Page 83 of Whispers of Fire

“There is, Rose. Fuck, Angel, don’t do this.” My heart pumps harder than ever.

She walks away and I follow her, while the floor disappears under me, losing all hope.

Have I destroyed the only good thing that ever came in my life just because I was too fuckin’ slow to realise I loved her? I fuckin’ hate myself.

“Rose,” I say, pleading then grabbing her wrist but she pushes me away. I never faced this kind of situation, and I don’t know how to fuckin’ act.

I’d never had to… fight for someone.

“Let me go,” she mouths, spelling it clearly to make it clear.

“I can’t, Angel, you’re… you’re.”

But I can’t, the words I’m afraid to say stay stuck in my throat, unable to come out.

You’re my person is what I should say, but instead she walks back to the bike. Memories of my family dying in the car accident flash before my eyes. My chest aches from the reminder of their blooded faces. The people I cared about the most. And just like that, they were erased from this earth.

So repair your fuckin’ mistake now before you lose another one of them, a voice yells in my head.

And because I ain’t got nothin’ to lose anymore, cause I just got the electrical shock I needed to understand that losing her isn’t a fuckin’ option, I get closer, lockin’ my eyes with hers, stopping myself from grabbing her hips, our bodies drawn to each other like magnets.

“I ain’t good at words and shit, Rose,” I say, calling her by her name to shake her.

“But I’m done with this bullshit.” I grab the side of her throat, making my point.

“You’re mine, Angel, you’ve being mine since you’ve watch me from your window that day, you were mine when I tucked you in your bed after you got fuckin’ drowned, you were mine when we danced in my living room, and even if I’ve been dying like a fuckin’ starved man for you, Rose, I’ve being holdin’ back cause I know how much it means to ya and I’m willin’ to wait until you’re ready for us.”

Her pulse pounds in my palm, the pace quickening with every second.

“So I won’t give up cause of some fucked up misunderstandin’ or cause I’ve been too fuckin’ slow to catch up on my feelin’s for ya.” My voice is rough and harsh, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

I keep going, cause I ain’t fuckin’ done here.

She wanted me, she got it.

Dark, twisted, broken me.

All of it.

“I’m gonna fight for ya, Rose, even if that’s the last thing I do. I tried to push you away but, fuck, I just don’t want this life without ya, Angel. So run, hide, walk away, it won’t work. I’ll chase you until there’s not a corner of this earth that hasn’t been searched. No matter where you are, I will always find you, cause you're as much mine as I’m yours.”

And because there’s nothing more to say that could be enough to express what our bodies have been craving us to do for weeks, I rest my hand on her hip, pulling her close enough so that our noses touch, begging silently for her to let me in.

Won’t take what’s not freely given.

I wait for her while my heart pounds in my chest, so fuckin’ loud I swear I can hear it.

As her lips hesitantly brush against mine, I suck in a sharp breath, her name escaping me in a low growl, “Rose,” and I crash my lips on hers, like a starved man finding sustenance at last. She's taken aback at first, but quickly matches my intensity and soon gives me back as good as she gets.

It's as if the floodgates have finally been opened, our bodies fed up of holding back, her lips meltin’ against mine like they were fuckin’ meant to.

“Mine,” I growl.

It isn’t sweet or tender. It’s messy, raw and so fuckin’ consumin’. Her hands explore beneath my shirt, tracing the lines of my abs with a boldness I hadn’t seen comin’. I pull her closer, one hand firm on her nape, the other possessively gripping her lower back against me. Every touch, every lick of her tongue against mine makes me want her even more. I can tell she’s breathless, but she keeps going, kissin’ me like I’m her oxygen, her reason to live.

This ain't no fairytale kiss, it's carnal and fuckin’ breathtakin’.

Just like her.

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