Description
[Not your average cliché love story, it contains forbidden themes,dark love and some emotional triggers. If you don't like sensitive themes or odd topics don't read it. It's all fiction,don't hate on me] That night Uncle dropped vaguely pleading that before his surgery he wants to see Mara as a bride,like I had a choice; it was certainly done in a moment. But yet before it all been done a flash happened. I crawl in front of him and kiss his neck. He places his hands on my cheeks. Such a lustful game for such a weak kid. I'm permitted to his mouth without an ask, his hair shuffles between my hands. Spare me a dozen of sins tonight because my deeds are running low to concept of afterlife. With every passing minute, our bodies were sizzling curiously under our hands, skilfully my lips were carving him mine. I curtailed my movements on his lips am departed to his neck; how insane is this gamble of love, lust so high. I lost sense over my every move and like rhythm everything felt into place. Our breaths synchronising and his shy flutters of lashes were driving me insane, only if could I would have taken him whole but his body shuddered and I stopped. "Who am I to you?" He asked again.
A Race for Rings.
