Why?
The thought was cut off as a pair of soft lips took his in a sudden movement.
Guilt.
It plagued his thoughts like a disease. She refused to stay still, hastily fumbling your fingers by entangling your hand in his. He pushed back that primal urge to push her down and rip off her dress. Control; that was all he could do near her. She the evil temptress, the succubus, the woman he lusted after for years. He questioned his deepest thoughts to why she were such a tasteful sin; they refused and instead decided to show him why.
That day, she had stood before his eyes with a smile on her features and his guardian grasping your waist lightly. He forced the smile on his face and said nothing but later succumbed to deep hatred and jealousy by destroying a glass of wine. No one dared to talk to him that day, she seemed to fade and distant yourself from him ever since seeing his face.
Why? Why was she so tempting to his being?
The sight of her bare skin made his own tingle, his own eyes sparkling with lust that he never reflected towards that woman. Ignoring all the thoughts, ignoring all the emotions, nothing separated the both of them, only silence and time could show the outcomes.
"Hesitating?" She knew how to tease.
"Never."
Entangled bodies and silky sheets, she smiled gently and wrapped your arms around his neck, shortening the space between her lips. Only one small move and she would become his very easily. Did she even want to? The look in her eyes reflected nothing. The pangs of guilt were ignored, the distant pair of lips locked upon each other, greed, lust, she were an addiction too powerful to resist.
Another heavy breath and she rolled on your back. Those two words came from those swollen lips, he granted without any hesitance. It played as a slow, steady rhythm from the start, clawing his shoulder, his hands grasping her breasts gently, moaning his name, and caressing every curve of her skin, not a sign of hesitation or remorse left her lips or reflected itself in your eyes. He didn't deserve her, and yet she was under him moaning his name in ecstasy as he kissed your neck. He would hold her like this each and every day until you would lose your senses to what he gave you.
"Tsu…tsuna…"
"Say it again…"
"Tsuna!"
The mirror shattered itself in bitty pieces. She was no longer entangled in his arms and sheets. She were never here, he need to establish that in his mind. It blatantly refused; addictions can't be dissolved so easily anyways.
"Kyoko."
"Say my name again…say it…"
Nothing worse than facing the real nightmare.