Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

32 - Alright! Let's End This Right Now.

XXX - Well, it's the end. So, I gotta give you more than one. LOL!

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I literally can't breathe right now. Why is he doing this? 

But, strangely enough, aside from being afraid, I'm also relieved. Relieved that he's ok...that he's alive. 

When I was carried out of the boat, I haven't seen him. I got a glimpse of the bodies after bodies in body bags along the dock. 

"M....Mark! W...What are you doing?" I manage to cry out. 

A hand pulls my blind fold down slowly, revealing my red eyes that still won't stop tearing up. Mark's face appears before me, looking straight into my eyes. His thumbs wipe my cheeks gently, "I told you. You can't get rid of me that easily." He says, very softly. His lips slowly turn up to a smile. He then pulls me in his arms. It is so sudden that I don't even have time to react. "I missed you." He says, hugging me tight, kissing the sides of my head. "I'm so glad you're ok."

That's when I flare up. "You asshole. You jerk!" I hit his chest hard again and again. "You prick. I almost had a heart attack for fuck's sake. You dumbass." 

"Aaagghh..." he groans, clutching his right shoulder. 

"What the fuck were you thinking, Twain?" I continue crying, planting my face in his chest as I wrap my arms around him. I didn't realize how much I've missed him. I inhale his familiar perfume, burying my face closer to him. 

"I'm sorry." He hugs me back again. "I just didn't know how to get to you. Your dad had you under his watchful eye twenty-four seven."

"I hate you." I hit him again. "How can you do this to me?"

"Hey," he chuckles nervously. "I said I'm sorry, ok?"

I push him away, wiping my cheeks with my palms, then crossing my arms over my chest. I look out the window, scowling. "Your sorry doesn't make it ok, Jerk."

"Then what will?" He holds my chin, letting me face him. His face becomes serious as he looks down at my lips and leans forward. "Will this do?" He asks before taking my lips in his. My hand automatically goes to his nape as I give back his kisses. "I missed you, Cris. You don't know how much I've wanted to taste your lips again." 

That sounds rather sexy. I move closer to him, both my hands are around him now. His harsh kisses show me how he's longed for this...for me. I do, too....for him. His hands go to my waist, lifting me up so I can get on his lap. 

My tears, my fear and my anger forgotten, I kiss him like I've never kissed him before, pressing my body against his. He holds me just as tight. 

"Fuck." He groans. "I want to take you right here, right now." He says, letting his hand slide under my skirt, groping my thigh and squeezing it hard. 

"But, Mark," I pull away a little, turning to the two men standing outside the car. And we're still in the freakin' campus. 

"They won't dare." He pulls me back to him. "The window's tinted anyway." 

Damn it! I've longed for this for weeks. I don't know when I'm gonna be seeing him again, or if I'm even able to. So, I let go of my worries and go back to his lips. His fingers somehow make it between my legs, sliding my panties to the side. The gentle rubs he does on my clit let me moan in his mouth. I feel myself heating up instantly and my sex getting wet under his fingers. He inserts his fingers inside and I moan some more. 

I reach down to his pants, unbuckling his belt as his tongue runs down from my lips to my neck. A throaty yet sexy moan escapes his mouth when my fingers finally wrap themselves around his hardened cock. "Fuck!" He curses out loud, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside me as I stroke the whole length of him up and down. "I want to be inside you."