No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 9- Still mine

She was mine.

She had always been mine.

No one else had the right to touch her. No one else had the right to have her like this.

Just me.

Only me.

I pressed her back against the nearest wall, lips still locked with hers, pouring all my frustration, all my unspoken words, into this one moment.

And then, finally-

Mikha kissed me back.

Mikha tried to speak, her lips parting against mine, but I didn't let her.

Not now. Not when the fire between us was burning too hot, too uncontrollable.

I tilted my head, trailing my lips down to her jaw, then lower-to the soft skin of her neck. My breath was uneven, my heartbeat erratic as I pressed open-mouthed kisses against her pulse point, feeling it quicken beneath my lips.

She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders as if trying to ground herself. I could feel her conflict, the hesitation in her touch-but she didn't push me away.

"Ah-Aiah," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, almost like a plea.

I ignored it.

Instead, I tightened my grip on her waist, pressing my body flush against hers. I wanted her to feel everything-to feel me, to know that no matter how much time had passed, no matter how many people she let into her life-

She was still mine.

I nipped at her skin, just enough to leave a mark, just enough to stake my claim.

Mikha shuddered. "We... We can't-"

"Why not?" My voice was hoarse, my lips brushing against her skin, daring her to find an answer that wouldn't sound like a lie.

Because I knew the truth.

She still wanted me. Just as much as I still wanted her.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, as if torn between pulling me closer or pushing me away.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes-dark, hazy, conflicted. "Say you don't want this, Mikha. Say it, and I'll stop."

She didn't say anything.

Her silence was all the permission I needed.

So I kissed her again.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my breath ragged, my hands still gripping her waist like I was afraid she'd slip away.

Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. But it was her eyes that got me-dark, glassy, filled with something I wasn't sure I was ready to name.

Anger? Lust? Regret?

I didn't care.

I leaned in, my lips ghosting over hers, my voice dropping to something raw, something almost broken.

"Say it, Mikha." My fingers tightened on her hips, holding her in place. "Say you don't want my body anymore."

She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling against my chest.

I smirked, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Say that those assholes you've been with were better than me in bed."

Her breath hitched, her body going stiff against mine. But still-she said nothing.

Silence.

That was all I needed to confirm what I already knew.

I let out a dark chuckle, shaking my head. "You can't, can you?" My lips brushed against her ear, my voice a whisper. "Because you know it's a lie."

Mikha shivered, her hands clenching into fists against my chest.

And then, finally, she moved.

But not to push me away.

Instead, she fisted my shirt, pulling me back to her, crashing her lips against mine.

And just like that, whatever fragile restraint I had left-

Snapped.

Mikha didn't hesitate anymore.

She didn't care.

With a sharp inhale, she pulled back just enough to yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside without a second thought. Her eyes burned into mine-no more hesitation, no more conflict. Just want. Just need.

And then she was on me again, her lips crashing against mine, deeper, rougher, as if she was trying to prove something.

As if she was trying to match the fire I had ignited.

I groaned against her lips, my hands instinctively moving to her bare waist, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips.

She pulled away, just enough for our foreheads to touch, her breath hot and uneven.

"I want you, Aiah," she whispered, her voice trembling-but not with fear. With hunger. With need.

My lips curled into a smirk, my fingers tightening their grip on her waist as I whispered back, my voice low, teasing, challenging-

"Who does your body want, Mikha?"

She swallowed, her hands sliding up my arms, her nails digging in just enough to make me shiver.

"You," she admitted, no hesitation this time.

I grinned. "Good girl."

And then I took her lips again, pressing her back against the wall, claiming her all over again.

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