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Chapter 18 | More

I never knew I could miss someone this much. I remember missing Debby when she had met with an accident and had to stay in the hospital for a month due to her fractured leg. But, it was never this strong.

I never knew I could love someone this much too. I never knew missing someone can actually make your heart feel physical pain. I knew that now.

Love.

What a mysterious, powerful and dangerous feeling.

Just like him.

Growl.

I pulled him closer.

I felt electricity in my skin, hormones shutting down of my higher brain and the rise of my animal self. From there on in it was all passion, intense and intoxicating.

His fingers lingered near the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting them up and my hands reached towards the last two buttons of his half-unbuttoned white shirt. I lifted my arms, letting him pull my shirt out of me and he pulled away for a second, a quick millisecond as he flinged his shirt away when the buttons were undone.

I needed more of his touch and he carressed me, making my womanhood ache for him, for more of his touch eventhough our naked bodies were pressed against each other. There's something about him that lights me up from the inside, there's something about me that melts his confidence to nothing at all.

He claimed me as his, feathering kisses on each curve of my body, bringing me insane, kissing my sanity away. Our lips fitted perfectly-as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. He grabbed the back of my neck, growling in the kiss as I whimpered in pure ecstacy.

His head moves around to my left ear and he whispers what's coming next, telling me how he is going to make me feel, how he is going to bring me over the edge and I begged for him, just like how he said I would. I pull back for a kiss that's both soft and hard. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs.

I held my breath as his hand rose slowly up my ribcage, till his length of his thumb was pressed along the underside of my left breast. He paused, then lightly ran his thumb over the top, following the contour of it. I gave a short whimper and pressed my body tighter against his with a shudder, sending a flare of arousal shooting up my spine. He rubbed his finger deliberately up and down over. His other hand rubbed over my outer thigh softly. I felt him shudder and I pressed myself harder into his hand.

He pulled my legs around his torso, my legs embraced his waist. He cupped each breast, one after the other, in his palm. He reveled at the sensation of that soft mound yielding beneath his hand, the press of my roused flesh at the center of his palm. The flush on my cheeks spread. Squeezing gently, he applied thoughtful pressure until he was sure I wanted more. He kissed me and began to knead my breasts. I gasped through my nose at the intense sensation, arching my back with a soft moan.

"Harley..." He growled, his voice barely above a whisper as my name rumbled from his throat. My skin rose with goosebumps at the sound of my name in that tone.

My hand pressed his hand on my breast, speaking in a dreamy voice. "It feels so good."

I had never imagined just how visceral this stimulation would be, I felt drunk on it.

In a fluid motion, he kneeled before me and lowered down. His lips near a place I ached for his touch. I bucked my hips upwards in anticipation.

I felt the rough nap of his tongue drag across me. My sex, more swollen and aroused than it had ever been in my entire life, flooded sensation all through me, down to the tips of me toes. My breath hitched as my nipples rose.

He relished my taste. My smell fulfilled some strange part of him and fueled him to continue on a cloud of ardour and instinct. He watched my face as my head went back and a sense of achievement filled him. With my eyes closer, his tongue lapped insistently for the channel betwixt my nether lips.

With a deep breath I braced my hands on his head, I gave a gentle but resolute push.

"More." My voice moved an octave higher.

He growled amiably and gripped my thighs, I gasped as the rough nap of his tongue rasped across my entrance and lit me with lightening when it swiped quickly over my clitoris. He rumbled with drowsy pleasure at my response and the concentrated taste of me on his tongue. It almost felt as though I had the wind knocked from me. But then more swipes and little flicks came and all I could do was open myself for him and groan long and loud at how good it was. He leaned in, to drink more deeply.

"Mm..." He murmured in a rumbling tone. "So tasty."

He showed me, all his love for me, how well he can take care of me, everything. He loved me with his eyes as much as his body, our souls mingled in the quiet moments between action and stillness. The cool room already felt warm. In the twilight room, our fingers caressed each other's skin as if afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic. They became one, one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with mad love for the other, ready to give ourselves fully to one another.

He leans forward, kissing me on my forehead and trailed his fingers along my rosy cheeks, admiring me with such love that it made my insides sparkle. He rested his forehead on top of mine and I pulled him closer using my legs, which were circled around his torso.

Slowly, he thrusts inside, the size of him making me gasp, as my womanhood filled up, a tear rolled down my eye at the mixture of pain and pure pleasure. I closed my eyes, my lips parting open.

He changed my breath with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe, memorising them with his captivating mind.

He tells me he's going to make me forget who I am and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's in me again, thrusting harder and softer at the same time, I gripped the sheets in anticipation.

A wave of euphoria hit me at the climax, its hard to hold back, to make the moment last. Isn't it always the way, so caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending a moment we never want to end.

The room was filled with sex and sweat, our heavy breaths filling the hot air, and he laid down beside me, pulling me closer while he does so, making me lay on his chest.

Sleep found me soon enough and I slept in his arms peacefully, happy that we had finally given ourselves to one another.

Nothing can separate us now.

We are one.

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