Crazy In Love | Buggy

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- warning this chapter contains smut -

There were no words in the English language that could ever come close to describing how euphoric it felt to finally kiss him. After weeks of wanting to - wanting to more than I had ever wanted anything in my life - it felt like heaven.

I had promised myself that I could have one kiss from him. Just one. Then, I'd never kiss him again, I'd never think about him like this again. So, I was going to enjoy this kiss while it lasted. I was going to savour it, like good wine. I allowed myself to absorb every little second of it. I really focused on how it felt, how he felt. And let me tell you, he felt amazing.

His lips were soft and plump. The feeling of them against my lips was like bliss, no kiss I had ever had ever felt half as good as this did. I could taste his clown makeup in my mouth, and I could guarantee that he could taste my clown makeup, too. The taste, which would normally be a bad taste, only added to my enjoyment. It was the taste of him. No other man had tasted like that, and no other man I'd ever kiss would.

At first, our kiss was soft. It only lasted a couple of seconds. After that, he pulled his head back just slightly, so that his lips were still grazing against mine. It was as if he was gaging whether or not I wanted it. Believe me, I wanted it.

The main thing that I felt in that moment was pure frustration. I had promised myself one kiss and, technically, that was one kiss. I wanted - no I needed - to have his lips back on mine once again. I decided that kiss didn't count as one. It had been too soft, too quick. I deserved another one. A longer one, with a little more passion. But deep down, I knew that I was breaking the rule I had set for myself.

It didn't matter. All of my reservations and moral issues had disappeared the second I had tasted him.

"Are you sure you just want one kiss?" He whispered against my lips softly, his hot breath against my skin causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on their ends.

As I stared into his ocean green eyes, I knew that I didn't just want one kiss. I didn't think any amount of kissing him would ever be enough to satisfy me. I could kiss him for a lifetime and I'd still want more.

It made me feel nauseous. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him. The logical part of my brain was screaming for me to stop. He was a monster, evil, right down to his core.

I had seen what he and his clowns had done to this town. They had torn it apart, not because they had to but because they simply wanted to. It was fun for them, fun for Buggy. He enjoyed suffering. If I hadn't volunteered, he would have made that little boy walk on glass. That was pretty evil. In fact, it was incredibly evil.

Yet, despite it all, every inch of my body craved every inch of his. It felt like magnets, like I was being pulled towards him despite my best efforts to pull away. He was irresistible. The more I tried to resist, the more I wanted it. No, needed it. I needed just one more kiss. Then, I lied to myself, I could be satisfied.

"Maybe just... a one more," I whispered back, which made him smile like an idiot. He looked so damm cute when he smiled like that.

I initiated the second kiss, which made me feel extra disgusting. But I couldn't wait for him to initiate it. It was taking to long. I felt as if I was going through withdrawals. I tangled my fingers all into his long blue hair. It was tied up, but I still managed to get a good grip on it, pulling his head back closer to mine. I pressed my lips back against his.

The second kiss was different from our first. Much different. We didn't start off slow or gentle for this kiss. It was immediately deep and passionate. There was a clear hunger in this kiss, an aggressive, almost violent urgency to it. I allowed my lips to part open, so that his tongue could enter my mouth.