The Vengeful Luna

Passion

I wanted to hit him! I want to slap him again. I want to fight him right now. I want to sink my fangs into his shoulder and make him submit to me! I wanted to overpower him and show him I was stronger than he thought I was! But truly, I was not going to win such a fight. He'd have me pinned on the floor before I managed to draw blood. My eyes scan him in silence, as his lips brush against mine. Mine part slowly and I breathe slowly through my mouth, tasting his scent. I feel him smirk against my lips. His eyes are closed, but I can't close mine. I feel cornered. Like the prey I am right now... I feel like he's going to swallow me whole if I close my eyes right now. My hand moves up so I can try to push him away. Despite the warmth that spreads over my body, I feel like a deer in the headlights. I feel like I'm stalked and hunted down, and despite how much that intrigues me, I want to stay mad. I want to yell at him and tear him piece by piece until he understands what I want.

As my hand moves up, he grabs it, our fingers interlock and he brings it up above my head, pinning it there harshly.

"Aeolian- " I whispered, my voice still stern even if a bit shaky.

"Yes? " he purrs out and his eyes open slowly, just enough so he can look at me. His blue eyes are dashing and, despite how hollow his cheeks are, he is so much more handsome than in my dreams. Oh~ so much more than handsome actually.

I feel my cheeks tint, but I'm determined to stay angry at him. I'm determined to prove that I'm not as weak as he sees me. I fought to bring him back, to find him... I was strong! I was...

My thoughts dissipate when his body presses against mine in such a tantalizing way, I feel like I should hide. He takes hold of my other hand and brings it above my head, holding it there with just one hand. I forgot how big his hands were compared to mine... How big his body is compared to mine...

With a smirk on his lips, he forces me on my toes and I let a hiss slip from my lips. He chuckles and leans his head to the side.

"You're adorable when you're angry. Have I ever told you that? " he speaks softly, his other hand moving over my chest slowly, down to my stomach, my belly and stops just above the buckle of my belt.

"I don't remember you ever insulting me- " I breathed out, my eyes narrowed on his face, my jaw tensed.

For a moment, his expression changes into confusion and then, he simply chuckles. A dark rumble rolling off from within his chest, as his lips peel back and he exposes his canines to me. He is dashing. Simply dashing. And with this, I realize it has been so f*****g long since we've actually been together. I vaguely remember our first nights together, when he would sneak into my room. I vaguely remember him trying to touch me after I came back and me always refusing it. And now... Now I understand why I'm angry.

Or at least, why I am so ready to lash out at him as if he were the root of all my problems. Part of me was starving for his touch. That part ached to be touched, kissed, loved and f****d, adored and worshiped all together. I remember him treating me like a f*****g goddess, worshiping the ground I walked upon and I wanted that again. I craved that! I needed that...

As his chuckle dies down, he leans closer to me again. Now my breath is ragged and I feel my knees shaking under my own weight as I struggle to keep myself on my toes.

"Aeolian~ " I breathed out again, with a ragged breath, my eyes still pinned on his face, yet void of any anger. It was just urgency. Urgency for him to put his lips on mine again and let me taste him.

He surely notices this sudden shift, but he does not act on it. I think that part of him was still insulted that I lashed at him like that. I feel ashamed, but I can't take it back now. Words have been thrown and they usually can't be taken back. His nose brushes against mine slowly and I hear that rattle start in his chest again. My lips part and I move my head up to catch his lips, but he moves away from me, skeptical, as if my mood shift was not to be trusted. Did he think I was going to bite him?

"If you're just going to hold me against the wall like a crucified reminder of your love for me, f**k off! " I hiss at him and started struggling to free myself. But there is no escaping him.

His knee moves between my legs and before I can kick him away, his knee presses against my already aching core, lifting me up slightly, to give me a bit more comfort rather than just standing on my toes. I pause my struggle and right when I'm ready to spit something mean his way, the man dives in and his mouth covers mine for a kiss that feels as if he was starving at well. My breath hitches in my chest and this time, my eyes snap closed and I give in into the kiss. Our tongues find each other and for a moment it feels like the fight I did not have the balls to start, is going on between our tongues. Like we had gone to war against each other as we kissed. In the newfound frenzy, I lean my head to the side and he does the same, and we bump our noses almost painfully together. But that doesn't seem to stop us. Our kiss deepens and I feel like there is no other thought going in my mind than the kiss. the need for him. the longing and the aching within my chest, within my core.

His hands suddenly let go of my hands and right when I'm about to dig my fingers into his hair, he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head roughly, throwing it away like a bothersome rag, breaking our kiss too. But only for a moment, because as soon as that's out of the way, we both dip for another kiss, our teeth clashing for a brief second. I feel him smirk like a teenage boy, but nonetheless, his mouth immediately takes control of the kiss.

The knee that supported me so far slips away from between my legs and I feel the acute ache again, the warmth from within my belly spreading further. I feel him hard against me, and the hands that wanted to slip into his hair are now unbuckling the belt that hold my pants up. His hands joined mine and in less than a second, my pants were pushed down and he stepped on them to help me get out of them. As soon as I do, his arms wrap around me and he pulls me along to the sofa, where he sits down and has me straddling his lap again, his hands moving over my back, feeling my skin and reaching to undo my bra.

Our kiss breaks again, our lips kiss swollen. His lips start trailing kisses on my jaw, and when my head leans back, he takes the chance to start kissing and nipping on my neck. A subtle moan escapes me and I feel drunk and overwhelmed by his touch right now. His passion burns right through my skin and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I feel his teeth against my skin and I can't hold back my groan.

"Ah~ " I breathed out, my fingers digging slightly into his shoulders.