•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Twenty Two|

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

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The wedding is in two weeks, on 23 February. I still can't believe it. My life turned upside down, since this date ever felt normal to me. Otherwise, whenever, 23 February, crossed my mind, it gave me shivers.

But my life, is sure going to be fine from here. However, there are still some business to take care of. I slept thinking a lot about few things, but when I woke up....

I felt something unusual sliding between my legs, making my eyes snap open, letting out a low moan. I can't help it.

When I looked down I saw, him grinning at me devilishly. His arms on the either sides of my legs, and his fucking gorgeous face, between my legs.

I gasped, sliding up to the headboard. "R-Rin; it's morning?" He decreased the gap, moving closer to my face, meeting his lips on mine. My juices painted on my lips, and he immediately ran his tongue over my lips, slurping. My face is so red, I can feel it.

He frequently breaks the kiss, whispering against my lips, "Good morning, doll." Damn! His voice is so deep that it is making me weak in my knees.

I breathed out heavily, feeling the wetness between my legs.
"What are yo-"

"No." He put his finger on my lips. His piercing blue gaze looking up and down at me, with a slight smirk on his lips and burning passion.

"I had this dream..." He whispers so low, not moving away from my face, sliding his hand up on my thigh, pushing it apart, positioning himself between my legs. "...where I can't breathe because you were so freaking hot." My jeans already hanging in my ankles with my panties which is pulled out in a swift motion, leaving me in nothing underneath the bedsheet.

I grasp over the bedsheet, froze in my spot. Neither speaking nor moving. His lips presses to mine again, in a gentle kiss. "In nothing, tied to my bed, moaning and squirming underneath me. Praying me, wanting me so badly." His lips glides down my throat to the end of my shoulder.

"You were so captivating that I felt myself so damn hard, when I woke up and then I saw you, sleeping next to me, peacefully." My breathe getting heavy, my heart beating so loud and fast. His fingers fiddled with the buttons of my shirt.

"How can you sleep, when I am all awake because of you." He leans in again pressing his lips on my skin, giving sloppy, slow kisses. "Your lovely moans slipping out of your mouth, your beautiful face in the mattress, your pretty cunt, wrapped around my cock, sometimes my fingers and most of the time my tongue."

My hands dig into the mattress, breathing breathlessly. My eyes roll in pleasure, to his touches. His hands moved up to my shoulder, slipping it down my shoulder. "No brassiere. Easy for me." He snickers, gliding his tongue down my throat, and stopped on my chest. He pushed my legs apart, getting closer.

His hardness against my core, is making it difficult to breathe, hard to hold, hard to react. His lips wrapped around my nipples, sucking the life out of me. His hand moved to my other side, squeezing in his perfectly fit and big palms. I yelped at the feeling of his teeth sinking in my skin.

Pulling him closer into my moulds, so tightly, grabbing his hair, that it was sure hard for him to breathe, he struggles to, so he pinched my other nipple in his fingers, making me let him go, instinctively.

"I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Woman, you definitely were at the verge of killing me before the marriage." He chuckled, taking my hand in his. I looked up in his eyes, which were stuck on me.