RunI JOLTED awake as I collided with a solid object, the impact sending a sharp pain through my head. Confused and disoriented, I surveyed my surroundings, trying to make sense of what had just happened."It was just a dream," I muttered to myself, shaken by the realization that the vivid scenes from a previous night had resurfaced in my sleep. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't fathom why my subconscious mind was fixating on that passionate encounter with Xylon. It felt absurd, and yet the sensations lingered within me.Heading to the bathroom, I was greeted with a startling discovery as I noticed a stickiness beneath my undergarments. Frustration welled up inside me at the realization that I had experienced not just a dream but a vivid, arousing dream. Every detail was etched in my mind—the way Xylon touched me, the tender kisses and caresses that sent shivers down my spine. How could I not be affected by such intense sensations?Seeking to wash away the remnants of the dream

RejectedI glanced at the clock, listening to the tick-tock sounds that matched the duration of my stay in this desolate place. Then a sudden realization hit me. Tomorrow is my wedding day, yet here I am, still waiting in this desolation, hoping against hope that Fiore would show up. I ran my hands over my face, haunted by unanswered questions. If only I could turn back time. If only Fiore were here, and we were both eagerly looking forward to tomorrow's event. If only Xylon hadn't deceived me.Sighing, I decided to momentarily set aside my worries. There was nothing more I could do. I couldn't reverse time. My gaze fell upon the closed black door—the entrance to Xylon's room. Something within me drew me towards it.The door was unlocked. As I entered, I found the room silent, and Xylon's belongings neatly arranged. In one corner, there stood a leaning guitar, a surprising discovery as I didn't know he could play. It must have been a decorative item.Pillows and blankets were tidily ar

Fast and HardXylon's tongue danced skillfully inside my mouth, and I couldn't resist running my hands through his soft hair, relishing the sensation. In his arms, my heart melted, and the troubles that had brought me to tears seemed to fade away.His kiss deepened, surpassing my expectations. It was passionate and greedy, consuming us both. I continued to hold onto his hair, gently massaging his scalp.I heard him growl as he bit my lower lip, his voice barely a whisper. "S-Softy..." Goosebumps erupted across my skin at his words, and I felt a surge of anticipation. "If you don't push me away or say no, then tightening your hold on me means one thing. So stop me now, while I still can..."But instead of stopping him, I pulled him even closer. I couldn't bear to lie to him any longer. He understood my desires, and tonight, I wanted to be his.The intensity of my longing intensified, and my mouth felt dry as I swallowed a lump in my throat. Emotions swelled within my chest as I finally

Leaving Him THE SKY was gloomy. The wind blew at my face and I felt the cold breeze of the morning. Fiore and I sat under a full-grown tree. He didn't let go of my hand."I know I told you we're done, Mir. You can't blame me if I managed to flee just like that and not understand. But those were all in the past now. Let's not go back to that day and forget everything."His explanations were repetitive. Why he left, why he came back. I should be the one explaining to him because I accidentally cheated on him. And it turned out to be real this time. I literally offered my body to his best friend last night."Please say something, Miranda. Aren't you glad I'm still accepting you, despite what you did? I'll still marry you even if you hooked u

Desperate "X-Xyle, no..." I almost begged. I want him to leave. I wanted him to go away. Because if he stays, I might betray Fiore again. Now that I'm in his arms once more."Tell me, Miranda. Does it not matter to you what happened between us?"I stared into his eyes. I saw rage, grief and passion all the same time. He held my arm tightly, and the heat coming from him seemed to consume me.‘Why is he asking me that question? Of course, it is something, damn it!’ It kept on coming back in my dreams. Even when I was awake, all I could see was his burning eyes adoring me. His lips were kissing me, and his calloused hands were touching every inch of my body. Every part of me was out of control, and I was losing my mind and my san