Another day in the books. My kill list again at 0 like my name. This shit is getting too easy. I await my greatest foe, the pureblood princess herself – the centre of my loving dreams and my most hateful nightmares. Five years ago, I vowed to be the one that kills her, and I am a man of my word. I will rid this world of purebloods, so that no one else will suffer the same fate as I. But for today, my job is done, and some colleagues wait for me at the local bar.
As I approach the lively building, my throat becomes dry. It burns slightly. She's nearby. I can sense her. When I enter through the door, I scan the room, searching for her long brown locks and mahogany eyes. No luck. I spot my acquaintance from work at a table and sit down next to him. I look up at the bar in the center of the room, pondering what to drink. The empty barstool in front of me gets occupied. A sweet scent so strong emanates from her being. Her hair is slightly curled and she's wearing a black dress, which is very unlike her. She looks back at me – so now she wants to be seen. All I can muster is a glare back. "Zero, do you know her?" my colleague asks.
"No," I reply sharply.
He opens a pack of smokes and offers me one. I gladly take it. I rest the cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pockets for a lighter. She takes the opportunity to come over. "Here, let me get that for you," Yuki says as she holds a flame near my face.
I light my cigarette with it and blow the smoke in the other direction. I scowl at her lighter, it's one of those fancy ones with her last name 'Kuran' engrained. "This is no place for a princess," I remark.
"Then let's get out of here," she retorts.
I smirk at her. She's getting good at this. I get up, shake my colleague's hand loosely and we're out the door.
Soon after, we're at my apartment. She knows her way around and starts to make some tea. I can't wait that long. I grab her waist from behind and spin her around. I capture her lips almost desperately and she responds by adding her tongue. I fiddle with her dress zipper, eager for the garment to hit the ground. I lift her up, not breaking our kiss, and place her on my dining table – an old wooden one enough for four people at most.
I start kissing her neck and make my way down to her collar bone. I suck lightly here and there, leaving love marks I know will disappear anyways. I lay her down as I remove her bra. I gently massage her left breast while I suck on the other one, then the opposite, making sure each one gets attention. She's moaning quietly and gripping my hair. I leave a trail of kisses as I continue down to her thighs. I remove her panties, the last barrier between me and her bare body. As I taste the warmth between her legs, I realize I hadn't had dinner. I pull out a dining chair to sit on. This will have to do. I slip a finger in, and she's moaning my name over and over. I know her man doesn't touch her like this. Else, why would she keep coming back?
Her moans turn to screams, and I know she's almost at her limits. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and her body shake. I lift my head and lick off my fingers with pride. She's up on her elbows and looks at me with longing. I then carry her to the bed. I remove what clothes remain on me and join her in the sheets. She kisses me deeply while gripping my erection, moving her tiny hand up and down the length. Honestly, it looks kind of silly. I lightly push her onto her back and place her right leg up on my shoulder. I slowly insert myself into her warmth and internally curse at myself for enjoying it so much. I start to thrust in and out. I tangle my fingers into her soft, silky hair and a groan escapes my lips. Her breathing is heavy and so is mine. I turn her onto her side and spoon her from behind. Once I'm inside again, I don't let up, increasing my thrusts speed and roughness. She reaches back to tug on my hair, occasionally moaning my name and giving me directions on what angle feels right. I reach over to rub her sensitive nub while I continue my thrusts. Her moans pick up and she orgasms again. I'm nearing my end as well and guide her to lay on her stomach. I enter from behind, trying not to put too much weight onto her. She arches her back and lifts her bum up to give me better access. Each time we end up here, I get more comfortable testing her limits, so I go hard. Her screams are muffled by the sheets. I climax and spill my seed onto her back.
Not long after, I clean off her back and we lay there a bit to look into each other's eyes. It's a fleeting moment of bliss where we pretend we're actually together. Then the moment passes and she's dressing herself. I call her a cab while she does that. Once she's out the door, all I'm left with is her lingering scent and two dry tea bags in empty cups. I'll see her again next time our fate intertwines, as it has countless times before this. Hopefully next time her name will be on my kill list. I'll for sure hit it one last time before I pull the trigger.