No family, no money...all you have to your name is a black belt in martial arts. But tonight, on your 21st birthday, you'll get much more than an explanation about who you really are...
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After years, I've discovered that my cryptic, nightmarish dreams are really repressed memories. And Bang Chan is in those memories.
"I did know you when we were kids, (Y/N). I took you away from that place. From your father."
In the freezing rain, Bang Chan's eyes burn into mine. He pulls me closer, rain clinging to his hair, his full mouth...
"You're not making any sense."
"Just listen to me." I saved your life, and I'd do it again. Damn the consequences."
"But why? Why did you do it? Why did you–"
Instead of answering, Bang Chan takes my face in his hands...and he kisses me. The rain beating down, the pain, the confusion, it all disappears beneath his lips He holds me fast, his kiss like I've never experienced before. My fingers trace his rain streaked jaw, and closing my eyes, I press my lips hard against his. His breath catches as I kiss him fiercely, lost in the scent, the feeling of his body against mine.
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"(Y/N)..."
He whispers my name into my mouth, like a promise. Like an answer to so many questions. I press my forehead to his, gripping his soaked shirt.
"Bang Chan...this feels real."
"It is. I've never been more honest in my life."
Bang Chan's hands slide inside my wet clothes, curling over the small of my back.
"Everything I've ever done has been for you."
He bows his head, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
"Everything."
He kisses me again. His mouth is sweet and teasing at first, his hands on my waist a gentle grip. Then, he forces my lips to part. His tongue darts into my mouth, and my knees buckle.
Bang Chan. My true mate.
Lost in his kiss, I rake my hands into Bang Chan's thick, rain soaked hair. His grip on me tightens.
"God, what are you doing to me?"
Breathing hard, Bang Chan kisses me again, walking me back until I'm against the stone steps. Our true mate bond flames like liquid metal in our veins, and I lower myself against the steps. Bang Chan is on top of me, his tongue tangling with mine in a deep and passionate kiss.
"Fuck. I can't stop. I don't want to."
His hands under my shirt inch higher and higher.
"Bang Chan...don't stop." I beg him.
With my words, Bang Chan kisses me again, harder. I lose myself in his lips, in his tongue. His kiss is all-consuming, mingled with rain water, his vanilla scent, his longing. His fingers skim up my stomach, over my ribs. Higher and higher.
