Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

That Was All It Took

"I love you." He whispered in between our sultry kiss, catching me off breath. I bit his lip, indicating that the feeling was mutual.

I could never get tired of kissing him, to taste the galaxy in their lips. I could never get tired of him.

His hands traced the back of my waist, grabbing my hip. My body pressed against his like two different worlds colliding into one.

He deepened the kiss. I pulled off the hair of his head, making him moan and groan at the same time. And boy, did it feel like a string of soft melodic tunes melting with the already tuned soft music in the background.

It was strange, because I was the in charge, but my knees were becoming weak and the trail of goosebumps wouldn't stop. Even now he was somehow controlling all the neurons of my body, and pushing them in such a way that it would oblige to his commands.

Oh gosh...his kiss trailed down my neck in a soft massage.

How does he do it every damn single time!?

"Don..." I rasped, shutting my eyes close as he continued trailing small kisses down my back.

My name from his mouth made him kiss me harder, melting me in a burning sensation. Cold winds blew past us, but everything else under my skin turned hot.

I was burning. Burning with desire.

I wanted him so bad.

His trail of kisses lingered back to my shoulders, going up my neck and stopping at my chin. I opened my eyes, only to find his icy eyes splashing with honey already lingering on my face, studying me as if I was an art piece.

My cheeks bubbled into a smile, my eyes helplessly admiring every inch of his face bathing under the orangish - yellow hue of streetlights.

It was just us right here in the middle of the street. I wrapped my arms around his neck, locking him in. His smile faded, making my heart race as his lips opened, lifting my chin up at his level.

My whole body stood still to whatever he was doing, wanting more. He traced his thumb down my lips, savouring every single touch.

I couldn't stop looking at him. His tall stature, firm chest overpowered by a black coat and Greek carved face.

God must have done himself a favour creating him.

I held up my hand, my lips opening as his eyes followed my finger brushing against the outline of his face, absorbing the masterpiece this man was.

My fingers went down his neck, reaching his firm shoulders, going down his chest. Tension rose between us as he watched my finger go places, circling around the silver buttons of his ironed coat.

I glanced at him, his eyes drowning at my touch. It was crazy to think that I had the same effect on him as he did on me.

He grabbed my finger, making my heart jump as the grab soon turned into a hold, taking me down the street.

We were together, walking down a street filled with red balloons and premium chocolate boxes with shiny gold covers and cotton clouds.

The music stopped playing. I watched as the performers left, walking down the opposite direction. A warm, crackling silence filled the air as we soon reached the end of the magical street.

I was jumping up and down in my mind. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I was excited.

The sound of cars and people walking by returned in a faint pulse as we walked further, crossing a different street.

I was freaking out at this point, but he remained as cool as a cucumber. People walking by stared at us, as some even stopped by to congratulate, glancing at the sparkling glow of the diamond ring I was wearing.