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Chapter 11: The Way We Burn
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MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 15: Don't take it off
My entire body convulsed as the climax took over—waves of pleasure surged through me, raw and unrelenting, until I collapsed against him, trembling in his embrace. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as the aftershocks shuddered through every inch of my being. It wasn’t just the release—it was the way he held me through it, the way his presence anchored me, soothed me, even as I unraveled.His hands gripped me tightly as he spilled himself deep inside, warm and thick, claiming me with his release. But he didn’t stop. His mouth stayed on me, his lips brushing along the sensitive column of my neck with slow, languid kisses that made me melt all over again. Every little touch, every little graze, reminded me that he wasn’t done—not physically, not emotionally.“I want us to stay like this,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic, thick with desire and something possessive. “So my cum can linger more inside of you.”My body clenched around the heat he left inside me, and t
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 14: I've missed you
What happened last night kept looping in my head like a film I wasn’t ready to stop watching. Every second, every breath, every kiss—I relived it all as I sat quietly, lost in thought, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin.Travian.He was a walking complication—a man with the kind of eyes that could burn holes through steel, and lips that lay just as beautifully as they kissed. A great guy, maybe. But having him in my space, in my bed, and especially in my heart… it was dangerous. Too dangerous.Right now, we were just sex buddies. No promises. No strings. Just sweat, friction, and a whispered name in the dark. That’s all it was supposed to be. All I could afford it to be.But how long could I keep lying to myself?A smirk tugged at my lips as heat flushed across my face, remembering how hard he choked me, how possessively his hand gripped my throat, and how utterly euphoric it had felt. My body had melted for him, and now my thoughts were nothing but wreckage left behind
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 13: Sex Buddies
It was one of those nights where the world disappeared—where nothing else mattered except the two of us, entangled in a mess of lust and longing. His taste lingered on my tongue, raw and intense, and I licked my lips instinctively, wiping away the final droplets of his release. My breath was still unsteady, my skin warm, flushed, and tingling.Travian fell back against the bed, his chest rising and falling with the same uneven rhythm as mine. He lay beside me now, head-to-head, our legs stretching toward opposite directions, the sheets tangled between us like the evidence of something sacred and forbidden.He turned his head slowly, eyes locking with mine. “You’re amazing,” he said, voice hoarse but sincere, and that one simple compliment sent a wave of heat rushing through my cheeks, flooding my ears.I didn’t know how to react. I hadn’t expected that—hadn’t expected him to say it with such raw honesty. So I deflected, murmuring back, “You’re not so bad yourself.” I kept my tone low,
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 12: Between Us
We lay tangled in the sheets, bodies still slick with sweat, our breaths slowly falling into rhythm. The room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old fan above and the soft hum of the night. I couldn’t believe what had just happened — not because it was wild or unexpected, but because it felt like something sacred had been exchanged between us.Travian stirred beside me, pulling me out of my daze. I turned to face him completely, and there he was — bathed in the faint amber light coming through the window, with a smile that did something dangerous to my chest."Hey," he whispered, voice low and soft."Hey," I whispered back, resting my head on my hands, just… watching him. I traced the gentle slope of his cheekbones with my eyes, the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his lashes curled like they had no business being that pretty.He smiled again, a different kind this time — quieter, like he couldn’t believe this moment either. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured.
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 11: The Way We Burn
The moment we crossed the threshold of Travian’s apartment, it was as though the air itself shifted—charged with something raw, electric, desperate.Before I could even take a breath, my back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and then—he was on me.Not like a lover.Like a starved, feral predator.His hunger was suffocating. Not just for my body… but for the closeness we’d been denied for too long. It blinded him, overwhelmed me. He crashed his lips into mine, not with tenderness, but with urgency—teeth clashing, tongues warring. He kissed me like he’d been drowning for months and my mouth held the only oxygen that could save him.His tongue forced its way past my lips, not asking—demanding, claiming. As if there was something buried deep inside me he needed to reclaim. And I let him. I let him take and take and take, because I needed him just as badly. My knees gave way, barely held up by the wall, by his body, by the sheer force of my craving.This was insane. I was insane.
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 10: Obsession is a quiet thing
The following day at work, I already knew I’d see Travian again and for reasons I couldn’t quite explain, that thought throbbed in my chest like a second heartbeat.All night, he’d lived behind my eyelids. His eyes—dark and unreadable, like twin voids pulling me in. That smirk—arrogant, wicked, like he knew every dark thought I tried to hide. And his voice... gods, that voice. It sank into my skin like heat on a fevered night, impossible to ignore.No matter how many times I reached for myself, desperate for release beneath the covers, the craving refused to die. It grew instead, wild and untamed. It wasn't about lust anymore. It was something darker. Deeper.Obsession.A low, pathetic kind of ache that hollowed out my insides.“Soren, it’s almost lunch. Want to grab food with me?”Samuel’s voice broke through my thoughts like a stone through glass. He waltzed in like he always did—like the room belonged to him—carrying that crooked grin that made him both charming and impossible to i
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