"Sorry?" He holds on to my wrist. "What do you mean?"
"Mark." I sigh and get up so I'm standing in front of him. "This is not about your feelings or mine. Not even the shadows or demons waiting outside. There is more to this than all that, Mark."
"What?"
"This is about me and making things right."
"So ... You're going ... b ... back?" He takes one step away, holding me by my shoulders. "What about me?"
"You ... You will have a better life." I tell him, stopping myself from tearing up again. "Everybody... would have a better life. Maybe even I ...."
He furrows his brows and gets even farther away from me. He nods his head slowly. "Better life?"
"Mark ..."
"Better life ... you mean without me, is that it?"
Of all the things I wish he could hear, I wish he could just hear what I'm really feeling inside. "Mark ..." It's my turn to step closer. "You know what I mean, and that is not it."
"But, if you love me, why would you want to leave then? Huh?" He pulls me to his chest again and hug me tight. It takes a couple of minutes before he loosens his arms around me. "Wherever you go, Annie ... Whatever time you're in ... I'll find you."
I smile at that. "I know." I wrap my arms around his waist. "I know." I sigh.
He holds my chin and as slowly as he tilts my head up, he leans closer until his lips are on mine. "I love you, Annie. I'll do anything to get you back."
I give in to my feelings and kiss him as tears fall down my cheeks. As much as I want to tell him I love him back, I can't.
He lifts me and lays me back on the chair. I watch him as he takes off his shirt as he kneels between my legs. He comes back down, kissing me with everything he got. There are no words needed to be spoken as of this moment. I don't even have to read his mind to know what he's thinking. His actions tell me what I should know.
His fingers undo the buttons of my blouse and that goes to the floor with his shirt. I close my eyes as his lips leave mine and go to my shoulders, my neck, then down my bare breasts after taking off my bra, too.
My tears are still flowing when he moves lower to my stomach, kissing and licking and biting. Even with that, I can't hide how heated I already am, especially when he goes even lower, making his tongue slide down to my very core. My fingers curl around locks of his hair as I moan profusely.
He comes back up, whispering, making his warm breath heat my already hot skin on my face. "Don't even think this is the last." He chuckles. "I promise, I'll come for you."
How he would do it, I'm not sure. I just nod even if I know it would be impossible to see him again. Most especially that I won't be remembering any of this. I ignore that thought for now and just enjoy the moment.
He enters me slowly, his lips locked on mine, muffling the unstoppable moans from both of us. I couldn't contain the emotions coming from two different sides of me. One is of intoxication of this bliss. With us being one again is something I wouldn't trade for anything. Yet, another is of sorrow that soon enough we'd be separated .... forever.
Mark's hand goes to my face, gently moving up to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. Then he blows kisses on my cheeks, under my eyes, wiping off the tears with his lips.
He starts moving his hips again really slowly but deep. I meet his every thrust, making it even go deeper. He picks up speed and the walls of the room echo our noises. He finally releases inside me almost at the same time I do.
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Timeless - Mark Tuan
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