripped.

We fall down, our lips inseparable, our breathes merging together like fire and ice.

I feel his hands touching every inch of my skin that was once hidden under the clothes, making me tremble like a lamb.

His fingers passed over my lips and neck, he touched and gripped my chest, caressed my stomach, my thighs, gentle and loving.
Then he spread my legs with a swift move, our eyes locked together for eternity.

You set my heart ablaze.

There exists nothing but you and me now.

"I wonder what you taste like."

"Madara...I-"

Shhhh...

His tongue did wonders between my legs as his fingers reached my face, pushing his long fingers in my mouth, I could taste the blood on my tongue. releasing all the passion and emotion he kept inside 

Make me yours.

Become one with me.

I held his arm, my hands shaking with pleasure, as I moved my lips around his fingers that took many lifes before while looking into his eyes, capturing him.

Before he came face to face with me again, and slammed himself inside of me.

Before I could let out any noise, he muffled it with his lips,

They tasted like death,

Because that's what he brings.

He placed his big hand over my mouth as he brought ecstasy between my legs, my nails were digging in the pale, moonlight skin of his back, leaving red tracks as his name escaped my lips, we melt into one.

Have me until there's nothing left of us.

As he whispered my name, his hot breath fanned over my face.


I broke into pieces.

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