She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 126: End War

Chapter 126

Serah POV

“Just ruin me already.”

…

And so he did.

A rag doll would have more dignity than I would have.

It had been five days that the sunlight touched my skin.

We had been surviving on a liquid diet, mostly of our own.

And bruises played with our senses.

They'd be here then disappear, then reappear.

Well to say less, days and night had been rough.

Dignity went on a leave and my sanity was left at the door before at the entry this magnificent room.

That would need a lot of fixing.

The sharpest and most beautiful of ornaments, broke under the battle.

Bodies flew around, grip so fierce, traces of nails and bumps figured as well on our body than on the walls.

If was a mess.

My eyes dove into mine, the light that shone was no more.

The gold was masked by my sinful dust.

And a veil of darkness kept the light trapped.

My hair.

They needed to be washed.

We did take showers in between sessions that somehow we turned into love making sessions.

But still, it was already full of sweat, greasy looking, just like my body.

The strands were disturbed unkempt. Altogether or completely alone.

They were brushed behind my ear as a soft kiss was placed on my cheek.

A figure slowly appeared behind me as he migrated to my neck, then a  kiss on the hollow of my collar bone.

It might seem sweet but somehow my chest started moving up and down on a very slow rhythm.

His arms wrapped around my ribs to keep me in place.

And I pushed myself against the sink, arms outstretched, as he pounded behind me.

My voice was overworked, and was coming out only when not capricious.

It was supposed to be a bathroom break but he managed to get himself together.

And I didn't even have the heart to stop him.

Appreciating a little too much.

It started cute but I could feel the air change and the pressure he started to put on my back.

My body naturally bent over, changing my gravity center.

My wet palms deposed their form on the misted up mirror for balance.

However, it was all too late.

My face coerced into meeting the foggy surface, as my hips were now at the height of the sink itself.

My knees are hundred percent getting bruised from the shock, and the rhythmic pressure they were under.

I was close, already sensitive from the previous time we had on the bed, or the armor.

My head was overworked as well as my hips.

He accelerated not caring that my face was continuously kissing my reflection nor that I was whipping all the mist with his ins and outs.