Chapter 81: 80. Mine

*I will find you...This I promise...*

*And I will give you back what rightfully belongs to you...*

A small, stray tear fell on the screen as I looked down at the selfie Raph and I took together, our faces scrunched in two comical pouts, still remembering that specific moment.

*“...hey, show me your best bitch face!*

*camera clicks*

*Hey, that’s not a bitch face! You look like a constipated duck!”*

My lips escaped a small giggle, the look on his face momentarily flashing before my eyes, leaving behind the saddened reflection in my mirror, that small smile wiping away just as quick as it came, replaced by another few, bitter tears.

Placing the phone back on the make-up table, I wiped away the salty wetness on my cheeks, suddenly feeling the small tingle on the inside of my wrist, my eyes instantly landing on the now lightly glowing mark.

*...You are the only one who could ever stop Death...*

My fingertips gingerly skimmed over the now more visible symbol, the soft touch of his fingers gliding over my shoulder instantly drawing my attention, raising my sight, only to notice those two midnight orbs staring right back into mine through the mirror.

My breath caught in my throat, feeling my heart-rate instantly going crazy, my entire body now visibly shaking.

“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” His voice came out so quiet and raspy, taking a small step back, those hypnotising eyes still watching me, drinking in my every feature.

“It’s ok...I don’t blame you...

Not after what you saw...

The real me. What I really am...” He then added, his gaze slowly lowering somewhere on the floor, deep sorrow marring his beautiful features.

“I’m so sorry that you had to see that...

Hell, if I could’ve-”

“No I’m not.

I’m not...afraid...” I finally managed to croak out, slowly turning around to face him, my legs still shaking as I did so.

“Please, you don’t have to lie...I know that you do...I’ve felt it...

I still can...” He carefully inched closer once again, gently placing his palm over my chest, my heart now slamming wildly underneath it.

“No, I’m-” Before I could finish that sentence, his stunning midnight gems suddenly turned pitch black, flashes of all those horrible images passing before my eyes, my lips escaping the tiniest gasp and without a second thought, I bolted straight towards the door.

Only before I could even twist the doorknob, his body was already right behind mine, placing his palms either side of my head, caging me in.

My breath instantly became laboured, deep anxiety rising within me and with a slow, trembling move, I turned around, also closing my eyes as I did so.

“Please, open your eyes,” He quietly pleaded, his hot breath fanning all over my face, my eyelids slowly fluttering open after his pleading, meeting once again those two midnight gems, his face so close to mine that I could actually see every line and every crevice of his perfectly sculptured face.

“Why are you so afraid?

You know I would never hurt you...ever...

Not in this form, or even the other...” His fingers lightly touched my cheek, softly caressing it, his eyes lazily following the action, a very familiar emotion swirling inside them.

“You are mine...My grace...My soul...” His other arm slid around my waist, pulling me even closer to his hot body, that fresh scent making me feel slightly dizzy, that fear instantly washing away, replaced by a much more intense, different feeling.

“My other half...My everything...” He whispered against my lips, resting his forehead against mine, slowly closing his eyes.

“I love you so much...” He softly whispered, pressing a small kiss over my forehead, then took a step back, pulling out a very unusually looking silver dagger attached to his black combat pants, my eyes instantly widening at the action.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you back your freedom,” He simply replied, giving me a small, yet somehow saddened smile, gingerly placing the heavy metal in my hands.

“W-what?” I frowned, obviously confused, my gaze switching between him and the big blade.

“It’s ok. Do it. I want you to do it,” He quietly said, keeping that small smile plastered on his handsome features, his hands guiding mine to point it straight to his chest.

“Wha...Are you fucking crazy?” I practically screamed at him, throwing the blade away, small tears already making their way down my cheeks.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” My palms forcefully pushed at his chest, that action not even moving him an inch though, making me actually lose balance and stagger a little bit, feeling even more angered and hurt at the same time.

His hands quickly gripped my wrists, pulling me close to him once again, resting his forehead against my own as he whispered,

“I’m setting you free...I want you to be free...Free from my sick, twisted love...”

Pulling back a little bit, his midnight gemstones found mine, holding such sincere emotion as he quietly said,

“I’ve hurt you so many times that I’ve lost count, and as long as I’m alive, I will never let you go...because I can’t...I’m too selfish...Too crazy about you...

I will always be chasing you around...

So that’s why I want you to do it. This is the only way...”

“Wh...” Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself a little bit, my gaze finding his once again as I calmly replied,

“What if I want to be chased?

Have you ever thought about that?”

“What if I don’t want you to let me go?” I pressed my body even closer to his, trying to sustain my statement, our chests pressing against each other with each laboured breath, his grip slightly tightening around my wrists but not enough to hurt me, his intense emotions flowing right through me, mixing with mine.

“I want...

I want your sick, twisted love...” I shakily whispered, raising on my toes to reach him, pressing a soft, small kiss on his lower lip, my actions causing him to lose control, finding myself suddenly pressed against the door with my legs wrapped around his waist, noticing exactly how aroused he was, wrapping my arms around his neck as I breathlessly whispered,

“I want you to do...anything you want...with me...”

His lips instantly slammed against my own, fervently claiming my mouth, roughly cupping my rear, that slow, arousing friction causing all my senses go wild, craving for his touch and with a quick move, I tore his loose tank top apart, those hard muscles being now on full display to my utter delight.

Drunk with lust, he intensely watched me for a moment, those luscious lips slowly whispering,

“Aren’t you a wild little kitten...”

“My kitten...” He rasped, his mouth claiming my own once again, ripping off my t-shirt as well, moving further to trail hot kisses all over my skin, quickly getting rid of my booty shorts as well.

Watching him unbuckle his belt, my cheeks turned beet red, that specific action leaving me hot all over, nervously biting my lip, right before he cradled me in his embrace once again, our bodies finally connecting, my lips escaping moan after moan, whimper after whimper as we sensually moved, lost in each other’s depths, drifting to the highest peaks of pleasure.

**•End of Book One•**