I found her in the shadows, where the moonlight barely reached, and for a second I thought I was dreaming.Her eyes caught mine, sharp, burning, almost dangerous, but I couldn't look away.There was something broken in her gaze, something raw, and it pulled me closer than any smile ever could."Don't," she whispered, her voice low, trembling, but her body leaned toward me anyway.I ignored the warning, because my heart didn't care about rules, about danger, about anything except her.When my hand brushed hers, she flinched, but didn't move away.It was like touching fire—painful, necessary, impossible to let go.Her lips parted, a breath caught in her throat, fragile and violent all at once.I wanted to heal her, to burn with her, maybe even to drown inside her darkness.So I kissed her, reckless, desperate, hungry.Her mouth tasted like defiance and sorrow, like someone who had survived too much but still craved more.She kissed me back with a fierceness that felt like both surrender and war.Her nails dug into my neck, a silent warning, or maybe a plea not to stop.Every heartbeat screamed louder than the silence around us.I pressed her against the cold wall, and she gasped, her eyes flashing open.There was fear there, yes, but tangled with it—desire.Her breath shook as she whispered, "You'll ruin me."I kissed her harder, because I was already ruined.Her body trembled against mine, but she didn't let go.She clung to me like I was both poison and cure.And maybe I was.The shadows wrapped us tighter, hiding us from everything except the truth.I wanted her completely, every broken piece, every scar, every hidden wound.She gave herself in fragments, and I held them as if they were gold.Her lips on mine turned softer, almost vulnerable.It broke me open in ways nothing else could.I whispered her name against her skin, like a vow I couldn't undo.Her eyes closed, tears slipping down even as she kissed me again.Pain and love and desire tangled until I couldn't tell them apart.Her hands slid into my hair, desperate, pulling, needing.I let her take whatever she wanted, because she was everything I wanted.Her voice cracked when she whispered, "Don't leave me."I pressed my forehead to hers and promised, "Never."The word was shaky, but it was real.She shook against me, but not from fear.Her lips searched mine again, this time slower, aching.Every kiss carried a thousand unspoken confessions.The night grew darker, but her fire only burned brighter.I held her tighter, as if holding her was the only way to breathe.The air between us turned heavy, charged, sacred.Her body melted into mine, her heart racing like thunder.I kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the curve of her throat.She moaned softly, and it shattered me.Because it wasn't just passion—it was pain, release, surrender.Her hands traced my back, gripping, clutching, needing.Every touch screamed that she was terrified, and still she wanted more.I wanted to give her more.I wanted to give her everything.Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Make me forget."So I kissed her harder, until forgetting was all either of us could do.Her tears mingled with our fire, and it made every touch unbearable, beautiful.The wall against her back turned into an anchor, holding us as we fell.She gasped my name, and it was the only prayer I would ever need.Her body arched into mine, as if begging me not to stop.And I didn't.I couldn't.She was storm and silence, fire and ash, life and death.I wanted all of it.I wanted all of her.Her breath came faster, shallow, desperate, and I matched it.Our hearts beat in unison, drowning out the world.Her lips were swollen, her eyes wild, her soul wide open.I saw everything she tried to hide, and loved it anyway.Loved her anyway.Her nails carved red lines across my skin, and I welcomed them.The pain was proof that she was real, here, mine.She gasped again, softer this time, like a confession.I kissed the sound right out of her mouth.The night held us tighter, refusing to let go.I tasted her tears, her fire, her need.And I gave her mine.Every kiss, every touch, every whisper said what words never could.We were lost, undone, consumed.And I didn't care.Because in the wreckage, I found her.And in her darkness, she found me.When she finally broke in my arms, trembling, shaking, whispering my name like a secret, I knew this wasn't just love.It was survival.It was obsession.It was forever.
