Chapter 111 THE UNCONTROLLABLE EAGERNESS

FIRA’S POV

I slowly turned around again. Our eyes met. All the emotions I had for him were visible in my eyes. I managed to form a wide beautiful smile even though the liquid was rolling to my face. “I brought a hot chocolate.”

He averted his look from me. His mouth was shut. He just closed the door, walked to the piano and stared at it.

I put the cup down on the side table. My sobbed was beginning to be severe. “Thank you for welcoming me into your room, your majesty. I’ll leave.”

“Pyro,” he stated with his low tone, dropped shoulders and blank emotion. “That’s my name.” He put his hand at the key and started to heartwarming music as if that was what he felt.

He did not order me to go out from his room, so I stayed even though I could only see his back, sobbing so hard and having difficulty breathing. I held my chest as I felt the pain that gradually killed me. I listened to every rhythm of the music, no lyrics, no bursting of words with feelings, but I felt.

All I want is to stay even just a second...with him. With the man I loved the most.

His hands stopped from hitting the instrument. He was gazing in front of him while I was at his back, standing, sobbing, in pain.

“What…” I saw the liquid crawling to his face and in a blink of an eye, it flooded. “What happened to us?” He moved his hand again, he touched one key. “I thought we were happy? I thought no struggle can separate us. Damn.” He held another key. I could hear the high tone of it. “I believed in the things that were surreal in the picture, but fake in reality.”

I opened my mouth, but there were no words coming from it. I slowly took one step and then stopped. There was a hesitation for me to move closer to him. My decision was compact. It would change if I came closer to him.

Pyro glanced at me. His crying was severe. “There’s no glue to fix us. It’s too late.”

“I…” I managed to speak even though every word that came out from my mouth was like a knife, stabbing me, paining me, breaking me into pieces in the hurtful torture of all. “I have no plan to go back. I just b—"

I trembled in shock when he stood up, walked faster, held my cheek, and kissed me in the most gentle way. I closed my eyes. Let the flow of our love covered our heart, mind, and soul. Wherever he wanted to go at this night.

I will go. Just for tonight.

Tomorrow is a different day.

He tilted his head, opened his mouth, gasped my neck, and kissed me even more. The kiss was no force, no command, no order...just pure caring and loving. No one between us liked to separate. We both enjoyed the rhythm of the passionate slammed lips moving together while our tears were slowly disappearing. Our hearts were gradually filling with joy, blowing away the pain, easing the miss that we felt during separate days.

I caught myself lying on the bed with him at my top.

This is the last night him. I will get the most of it. I will do everything. I will give it all. I will show you all.

He paused and gazed at my face. He glued our noses while holding my cheek. I made my look at him as a glare.

“I came to seek help for…” I looked away, “my father. You can make him out of slavery. Just command it. You have the power to—”

“You, what?” The annoyance filled his expression. “You just want to ask for help? You didn’t knock at my door because you…” He moved faster, standing up, “you missed me? You didn’t go here because you wanted to say sorry or apologize!” I could see that giggling on his jaw.

I was in shock when he held my shoulder, making me stand up. Face to face with his madness with me. “Why?” The darkness was in his eyes now. I could see how angry he was by just cupping my shoulder, it was hurting me.

“Why are you doing this to me!” His grip on me intensified, but I did not react even though the stinging sensation was felt.

"Pyro, do you think my love for you is real?" Those words were like a bomb to me.

He left me no choice. Hurting him was the best thing I could do to make things flow smoothly. If we would split ways with the anger in his chest, I would go freely.

His mouth apart as the furrow formed on his forehead.

"I pretended that I love you to have power, but my mind changed. I have a different plan." I used all the energy to make those lines sound natural to me.

He removed his hand on me, looking down, giggling. "Do you need your father? Fine." His tone was low.

I was thinking that the tone was having a deep meaning. When his eyes touched me again, it was not Pyro anymore, but the monster that he was always battling.

He stepped closer to me as I moved backward. He held the bottom of my uniform. It was so fast that I did not notice. He pulled down my skirt and next was my underwear.

I did not talk, I was just watching him. I let him do that. I wanted this, too.

He threw all the contents of the side table, held my waist, and sat me there. He removed all my coverings in a fast reckless way. When I was completely nude in front of him. He clenched his jaw, grabbed his king garment, and inserted his manhood in my whole.

My mouth opened as the pain crawled to my inside, ripping my wall. The burning sensation was felt as he thrust in harder. He held my back and pushed himself towards me violently.

I could see the uncontrollable eagerness to him to own me, so I gasped an air as I put my hands on his back, rested my chin on his shoulder, and felt every sway he did.