Chapter 152: Chapter 152

‘Why now?’ Sara whispered to herself as she looked at the closed door where Eren and the God called Zaman had just walked out of, she wanted so much to go after them, not just because she still had questions to ask, about her mother, about her enigmatic last words and about the things she saw in the frozen edge, the chaotic darkness that threatened to flood over the world,  but also because she wanted to be with Eren, she understood how difficult it must be for him, the hurt and betrayal was written all over his face.

It wasn’t just that, though, he also looked lost, not sure of what he knew nor what to believe any longer, all those feelings were things she was so familiar with, and ironically, it was none other than Eren who made her feel them in the first place, the room she was in was the same one he had locked her in and almost defiled her two years ago, she thought that the mere sight of the same bed would make her panic at the reminder of what happened to her, but none of that happened, the memories were still there, but their effect on her was neutralized by memories she made the previous night with him, the way he made love to her as if worshiping her, the emotions in his eyes and the things he made her feel, as if unlocking the deepest places in her heart to settle in them, the after taste of him, of herself and her arousal on him still lingered on her tongue, causing her body to heat up all over again and her legs to clench, it was so intoxicating and addictive, mostly because it was him, her demon.

This room was no longer the one where she suffered from betrayal and lost hope, it was the room where she shed off the rest of her walls and bared herself in front of him, welcomed him inside her in every way with open arms, it was the room where she learned another aspect of expressing love, and the room where she got to know him, his past, the deep and unhealed wounds he carried, his journey, and the things that made him the man he was, the room was no longer a scary place, if anything, it was just a fancy room that resembled him, dark walls, dark furniture, and dark atmosphere with its own beauty and glow, but without him there it was but a room, it was him whom she considered as home, in every place he was.

Sighing, Sara asked herself what to do next, beside waiting for him without losing her calm, even though she didn’t feel any threat coming from the God, she still found it suspicious that he chose to show himself right then, he could have simply avoided meeting her and hid somewhere but he chose to come to her knowing well that she was going to know what he truly was, and that only made her question further about his reasons.

Standing up, Sara walked towards a beautiful painting on the wall, the only one in there, standing in front of it, she smiled at the beautiful sight portrayed in it, a jasmine orchid and night sky, she knew Eren wasn’t impressed by either, it was her who loved both, and yet he had such a painting in his room…

Lost in her thoughts, Sara was startled when a pair of hands settled on either side of her waist, the grip tight and almost painful, desperate, she thought as his head fell on her shoulder while his chest pressed against her back, he didn’t say a word, just breathed in her scent as if to calm himself.

“Eren…” Sara whispered his name and his grip tightened on her, his arms circling her waist as his hands moved from the sides to rest on her lower abdomen, his posture was stiff, his hands were cold, and his touches, even though they were still loving felt different, there was something more to them, a rage he was keeping at bay even though it was eating him from the inside.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked warily, even though she knew the answer, however, she couldn’t bear to just stand there in that uncomfortable silence and just sense his uneasiness and rage.

“No…” Eren answered truthfully, his voice restrained and deep as he tried to fight the demons inside his head, the ones that craved dangerous pleasures in order to be sated and calmed, but they were raging in his head, like a chaotic storm clouding his eyes, “I need you!”.

The whisper was barely audible as it was spoken in her hair, a contained need and desperation lacing it as his hands tightened around her, begging for her permission, and even though she felt his darkness thickening around them like a heavy cloak, dangerous and alarming, she still felt a strange thrill coursing through her body and making her lower abdomen clench with need and arousal, and something else that mirrored what he was feeling, hunger.

Without turning back, Sara raised her arm to reach for his head, and instead of caressing it gently like she did the previous night, she grabbed and fistful of it callously, not showing any fineness in her hold as she pulled his head down to her, making his lips land on her bare shoulder before a low growl escaped them, she knew the words were no longer needed, not with this man who knew her like his palm and understood every little reaction of hers, which was confirmed when his lips parted not to kiss her tenderly but to bite on her delicate shoulder like the starved demon he was, piercing the skin and causing blood to flood in his mouth, thick and warm, spoiling his buds with it richness as the taste of her exploded in his mouth, clouding his mind of anything but her and her willingness, her eagerness, and the streak of danger that none of them knew she possessed before, her back arched and her bare behind pushed against him, rubbing his already hard rod as her grip on his hair tightened and a silent cry left her mouth, one of pain and pleasure combined without a trace of protest.

“I want to take you like I hate you!” Eren said after sucking on her wound and licking it clean, he didn’t want to push her beyond her limits and risk losing her, but at the same time he wanted to possess her, own her in ways that she didn’t own herself, push her to the limit where everything else was a blur but himself.

“So much for worshiping me!” even though her words were taunting, the shiver that ran across her body and the way her body heat raised told him that she wanted it to, for whatever twisted reason that existed in that beautiful mind of hers.

Sara wanted to turn and see his face, tell him that she wanted him just as bad, in every way he was willing to give himself to her, go with him to the darkest places he was in right then, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, ever, he would die before even coming close to that, she trusted him that much, but before she could turn she found herself pressed against the wall, her face making contact with the painting she was just staring at, a surprised cry left her mouth when his hand sneaked to her front, grabbing her left breast just as hard as she was grabbing his hair earlier before her hand moved on its own to the wall in order to stabilize herself, he wasn’t as patient as he was before, he didn’t show her the same tenderness but pure hunger which was driven by lust, and while his body pressed her against the wall, his free hand went to her hair where he grabbed a fistful of it, tagging it back words in order to right her position, and just as he wanted, her back arched, her breasts pressed against the wall while her cheeks but pushed against him even more, causing his hot rod to settle between her them, right where it belonged, he told himself.

Closing her eyes, Sara savored the weird sensations coursing through her body, the thrill of danger mixed with the unbound ecstasy, his roughness doing little to scare her, not that he allowed her time to be scarred as his hand left her breast to settle on her lower lips, his index and middle finger sliding in between, rubbing her swollen bud and collecting the dew that started to form the moment he touched her skin.

“Eren!!” the breathy call had him smirk with satisfaction as he moved his fingers torturously slow between her lips, her bud imprisoned between them like a little pearl, “Do something!!”

“I am doing something, my fair lady!” Even though he knew what she meant, what she wanted, and what she needed, he still taunted her and teased her to say the words, driven by a new found desire in pushing her further out of her comfort zone. “Tell me, what do you need?”

“I…” Eren felt that his heart was being seized all over again as she looked at him over her shoulder, her lower lip trapped between her teeth before it was released and her tongue darted out to lick her, her eyes hidden behind the thick silver lashes like the moon, but not enough to hide the foreign glint he saw in them.

Raw and insatiabl e hunger, similar to his.

“Say it!” Sara moaned as he tugged her hair back with more force, a burning pain coursing through her sculp but it was soon forgotten when she felt the fingers that were caressing her lower lips gently grab her swollen bud tightly and tugging it, his thumb twirling it with the right amount of pressure.

“I…need you!” Sara said hesitantly while biting her inner cheek, wondering why she was suddenly feeling so embarrassed to say one word, the thing that she wanted him to do so badly that each part of her body was begging for it.

“Not enough, my fair lady! You must be clearer than that!” whispering darkly in her ear, Eren slowed down his moves on her bud, making her whimper against him, he wanted her just as urgently, and yet, he wanted her to come to him, ask for him in every way.

“I need you inside me, fucking me like it is our last time!” Sara spoke the words with the confidence born of her need, making Eren’s hold tighten on her hair as he muttered something, but before she could understand what it was or question him about it, she felt him invading her tightness without prior warning, slamming into her with full force, pushing himself inside her already wet hole like he couldn’t wait a second later to be where he belonged, her walls futilely resisting his forceful entry, and her mixed cries and whimpers with incoherent words that escaped her lips.

Gasping, Sara felt him pull back only to push inside her again with the same ferocity, the pain was undeniable, but so were all the feelings that overwhelmed her like a flood, the rawness of his feelings, all the despair, the anger, the fear, and the passion, she felt them in each thrust and in each tug, he was bearing himself to her, not just his body but the deepest corners of his soul where the lost boy was, the one who didn’t know what to do facing all the cruelty thrown at him, and she was there embracing it, taking it all willingly and wanting more, wanting him just like he was, broken and sharp, the edges didn’t wound her as much as they fitted with hers, with her, they were both incomplete, but right then, she felt another piece of her finding what was missing in him.

“I want to see you, Eren….” Hearing her plea, Eren pulled out of her only to turn her over, her face was flushed and her emotions were all there, all the ones she didn’t speak of until then, the few words he wanted so bad to hear were in her glassy eyes, placing his hands under her knees, he picked her up only to push inside her again just when her lips landed on his, kissing him like a mad woman, matching his intensity, no fineness in and he loved it, he loved her, with all his being, she was his solace and his world, the one good thing in his life.

“Say that you are mine!” Sara looked at him with clouded eyes, unhappy with the loss of contact on her lips as he broke the kiss even when he was buried deep inside her, but seeing the way he was looking at her, with those pleading red eyes begging for her confirmation, she couldn’t help but fall silent, asking herself in her mind whether she could tell him what he wanted to hear or not, and how honest would that answer be, but the answer was clear once she asked her heart, he didn’t just own it, he possessed it, the thought of losing him was too painful to even consider, and a life without him couldn’t be called a life.

“I am yours, now and always!” wrapping her arms around his neck, Sara kissed him again, this time gently and slowly, as if to ensure him, pacify the chaos inside his head, she was his indeed, and he was hers, there was no home for the both of them but the one they provided for each other, “You are my home, Eren.”

“I love you, I love you so much it hurts!” unlike the way he was thrusting before, Eren’s moves became gentle strokes, her cries died to be replaced by the soft moans, and her face relaxed to morph into one he couldn’t read until she said her next words.

“I love you too, Eren.”