He knows just when to spice things up. Where the right spots are, what exactly to do. That vampire knows just how to always turn you on, and never, ever did he fails. Laito knows you, top to bottom, inside and out. He studied you literally—your darkest secrets, darkest fantasies. The darkest of your sides, the darkest depths in your eyes that no one has ever seen. Laito knows all of it, he understands all of it. He loves it, how your ideals meet, how your ideals would match his. He's addicted, so intoxicated. But just as he thought he knows you, you'd still surprise him. Every single day you'd get him hook to your countless mysteries, interesting him more. And one way to show you he's all yours? That you're all his in return? Kisses. He will never get tired of kissing you until his marks are visible for everybody to see. That you're his property. You're Laito's property, forever and always. One time he kisses you. He kisses you right after then he kisses you again. He showers you a couple more chaste kiss until you ask what's with him. "I couldn't get enough of you." Was all he said, before kissing you again.
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FanfictionHe will own you, all for himself. (ON GOING) Everything originally came from my head.
