"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Forty-Eight.

Darren's POV.

If she wasn't heaven in person, then I don't believe heaven is even real.

God, her taste.. 

Her wetness tastes just like candy, and she didn't stop.

I was never really a boy to finish his food as a kid, and I still do it from time to time..

But if my food were her, every day, I wouldn't think twice to have every last drop, every last bite.

I groaned silently, sitting back down on my bed.

My sweet, innocent, pretty little Sweetheart..

She was pure and angelic, but boy, she could be damn sin personified..

She made me lose my mind with how damn perfect she was, how much she made me want her.

How much I wanted her to be mine.

Because she was. 

She was mine.

Because I was hers.

She may not know how much she has me wrapped around her finger.

I was a goner the moment her pretty eyes met mine.

When her sweet smile flashed at me.

When her innocence became mine to taint, her purity to consume, her sweetness to have.

I should've known immediately the moment she came into my life, my existence, that I would do whatever I could to keep her.

I was always a more logical guy, I never believed in love or fate.

Never until her. 

Never until she came along.

She changed everything—changed me—but I didn't mind it.

I didn't mind being completely in love with her, obsessed with her, completely devoted to her.

Because she was everything I never knew I needed.

She was perfect.

She was amazing, gorgeous, sweet, beautiful, smart, and kind.. and every goddamn thing that I couldn't even start to describe.

She was made for me.

She was heaven and hell.. 

I never believed in God—I was more of an Atheist who just pretended to believe.

But now..

God is a woman, I started to believe it.

She made me crave for more.

For more of her, more of her essence, more of her innocence, more of her sweetness.

I was addicted. 

I was obsessed.

I wouldn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

I wouldn't stop until I had every single part of her, every single ounce of what made her... her.

I was addicted, and I was never gonna quit.

No, God no.

No, this was more than just an addiction.

This was beyond an obsession.

This was a complete obsession, need, devotion, and complete adoration of her.

Of everything that she was, everything she is and everything she will ever be.

I needed her.

I needed her more than I needed oxygen.

I needed her more than anything in this universe.

It was complete and utter devotion.

She was my addiction, my vice, my everything.

Her. 

I needed her.

Every inch of her skin, every breath she took, every word, every sound she made, every single thought that passed through her head..

I wanted to memorise it.

I wanted to savour it.

I wanted to worship her, devour her, have all of her, make her mine forever.

I wanted her in any way, any shape, any form.

I would not stop 'till I had every single bit of her.

I wanted every last drop of her sweetness, her innocence, her purity, her naivety..

Her everything.

She was mine to corrupt, mine to have..

Mine, mine.. mine.

I would do anything to have her.

Even if I had to crawl all the way to hell and back.

For her, my sweet, lovely, pretty little sweetheart..

God yes, for her, anything.

There was no doubt about that.

I was going crazy, losing my mind in the best way..

She was becoming my entire world, the only thing I thought about every waking moment.

I couldn't even think straight.

I couldn't even form coherent thoughts without her name popping up in my head.

She was everywhere.. in my head, in my heart, in my soul.

I could practically taste her on my tongue, smell her sweetness in the air.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her face, could feel her hands on my skin.

Every time I laid my head down on my pillow, I could hear her breathing gasps in my ears.

I was a goner now. 

Officially a goner.