collide | remus lupin | on hold

"Just give me nine seconds, L."

"Fine, but only nine. No more or less, Mr. Lupin."

One.
He approaches me slowly, his arm reaching for my small waist, while the other one captures the back of my neck.

Two.
Our eyes meet, sending electricity in all my nerves and frozening me on the spot at the same time. I don't dare nor I wish to close my eyes because I want to watch his every action.

Three.
Hesitantly, he leans forward and puts his finger under my chin. I feel his warm lips on my forehead.

Four.
He moves South-West and I feel his soft lips, again, on my right cheek, and a caress on the left one.

Five.
I gave in and my eyes fluttered closed. I refrained a moan to escape from my mouth because I hate and adore what he does to me. He copies, confidently, his previous actions on my left cheek.

Six.
Taking his time and torturing me, he takes my cheeks on his rough hands and rubs his nose with mine. For a moment, he stops and takes a huge breath as if he needed it for his survival.

Seven.
Another eye-contact, searching for my reaction. I notice his hazel eyes have been replaced by caramel ones and I dare to say they look at me in a challenging way.

Eight
I found ourselves closer than before, barely an inch between us. He hungerly searches for my neck with his lips and I give him more access as I lunge for his neck as a support.

Nine.
A pair of fangs pierce the spot where his lips were a moment before. I open my eyes and struggle in his arms, begging for release. A growl vibrates in his mouth and bites me harder. Desperately, I take deep breath of air as the pain, followed by ecstasy, takes over me.

Soon, I realize the meaning of this, because I can hear him in my head, whispering with a possessive tone one single word that soon will destroy my world:

Mine.

// slow updates //