My 419 Nightmare

31. The Devil's Promise

Ming's POV

Is there something wrong?

Everything was just fine the moment before. My angel was even moaning a mess by my touch. Then why... He looks so pained?

I can hear the shower being turn on. And his cries. Does he think I can't hear him cry from here? And this morning? He cried inside there this morning too.

Why? Is being with me hurt him so much? But he... accepted me, right? He... asks me to let him stay with me? What the hell is going on?

I can't hear the shower any longer. I wait for him to come out from the bathroom, but after ten minutes, I start to get worried.

"Angel... are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm... I'm okay. I'll be out soon."

His reply comes out in jitters. Like he is rushing or something. Moments later, he stumbles out of the bathroom. Shocked upon seeing me waiting in front of the door, he trips and falls on me. I suddenly found myself on my back, staring at the most adorably tempting, full blushed angel.

"I'm... so- sorry. Sorry."

He tries to get up but I won't let him. Trapping him on top of me, caging his body with both my arm, I can feel his length brushing my thigh as he struggles to get off.

I tighten my arms around him, humping my hip, meeting his stomach to my semi-hardened length. He stares back at me, eyes wide, stopping his squirming.

"Ahhhhh... Ming!"

I flip us on the floor. Thank God Key has the sense to install a self-heating floor. I don't want to get down on a cold freezing marble tiles.

I proceed to kiss him lightly, teasing his mouth before sliding my tongue between his plump lips. His mumbled moans rang through my ears as I slowly hump between his legs, brushing his length between my thighs, and letting mine hardened by his heat.

His hands is roaming around my back, until it roam lower, cupping my butt. He is pulling me closer to him, intertwining his leg around me, desperate in seeking his release.

"Ahhhhnn... D... please... please..."

His beg sounds pleasing to my ears, as I devour his neck, suck just below the neckline, marking him as mine. I never know I have this in me, but the motion of him begging and surrendering to me, turning me on.

I untie his bathrobe easily as his hand fumble around with my shirt. Pushing my shirt off my shoulder, his palms glide on my body, feeling every nook and cranny.

But somehow all my desire to take him died down when I take a look at his face. His eyes are glisten in tears with drops of it has started to roll down on the side. A flash of sorrow and fear dance across his gaze, as he bore his eyes into mine, making me feel like I've been pierce in my heart by a sword.

"Angel..?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm..."

Dumbfounded with his sudden cries, all I can do is hug him back as he nestles on the nook of my neck, sobbing away. I feel like I'm such a failure. I've been promising myself not to let him cry, but within less than 48 hours we have been together, he has cried twice? More?

Is being with me that hard, my angel?

Should I not come and intrude your peaceful life?

Did I somehow wreck everything that you have by forcing you into me?

Should I... Should I let you go, my angel?

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Kit's POV