Here it chapter 8 : this is my favourite so far
i hope you like it
Jonathon jolted awake. As the first gust of oxygen hit him, he breathed out in blissful relief. His nails still dug into his chest from when he'd clawed at it for breath. He pulled himself up, still gasping and clutching his stinging chest. He took a few more beautiful gulps of air, relishing the feeling of oxygen entering and leaving his lungs effectively. He could feel the demon metal jarring through his body and he was suddenly overrun with rage and frustration. He felt as if he'd been wound too tight, and the Defuser had caused that to snap.
The thought of the Defuser made his eyes snap open once again; searching for it. He spotted it on the floor and picked it up, all his malice directed at the cruel device. He smashed the defuser to the ground, then picked it back up and threw at the wall, for good measure. If he never saw it again it would be too soon. Storming upstairs to the training room, he began throwing knives at the wall targets, needing to focus his frustrations, conflictions, shame and fury at something. When he ran out of knives he sprinted at the wall and leapt, bouncing from one wall to another and landing on one of the roof beams. Adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he leapt off the beam, flipped three times and before landing on the ground in a crouch position.
His eyes were screwed shut as he panted, the adrenaline leaving his body slowly and surely, like water swirling down a drain, but the anger still remained. But when crystal blue eyes flashed across his mind it was as if all the rage had left him, replaced with a burning need for her; her presence, her strawberry scent... her touch. It consumed him; his thoughts only of and for her. With bright, fiery determination he rushed down the stairs to the hall. The demon metal still lingered in the air, with it the memory of the night before. He bolted out of the apartment, frantically wanting to leave it behind. He ran all the way to her; he kept seeing her eyes and his wicked grin. He leaped up the steps and burst through the door. Emelina was kneeling next to one of the boxes, tidying up. She jumped to her feet at the sound of the door busting open.
When she realised it was him, she visibly relaxed, yet her expression remained cautious. She searched his face for any clue as to his visit, but soon gave up and just stood there, waiting for... something.
He strode toward her and cupped her face in his hands, brushing his lips ever so softly over hers. Pulling back briefly, he gazed into her eyes, as if asking for permission to go any further; their noses brushing against each other. She looked at him; first with confusion and then recognition. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his. Warmth spread through his body at the feel of her lips on his and he groaned.
His hands trailed down her back and gipped her waist tightly, pulling her closer to him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled at the strands lightly. His knees almost gave out at her touch and his lip quivered when she pressed herself up against him. When his tongue ran across her lower lip, asking for entrance, she moaned and allowed it. The thought of her, needing him as much as he needed her drove him crazy. His tongue slid in and entangled itself with hers. He groaned in pleasure. He'd kissed other girls before, but they were one-night stands or just someone to pass the time with. This girl... this girl was different... she touched something in him that no one else ever had or – he truly believed – ever would.
She tugged him down again, causing them to fall onto the mattress, never breaking apart even for a second. Through their entire lives they had both never felt as if they fit with their own selves, but now, together like this... everything felt right.
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