𝕯𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝕽𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝕾𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 | 𝕺𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨

❛❛Inspired by the song "I'm yours" by Isabel LaRosa❜❜..enjoy

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"You do realise that you can look, right?" He says while taking off his shirt. I sat on the bed with my hands covering my face, I was to flustered to speak. I let out a sigh before replying.

"N..no thanks. Your body is your body and I don't have the right to see it in this manner.." I reply. My face gets warmer by the second.

"Well, what if I want you to see me like this. Then what?" He questions. He inches himself closer to me. The smell of freshness lingers in the air. I try my best not to swoon.

"Well then, it should be fine." I felt hand around my wrists. God , i felt so awkward.

"You can look, I give you permission Iva." he replies while holding my hand. He takes my hand and guides it down from his chest to his waist. My eyes trail his movement.

"This is only yours, alright? Only you can touch me like this." He places my hand on his chest. I felt his heart race. He makes me feel safe, yet scared.

"This doesn't feel right." I say while taking my hand off his chest. I couldn't do this, we aren't even lovers and this is the way that we're acting...

He takes out a black marker and places it in my hands. "Use this and mark me as yours, because that's what I am right? I'm yours and you're mine.." he subtly confesses. My eyes locked with his. I took a deep breath and nod.

"Y..yes that's exactly what we are. You're mine and I'm yours..." I begin to write my name across his chest. The marker travels down to his waist. Hesitant to mark him further, I give him a look of reassurance.

"Are you sure that I can do this?"

"Yes, you have my permission Iva. Mark me as much as you want.." he allows. The marker travels down to his v-line. I close the marker and dig my nails into the areas I marked. He hisses slightly. His mine. I'm his. We are, what others call, "lovers" or "enemies". This is new to me.

"The places that you marked, are the areas where you can only touch me, no one else but you and I can't wash it this away, unless you give me permission."

"Are you sure this is okay? I mean we aren't friends. We're enemies. We don't like each other. Why are we doing this? I'm just confused and I want to set it straight." I blurt out.

"I know that we don't see eye to eye. You're annoying. You're self centred. You're tiring. You piss me off so fucking much but everytime you open your fucking mouth, i fall more in love with you, Iva. Admit it. We both fucking like each other because "enemies" don't look at each other the way that we fucking do. Tell me I'm wrong." He lashes out. His words pierced my heart somehow. He's right. We aren't friends or enemies. We have fallen for each other and I can't explain why I like him. We're enemies and we belong together.

"You're right but what are we? Just friends? Lovers? Enemies?"

"Well, what do you want us to be?"

I inhale deeply, "lovers..."

"Then that's what we are. We're lovers. I belong to you and you belong to me. Im Only Yours"

"Are you sure?" I ask. How do I that I can trust him? I've been let down so many times that I have given up on romance and attraction.

"Iva Lilian Evergreen, I have never been so sure in my life. You're the first person that to make me feel is this way and I say that out of pure confession. I want you to -" He pauses. He takes a deep breath. His voice shaky and hesitant.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He finally confesses. I felt my heart drop, almost like the heavy weight has been lifted. I felt happy. I felt calm. I felt at ease with him.

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend, Spencer but only on one condition"

"And what is that?"

"Let me kiss the areas that I marked." I inch myself closer to him. He moves backwards until he lays back on the bed.

"Lay down and try not to move." I say as I kiss his neck, moving slowly down to his abs. He's so sensitive. My kisses cause him to let out small moans. He tugs on my hair before I move down to his v-line.

"Iva, please. Not there. That's my sensitive spot" he pleads. I smirk slightly and ignore his words. I pull down his pants slightly and begin kissing his v-line. I felt him tense up, he grips the bedsheets slightly.

"Please..d.. don't-"

i bat my eye lashes.

"Iva-" he begins, "Kiss me. Please. I want you." He begs. I hover above him and gently press my lips against his. His hands hugged back as he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter and fight for dominance.

He breaks away from the kiss and flashes a small smile before hugging me tightly. I nuzzle my head in his chest before slightly kissing his cheek.

"Promise that we'll do this every night before we go to bed?"

"I promise, my enemy" I tease

"So do I, my lover."