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Words: 1690
TW: Mentions of (begging to d!e)
Jiaoqiu continued to kiss you with a fervor that matched your own desperation, you felt a mix of overwhelming need and a deep, unspoken affection. Each kiss was a silent declaration, a plea that you couldn't voice but that echoed through your every touch and breath.
You clung to him, your hands gripping his shirt as if it were the only anchor keeping you grounded. His lips were relentless, moving against yours with a passion that left you breathless and wanting more. In the darkness of the alleyway, time seemed to stretch and bend, leaving just the two of you wrapped in a cocoon of desire and need.
Within the confines of your mind, you were whispering over and over that you loved him. The words were like a mantra, repeating endlessly in your thoughts as you drowned in the sensation of his kisses. Your heart was screaming with every touch, every press of his lips, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it out loud. It was as if the intensity of your feelings was too powerful to be spoken, only felt in the desperate need for his touch.
Every kiss was a silent confession of the depth of your feelings. You were lost in the need to be close to him, to be enveloped by his love and affection. The kisses were more than just physical; they were a desperate attempt to convey all that you couldn't express in words.
Jiaoqiu's kisses grew more insistent, each one a plea for more closeness, more of you. You responded with equal intensity, your lips moving against his with a frantic urgency. You wanted him to understand, to feel how much you cared without having to say it.
Stop...falling for him.
Jiaoqiu's grip on your waist tightened as your teasing words left your lips. "You're so messed up, Kissing someone like me..? " you said, a twisted smile curling at the edges of your mouth, an evil glint in your eyes.
He responded with an even more fervent kiss, as if trying to silence your dark humor with the intensity of his lips pressing against yours. His hands roamed your body, possessive yet desperate, as he pulled you even closer into his embrace. Between kisses, he breathed heavily, his words tumbling out between breaths, "It's because of you. You're the reason I'm this messed up."
His lips moved to your neck, trailing hot, urgent kisses as you gasped. He pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and desire. "At first, it was madness," he admitted, his voice raw. "When you devoured that Borisin and told me we could kill them all together... I thought I'd fallen into some twisted version of hell."
You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, a perfect mirror to your own chaotic feelings. His words struck a nerve, but before you could respond, his lips were back on yours, hungrier than ever, his need for you growing fiercer with every passing second.
