Septiplier SMUT shots

Passionate​ Fire PART2

Marks POV

I froze when I saw him. I wasn't sure what to do. I hadn't seen him in years and I was ashamed.

I had actually believe what those psychopaths said, shedding away from him and hiding in fear.

I felt horrible. I hurt him. I could see it in his eyes as they trailed down my body. His eyes didn't only have pain, but they had lust, care and regret.

He reached out to me and his fingers gently traced my bottom lip, making them quiver.

I felt tears prick at my eyes, and I did everything in my power to hold them back.

My chest tightened and I tightly closed my eyes, summoning all of my willpower not to move.

He placed his hand in mine and I cried out to him on the inside, mentally begging him to 'wake' me.

I wanted to feel his touch, to tell him everything I had been holding back.

I loved him. I wanted him. I needed him. But the second my love was challenged, I fell under the pressure and ran from him.

I should have seen through it... Asked him, begged him to tell me the truth. And even if it was true, I should have accepted it.

I wanted to sit up and loose myself in his embrace, but I couldn't. Not yet. I couldn't loose this moment. Not if my life depended on it.

He pulled his hand from mine and a whimper escaped my lips, making me freeze in place.

"No no no no no no... Please no... Don't let this end... Not yet..." I whispered in my mind, begging for this moment to never end.

He turned to me and sighed, sadness flooding his expression, only making me want to embrace him more.

I wanted to let go and give him everything. My soul, my love, my life... But I couldn't.

"He probably hates me for believing that bullshit. He'll never forgive me no matter what I do." I said in my mind, more tears stinging in my eyes.

"Jack..." I whispered, needing to say his name at the very least... even if it was so quiet he couldn't hear.