Ghostface Fanfic(s?)

9. So close, yet so far away

Note: This one is a little longer than the rest of the chapters, but it's because I came up with the best cliffhanger lol, enjoy

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"I.. you're, hah... quite amazing yourself.."

He chuckled breathlessly.

"And I've had past experience... fuck.. but it was a long time ago I did this kind of thing.. and nothing could compare to this.. "

Daela grinned.

"Oh?~ Am I that good?~"

She asked while leaning in, just to stop millimeters away from his lips. Feeling his breath and eagerness. He tried his best to resist the urge to kiss her again. It felt wrong, he wasn't supposed to feel this way about someone. His whole plan and persona was to bring pain and suffering to his targets.. Yet.. It didn't feel so wrong during this moment. Maybe.. Another kiss wouldn't hurt?.. Just.. One.. More..

"Yes.. "

He whispered, focused on her lips as she moved away. Feeling the rush of blood to his head once more.

"Want to kiss me again?~"

She could read him like a book. It was painfully obvious that he wanted to but she just had to tease him about it. Her teasing made him groan.

"You know.. I do.. I.. Really. Really. Do.."

His voice was strict and direct. He knew exactly what he wanted, so he told her. No beating around the bush, and she liked that. He was clearly blushing because he was so excited, but he felt a little embarrassed by the fact that she could affect him this much. But the feeling of embarrassment quickly faded away by the thought of her lips, it infected his mind. He could barely contain himself anymore.

His hands started shaking. In his mind a whole war was being fought. Should he kiss her again? He really wanted to just grab her and crash his lips against hers and let them dance, then let destiny decide what happens later. Or maybe he shouldn't? Maybe she doesn't want to, that she's just using him.. No.. She seems just as aroused and excited as him.. 

Daela grabbed his rough hands and placed them on her hips, and pushed her body against his. She then swung her arms around his neck, looking deep into his eyes. Her hands felt the back of his head, playing with his hair once again.

"Do you want me, Ghostface?~"

She looked innocent but full of lustful intent. Her gaze traveled down, carefully watching him wet his lips. His body was burning, hearing his heart pumping fast. The rough hand on her hip instinctively squeezed and felt her plump flesh. It slowly made its way up her body and slipped in under her blouse, feeling her soft and warm skin. She was perfect. The sensation sent shivers of excitement down his spine.

"You already know... So badly.. I want you so fucking badly.."

Her body pushed against his, his hand on her soft skin and her needy eyes. It didn't require much more to make his pants feel tighter. He bit his bottom lip, trying his best to hold back. She was too tempting.

Daela felt something poking her and it made her grin.

"I wonder what's going inside that head of yours.. maybe something, naughty?~"

Seeing him so worked up, she couldn't help but to continue teasing him. She had him wrapped around her finger, and she was well aware of it. Her touch made all his senses go wild.

"Oh, I think you know, dear."

Ghostface spoke softly in a whisper, not letting his eyes off of her lips. So close, he thought. So close, yet so far away. She leaned in, whispering using their shared breath.

"Enlighten me~ I want you to show me.. Just what you're thinking of~"

Daela loved seeing his desperate reaction. His heart rate picked up again, her tease sent so many emotions coursing through his body. Her touch was pure torture. Even though she dared him to touch her, he hesitated. So, to give him a little encouragement, she gave his top lip a little lick and grazed her lips over his. Hovering over the could be kiss. From that short moment, his sanity snapped.

He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her deeply, pushing himself against her. It was much more intense than before. They were both so hungry for each other and had dragged it out for too long. The emotions were almost overwhelming. Moaning and groaning into the kiss, feeling each other's lips and tongue. Getting lost and consumed by the long awaited contact. To him, she was a tease. An intoxicating tease. He couldn't get enough and wanted more. This time, even though it pained him, he parted from the kiss.

"Follow me."