Your unused lips tremble a bit when you carefully open your mouth. You fumble with your hands and force them down on your lap, trying to control the insecurity in your body, and I can't help but smile.
I open my mouth and embrace your lips with mine, take your hand and try to shove away all your doubt. I just barely lick your bottom lip with my tongue, breathe in your scent. You shudder; a moment of surrender, a moment of sureness of what you really want and crave.
Just a second passes, and suddenly your arms are desperately wrapped around my neck, you're breathing heavy and meet my eyes for a few, amazing moments. I bite your bottom lip with a low grunt. You close your eyes, mumble something I can't hear and moan a short, unbelievable pleasing moan.
You give in, gives away your body. It was like a drug for my soul. You were my drug. My heroine. I knew that I would never let you go after this, and I knew that you knew that, as well. It was a dangerous game, a game we had to keep secret and unknown.
Then, I heard your voice, trembling with arousal and excitement. I heard your voice, and I knew that I wouldn't keep the secret. I knew that I wouldn't give a fuck about who knew. And I knew that you were mine for eternity.
I heard your voice.
"Raph… I love you."