Taming the demon

chapter 13

Mia's POV:

Never in my life, have I felt this wanted.

A touch. A touch is an incomprehensible thing. It itself is a feeling that can make you feel too many emotions. One can deliver their messages, their emotions that they couldn't tell. I've felt only three types of touch in my life. Unwanted, lust, anger. I never knew what is a touch of warmness. What is a touch of love. This is what it is. This very touch that I'm feeling right now and right at this moment I realized how much I was wanting this touch. The way his fingers touched my bare skin and butterflies fluttered in my stomache. The way his lips grazed mine and a wave of pleasure burst inside me. It all seemed like a dream that I didn't know when it will be shattered. I wanted this dream longer and forever. I wonder if it could be possible.

Twisted, Connected, passionate, death!!

Those words of the seer whispered in my ear. I clutched him tighter like a child who's afraid to lose its warm blanket. I was laying on his arm, our bodies Connected and his wings covering our bare selves. His wing got tightened around me kepping me closer to him.

"No one's gonna hurt you again." He whispered and I can sense his eyes on me. I looked up at him. His crimson eyes were like a glowing ember in the abyss of this night. I felt protected. Like nothing can break through me. I felt safe. I clutched him even tighter and whispered.

"Thank you" His lips smiled. An actual smile I saw ever since we met. A normal smile. It was so addicting and contagious I found myself smiling too. He bend his head forward and our lips connected.

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Ever since that night when we give ourselves to each other I felt complete. Addictive and for once in my life I felt greedy. Greedy for his care, greedy for his touch, greedy for his stare, greedy for him. We spent our whole time making out. At this point I felt inseparable of him. Like an addiction he resided in my heart mind and soul. His marks imprinted on my body were the jewelry I loved to adorn myself in. I marveled at them. An explicit fear transformed my reverie like a nightmare.

I don't wanna be separated from him. But what if our destiny meant death for one. I don't know the feeling of love as I've never felt it before but one thing is that I don't wanna lose him or else I'll lose myself too. I felt something slithering on my waist.

"What happened?" His raspy voice sent chills inside me. Forgetting about my fears I turned around and kissed him. Hard. Hungry. Like a perfected performance, we were connected on the bed. Bare! In minutes.

We've been making out for quite a few days now but everytime it feels like it's my first. The feeling of joy and ecstasy fills my heart everytime. He stopped mid. Perplexed I watched him getting into his bottom and flying out as fast as a wind could. I stood there in that chapel, dumbfounded. And naked.

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After that night it's been three days but I hadn't seen even his glimpse. Before me wakening up he leaves the food and water enough for me till night. I was disappointed and hurt. Was I not good enough? Did I bored him? Like a unwanted toy do I meant to be thrown away too? These questions broken my whole existence. I tried going out but he locked me. Like old times. We were back to where we started. Strangers. The only difference is that I'm not afraid of him anymore Instead I lo–

I don't know if love is the name of this feeling but if it is then yes I love him. I love him and I felt broken and shattered. Incomplete without him. A lot of times my heart shattered my hope crushed. But everytime I held myself firmer but now I feel weak. Like everything just finished. My world collapsed. It felt like the fence I created around my heart I tried to jump over it. But with every beat it grew longer and longer. Hard to jump over. With every try I bled.

Not able to control myself anymore I plopped down to the floor. Tears I've been holding just released their hold from my eyes. A sob broke from my throat. I sat there crying and crying. Pinching myself hard hoping this to be a nightmare. But every bruise hit me with the reality and what just happened. Why did I even clung onto something when I knew I don't deserve anything. I was never deserving of this. Of this beautiful dream. That's what I was afraid of. I knew it was a dream that meant to be broken after waking up. It took me long to wake up from this reverie. And I lost myself in the process.