Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

I Get It

I couldn't get a single word off my tongue, let alone muster up the courage to speak. Seconds turned into minutes, and the icy storm in his eyes kept growing on me, demanding an answer.

I bit my lip, licking it damp, but nothing appeared to help. I was floating on cloud nine, in a different universe.

I had forgotten everything. It was only him I had in my mind. Only him.

And he kept looking at me, hunger smearing the ice in his eyes.

I? I kept looking at him. Our eyes remained stuck on each other, like a spitfire clashing with ice, melting into each other downright.

My breath paused as his fingers trailing up went down, finding it's way out of my gown.

I blinked at him, words forming,

"What happened--"

But he didn't let me finish. He pressed his bottom against mine through the thin fabric of my gown, strangling a soft moan out of me.

"Ahh...Donnor...."

He waited for a few seconds, letting me get adjusted to the feel of his hard bulge against my private area curtained by only a thin clothing.

I hated to admit it, but I was already getting all damp underneath. He had me imprisoned.

His lips met mine alongside, his hand venturing everywhere from my waist to my back, grabbing my hips.

This wasn't anything close to the times we had kissed and made out earlier. This was like an overdose, and I didn't mind getting overdosed by him.

He grazed his goodie to the left slowly, leaving my mouth open and eyes shut. It went from left to right, making my legs split apart to give him proper access.

He was a perfectionist. He touched all the pleasure points, filling the room with the tunes of my gasp and moans as he caught up with the pace, matching the rhythm of our kiss.

My body moved against his, my hands finding their way to the buttons of his white shirt, unbuttoning it.

His shirt dropped on the floor alongside my underwear. A candy rush intoxicated my body as my hands ran down the firm surface of his chest, absorbing every little detail---the strength, bones, and muscle, all tingling hot with my touch.

We were out of this goddamn world, in a different reality--and it felt no more than heaven; a place I was getting way too addicted to.

My hands went from exploring his rocky chest to his messy hair in a whisper between the sparks of fire engulfing his icy mountains.

"Fuck Donnor...I don't want you to stop...ever.."

A painful snap went through my head as soon as I uttered that, realizing I would regret saying that. But in the moment? I didn't care. He was right here with me, and I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

His lips went down my neck, whispering hot,

"The feeling is mutual."

My heart rolled off the hospital floor at his words---Donnor---the heartless man in this world, top wing terrorist, and the one who never gives in...he validated the rush I felt next to him, the addiction and intoxication...

He just told me he feels the same.

Oh gosh.

Am I hallucinating!?

I wasn't sure if I should be worried or excited, but my stomach turned bubbly.

Others would have called me an idiot..but I squealed...I don't know where this sudden burst of happiness came from...I should have kept it to myself...but my heart was overflowing in a candy rush.