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“What won’t happen?”

“You won’t find anything that you dislike about my pretty face.”

“You fucking narciss—”

I cut her off by bringing my lips down to hers. Pulling back, I gently bite her bottom lip. “So, baby, how did you like our world?”

“I don’t think I can live outside of it.”Raven brings her lips back to mine and moans when our tongues collide.

I search her eyes. “Are you sore? I was rough before—”

“I don’t care. I want you,” Raven whispers the only motivation I need.

This isn’t the time for our usual animalistic lust. Somehow, she knows it too. I enter her gently and make her look at me while I fuck her slowly.

Raven holds on to me and doesn’t look away once. We both come staring at each other as if we can see through each other’s soul.

And it’s fucking perfect in every fucking way.

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I feel Raven’s missing warmth even before I wake up, very aware that a full stream of daylight is greeting me through the patio doors.

My muscles are still sore as hell from last night and this morning. I stumble over to the kitchen sink to wash my face to clean the dried blood.

Groaning inwardly, I start cleaning up the destruction and chaos surrounding me. I think we broke at least two lamps. Even sweeping off the glass is dangerous.

I pull up my phone to open the Airbnb app. The house is not rented out for the upcoming week, so I reserve the next two nights, which I’m sure will confuse the owners since I am their neighbor. But it will give me enough time to have maid service clean up this mess before their next set of guests arrive. They can charge me for any remaining damages.

Once I finish getting dressed, I finally make my way back home. Taking the stairs two at a time, I charge towards Raven’s room to check on her.

I throw the door open and call for her when I take in a very familiar scene.

I blink. Suddenly, I wonder if I should start pinching myself as well to see if this is real. I stay frozen, staring at the room in front of me.

There are clothing piles everywhere. The room has been ransacked. It’s been torn apart. But it tells a very clear story. I have seen her room in this very state before.

There is an envelope with my name on it. As I read the note, I slowly slide my butt down the bedroom door until it hits the hardwood floor. I wrap my arms around my bent knees and stare at the chaos in front of me, with the note hanging off my hand.

Raven left and once more without saying goodbye.

You lied.

-Raven

Two Hours Ago

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Raven

I am exhausted. Both physically and mentally. Milo and I had sex, we fell asleep, spoke, and then put it on repeat.

I was sore by the time we had sex again, but I didn’t care. I wanted the pain with pleasure. It was the perfect paradox for our type of love.

But it wasn’t painful. It was gentle in a way I couldn't describe. It was the first and only time I felt like I was making love. Yes. We fucking made love instead of… well fucking.

We stared at each other and even said the words when we came, and it was fucking perfect.