Love and Hatred

Chapter 2:

Chapter 2:

His eyes were transfixed on her creamy back as he thrusted into her. He had never thought that he would be connected to her. He kept on plunging himself into her. In, out, in, out, he repeated like a mantra. He couldn't help but groan, having to feel being inside her was the best feeling he had ever encountered. Beads of her and his sweat mixed together as his hard chest made contact with her back. His large hands snaked around her body and cupped her breasts from behind and started caressing and kneading it lovingly, pinching her nipples in the process.

He loved her voice whenever it was breathless and came out needy as he continued penetrating her. He pistoned into her, his breathing came out ragged and harsh. She gripped onto his bed sheets as the pleasure continues. Her knuckles were starting to become white; she joined him by following his movements. Their bodies flapped on each other as they met each other's thrusts.

He groaned from the sensation he's feeling, her walls were gripping him, and he felt the heat bubbled at the bottom of his stomach "you're so fucking tight "He whispered on her ear and sucked her neck. He left love bites on her pale white skin, he was sure that it would be hard to cover up. His left hand continued to knead her breast while the other made its way between her leg and touched the bundle of nerves. That made them both moan, and their sounds made their body hotter than before.

"oh...G-Gray-s..—" he cut her before she finished, his mouth near her ear, his ragged breathing turned her on. He bit her earlobe lightly and nipped on it, her voice coming out a little higher "I like it when you call my name" he said as he pulled himself out and into her, deeper and faster, her round butt made wet nowases as it collided with his crotch.

"oh..yes..there..m-m-more" she gasped when he hit a spot. She felt herself losing her mind as he repeated thrusting into that 'spot', both sending ripples of pleasures. Their body shook as the waves of euphoria gripped them. He let out a grunt when he felt her inner wall became tighter with every push,he knew she's close and he too..

He straightened her body, so that they were on a sitting position, with her on top of him. "I'm—" he turned her head around and captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss, their tongues battle for dominance. When they parted a strip of saliva connected them.'a little more' he thought as he buried himself deep into her, drilling her with his shaft, she threw her head back, and his head was now resting on the crook of her neck, breathing her sweet scent, when he heard a piercing sound, the sound he loathed more than anything..

Gray broke his alarm clock for the hundredth time, not single one of them survived the wrath of The Gray Fullbuster every morning.

He lazily cracked an eye, and quickly closed it because of the blinding light. He reached for the blanket and threw it away from his body. The sudden movement made him cracked his eyes wide because of the pain he was feeling became unbearable. 'arghh..shit' he thought as he looked down there. He messed his raven locks and cursed.

Every morning this happened, every morning he had the same problem. It was not that he was complaining about having those wonderful dreams, as he called it, it's just that he hated having a morning wood. As much as he wanted to walk around his room naked, he was just not comfortable walking with this, naked. So the past year he had to wear boxers when he sleeps.

'It's all her fault' he thought as he made his way to the bathroom. Early in the morning he blessed her with curses. Muttering how 'sexy she was' or 'how she moaned his name', somehow it became a routine for him.