I blink.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

My throat works but not a single sound comes out. This is not the first time when he left me speechless but every time it feels foreign. The look in his eyes says everything I have ever wanted to hear. My heart dances wildly at its beats and my breathing quickens.

Not being able to hold any longer I dive right into his arm and kiss him with everything I have. Electric currents shoots down in my vein and run all along to my soul. I have lost the count of how many times we have kissed but every time our lips touch each others the sensation erupts feel like new all over again. I kiss him with all of my love, with every emotions pouring out of my body and with all the feelings I possess. He goes to grab me and to deepen the kiss but I pull away just as I swiftly I went to him.

In the total silence of my room, the only sound of our heaving breath can be heard. I stare deep into his eyes and turn mine unguarded because I know he'd keep it safe for me. When I feel my breathing is stable contrary to my floating heart, I prepare myself for the blow of the words I have kept subsided for so long.

"I love you, Romero king." As I whisper the words I wait for its terror to strike.

And to my disbelief these words don't make me vulnerable, like I was hoping, instead a rush of strength flings in my system making me momentarily loss my compose. Is it really suppose to make me feel this strong, like I could fight every obstacles coming between us. It is like I'm drowning in my love for him and don't even want to stop. If it's how loving someone feels then I don't ever want to come out of this place. It is an amazing place where we are not afraid of anything; where we can take anything and everything.

Love

What a mystery! No one has ever been able to understand it completely. Whenever we think we got it, a new series of question arises.

For me the mystery is my Romero and I would willingly spend rest of my life solving it.

From the way he freezes I can tell he was not expecting this. His body is rigid along with his breath. He is so still that one might think he is a statue. His eyes searches mine as though he couldn't believe his ears.

"Say that again." He demands gruffly.

I smile at the raw need of his words and repeat my confession, "I love you, Romero King."

I hear his sharp intake of breath, his body loosening friction by friction. "Again."

I press my chest to his and murmur the words again, "I love you."

His eyes turns hooded and he looks like he is having hard time believing it, "You are not fucking with me, are you?"

My eyes widen at the question, "Why would you think that?"

Why can't he just believe me? I'm telling him I love him and he thinks I'm kidding with him. Is it so hard to believe someone can actually love him. Why he always thinks worst of him? Then I recall how both of his parents left him alone in this world to fed himself.

Oh Romero

He rakes his hand through his hair. His jaw tightens as he avoid my eyes, "I..I don't know. I guess it's hard to believe anyone can love me, let alone someone like you. You are so perfect in every way and I'm such a fucked up son of bitch, how could you love me?"

My heart pains at the vulnerability in his voice. "Oh Rom, you are perfect too. You are perfect for me. We don't need to be perfect for everyone, we just need to perfect for certain someone. And for me that someone is you. How can I not love you when my heart chooses you at every turn? I don't have any answer for how, why or when but I know that I am in love with you."

His grey eyes are glistening with enormous amount of emotions when he meets mine, "Before you Ray, I didn't know I had a heart too. But then you came along and dug it out from the cold barrier without even knowing. I tried, fuck... I really did to stop you but I wasn't strong enough. From the very beginning I didn't hold a chance against you. My heart, good or bad, is yours Ray. Neither it wants to come back, nor I want it to. Do whatever you want with it, it's yours to obey."

Oh my heart.

"You...you love me?" Words failed me. I don't have any word to express what I am feeling right now.

"Love is very small word for what I feel for you. But if you want to call it love then yes, I fucking love you, so much that it hurts." He thumps his chest loudly, "Here. Every time I look at you, it aches for you."

My eye wells up with unshed tears. These are tears of uncontrollable emotions that I can't keep in bay. Christ! It's too much. I am feeling too much. God please, just don't let it be a dream or if it is a one then don't ever wake me from it.

"Tell me again, please." I whisper, I can't help it, my voice seems to missing.

His face crumbles in a form of undeniable affection as a ragged breath leaves his lips, "I love you, Darling."

I stare into his eyes for one devastatingly long second before we leap into each other at the same time. Everything is forgotten at the moment but just us. My hands reach to his neck and his my hip as we hold each other tightly with the intention of never letting go. This time we take time to savour each other. His tastes bit of whiskey or whatever drink he had, strangely I find myself not bothered by this.

His hands glide down from hips to my thighs and in one quick notion he picks up. I round my legs around him as presses my body against the door. His lips trail down to my jaw leaving fluttering kisses along with it. A sensation starts forming in the pit of my stomach and I feel a weird but pleasurable stir in my core. I moan when his starts sucking my earlobe with a eagerness, the sound only turns him more wild in his action.

Abruptly he straightens up from the door and carries me toward the bed. He gently lays me down on bed and then hovers over me carefully without putting any wait on me. He gazes down at with pure raw hunger. My core clenches as his eyes runs thoroughly over my body.

"You look incredible as always and even more with your face flushed and eyes wide filled with desire. But this look is only mine. I will kill any bastard who as much catches a glimpse of it." The glint in his eyes and the possessiveness in this tone sends a shiver through my nerves.

"I love you." Is the only thing I could say when I regain my ability to speak again.

The gleam disappears in instant leaving tenderness and warmth in them, "I love you, baby. More than anyone can ever dream of. There was no Romero before, only King. Romero exists because of Akira."

Oh God.

The intensity of our love hits me so hard that I momentarily forget how to breath. I never knew this kind of feelings exists. It feels surreal. His words are too sweet, too real and too heart touching. His each word reaches down to my soul and imprints there.

I raise my hand and fisting a hold of his shirt I tug him close to me that he obeys without any protest. I take his lower lip between mine and bite it softly. He groans before taking over the control of kiss and I give in reluctantly. His lips moulds mine perfectly as his moves vigorously over mine.

His lips shift down to my chin toward my breast. His other hand travels to my back and unzip my dress in a rapid motion. I know I'm not wearing bra with the dress but I still don't stop him. Without detaching his lip from my skin he slowly but deliberately pushes the dress down, freeing my arm from fabric and exposing my upper body to him.

I gasp when his cool breath hits my hot skin. I look up to find his eyes are on my lips as they start kissing down my skin. Suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze I try to hide my bosom with my hands but his stops mine on my movement.

"Don't. You have nothing to hide from me. You are simply bewitching and you are fucking mine." He say in soft low voice and removing his shirt from his toned body he helps me to wear it.

"And you are mine." I murmur back once I am settled in his clothes. He stares me for a second before pulling the dress down and completely off me.

"Fuck yes. I am."

Growling he latches his lips back to my neck to continue with sucking and biting. I moan gradually giving him better access.

Slowly but surely I give myself into ultimate oblivion with him still torturing me sweetly.