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Denigration of the Devil

(He loosened my one hand and slowly rested it above his heart. Suddenly, it reminded me of our first kiss. That day, he did this same thing, but probably he didn't remember since he was drank. "Feel that. It only beats for you. Feel it, Noona. This thing was protected with heavy shells. It was impossible to break it free, but you did it. You broke the shells one by one and slowly made your way into this. Only you live inside my heart. Only for you, this cold heart beats." His eyes held thousands of emotions in them. I was overwhelmed looking into his eyes, feeling that hectic rhythm of his heart under my palm. He smiled at me, "I love you. I love only you. Always have, always will." I blinked to hush away the tears that were blinding me from seeing his face. I released a shaky breath, "I love you too.") Fate collides two different persons from two different part of the world, two broken hearts, two lonely souls. Taesung is a 20 years old boy. His mother died during his childhood. Later his father became a drunkard who abused his two children. Taesung murdered his father while his father was abusing Taesung's sister, Taemin. And Fahami is a 24 years old brilliant student, a karate fighter and a dancer who is still in depression because of her brother's death. She meets with Taesung when she receives a scholarship from Daegu Gyeongbuk Institute of Science and Technology. She sees her dead brother, Nabil in Taesung. Because of the resemblance of characters between them. But situation gets twisted when Fahami and Taesung starts feeling something stronger and different for each other. Fate betrays them and conspires to break them apart. What will happen when Taesung will have to fight his inner devil?

SK53faria · Fantasie
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Chapter 66: What'd You Like To Become?

A/N: A little mature content ahead. Read at your own risk.

Fahami's POV:

I didn't know how long we stared into each other's eyes. Damn! Even his eyes can make me feel butterflies in my stomach.

Taesung licked his lips, still keeping his gaze on me. He then dipped his head and kissed me on my mouth. The kiss wasn't a gentle one, not a bit. It was a hungry, passionate and domineering kiss.

He turned me over and, cupping my buttocks in his large hands, he hoisted me up. My body seemed to know what to do when it came to him. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands wrapped around his torso.

I didn't know when he brought us in our room until he was lowering us on the bed.

His kiss became wilder and possessive. His hungry kisses muffled my moaning. Nothing about this time was gentle. His actions clearly declared how much he missed me. My cries echoed in the room as his mouth travelled from lips to my neck. I was pretty aware that he was just wearing a towel.