Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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I've always thought love was a myth growing up. Even from a young age I knew my parents weren't in love, they never were. Why they married, I had no clue. I still don't, but what I do know is how much I detested the idea of falling in love because I didn't believe in it, until I met him.

Until I loved him.

No one told me how much of a beautiful thing love truly was. I'm glad they didn't, it would've ruined the surprise for me and the act of falling wouldn't have felt as good as it did.

It wasn't until I turned to look at him, analyzed all his flaws and took them, admiring them that I truly realized I'll never get tired of the feeling.

After properly asking me to be his girlfriend, we had the most amazing sex ever. Every time we had sex it was amazing, however this time was different. He wasn't rough. He was almost loving.

Silas took it slow and gentle with me, as if I was still a virgin and he was worried he'd hurt me by going too rough.

I liked it. I liked how gentle he was with me, just as much as I like how rough he is. Sometimes I just want to be fucked like a wife, but also fucked and used like a sex doll.

I run my hand over his cheek. For a boy who takes pleasure in inflicting pain onto others, he takes great care of his skin. It's flawless, even more so than mine.

"Never knew you enjoyed touching me so much." A teasing chuckle escaped his parted lips when I pulled back instantly. Had he been awake this entire time?

I sat back in the cushions, enjoying how they felt on my exposed skin. "I don't."

My eyes subconsciously watched his every move as he went to sit up from his previous lying position. His eyes soon met mine and he smiled.  "I like touching you."

I released an overextended, exaggerated sigh, hoping that would be enough  to distract him from noticing my face reddening.

"Of course you do, you're a pervert."

He poked my cheek. "Maybe I am."

I raise a suspicious brow at him. "You're proud of it?"

Shamelessly he nods. Of course. Silas pulled me into his warm embrace. I didn't stop him. "You're kind of like a tsundere."

My eyes widened a little at that. "How do you know that word?" I asked.

He shrugs his shoulders, keeping his expression calm and observant as his eyes scanned my face for any obvious emotion.

"You mentioned it one time, so I looked it up." He smiled again but it wasn't in any way friendly. "I figured the name matches you. You're my little Tsundere."

I pulled away from him. "Excuse you but I am not a Tsundere."

He grabs a hold of my arm, forcing me back on him to the point I'm almost sitting on his lap. Without continuing the debate any further, he buries his head in the crook of my neck. Suddenly I'm hot and all tingly on the inside.