Hands knotted in my hair at the nape of my neck pulling my head back and angling my face up to his, destroying my senses until I was nothing but tingling lips and a racing heart.

Planting my hands on his chest I pushed Blake back, gasping for air when our lips parted. I needed to regain my senses, I needed to see his eyes.

If they were gold, this could go no further. I refused to be Blake's punching bag anymore and even after his apology, I truly believed I would be when he took back control. His words had been everything that I had ever wanted to hear from him. But I was also acutely aware that they sounded more like Damian's words than his. I meant what I had said to Damian before, "not until Blake agrees". So it was really important to me to know who I was with right now.

Gold I could handle. Gold was what I expected. But what if they were black? My brain refused to process this possible scenario.

Blake pulled back panting, his eyes closed.

I chickened out just as he began to open them. I dropped my gaze to my lap to avoid looking, knotting the hem of my shirt in my hands. I was scared of the truth. In fact, I was terrified by it.

A gentle hand took a hold of my chin and slowly tilted my head back up to look him in the face.

Obsidian stared back at me.

"Blake-" I gasped

"You don't trust me-" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I didn't respond because he was right, I didn't

"You may forgive me but the damage I have done to you will take time to heal." His strong hands held my face close to his as he stared deeply into my eyes. Nothing but openness and honesty written across his face. I'd never seen him so vulnerable and unguarded.

"I vow to you Agnes. I will earn your trust again. Even if I have to pay for it with my last breath. You deserve nothing less and I owe you everything. You've seen me for what I really am and you didn't judge me. You didn't push me away. You pulled me closer. You took care of me. You healed my body and soul and now it is my turn to heal your faith."

His words resonated deep within chest and split it wide open letting everything I was feeling spill free. I didn't think, I just reacted.

I dove at him, knocking him back on to the bed then straddling his hips as I kissed him as fiercely as he had just kissed me. A growl broke through from his chest as his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me harder against him. The kiss was punishing and brutal but in the most delicious way.

Our tongues danced and tangled. Teeth nipped and scraped until our lips were swollen and the metallic twang of blood flavoured our mouths. The taste fuelling my hunger for him to breaking point.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled back to his protests. But these quickly died down when I grabbed them hem of the jersey I was wearing and pulled it up and over my head, exposing my now naked breasts.

Blake's eyes widened and filled with hunger as he took in the sight of me before flipping me onto my back and topping me, crashing his lips back down on to mine once again.

His hands were everywhere. Touching, stroking and grabbing at my exposed skin which thrummed under his ministrations.

I wrapped my leg around his hip, allowing him more room for his body to drop deeper between my thighs.

"Fuck!" He hissed when our hips connected. I could feel the heat of him through the borrowed thin boxer shorts, threatening to burn me alive and it drove me wild.

My fingers tangled into his thick and silky raven hair. Pulling it at the root, the pain amping up his lust into over drive. Gripping my thigh and hitching my leg up higher, Blake thrust him self roughly against me, ripping a gargled cry of pleasure from throat. The muscles in his back rippled when I raked my nails down his back, biting into his skin as I ground myself against him.

The door burst open, light from the hallway breaking through into the dark room and highlighting the fire in Blake's eyes. I bit my lip to hold back the moan of pure feminine appreciation at the sight of the Adonis pinning me to the bed.

"Are you OK, I heard-"

"Fuck off, Connor!" We both hollered in unison before he could finish what he was saying.

"'Bout fucking time!" Connor guffawed slapping his hand against his knee. We faintly heard a "Hey Jay, guess what?!" before he closed the door behind him.

Blake and I stared at each other before bursting into fits of laughter.

"'Bout fucking time." I mimicked Connor, making us both laugh harder.

Tears streamed down my face and Blake coughed, choking on his laughter.

But Blake kept coughing and he didn't stop.

Not until he was choking.

He buried his head, coughing and spluttering into the pillow at the side of my head.

After a few moments, he pulled back and the scared look on his face sent icy shivers of fear down my spine. Looking at the pillow to the side of me, I gasped when I saw the pool of fresh red blood that now stained the pristine white pillow case. My eyes shot back to Blake, who was pale and sweating profusely on top of me.

"Blake?" I asked worried "Are you OK?"

I lifted my hand to his face. His skin was on fire and sweat poured out of every pore, his bodies defence as it frantically tried to cool him down.

"Connor!" I screamed when Blake's eyes rolled in to the back of his head and his body slouched to the side, sliding from above me and landing on the mattress besides me.

"I knew you'd scream my name-" Connor swagged into the room.

"Help him!" I screamed at him.

"Fuck! Jay, get in here!"

Blake began seizing as Jay ran into the room. Stopping dead at the bottom of the bed, frozen in panic at the sight of his best friend disintegrating in front of him.

Untangling my legs from Blake's. I rose on to my knees at the side of him, barking orders at the stunned guys.

"Help me get him on to his side so he doesn't swallow his tongue!"

With a heave, the three of us rolled Blake on to his side, into the recover position with his knees slightly bent and his hand under his head. Blood dribbled from his mouth and eyes as he continued to shake.

"Not yet!" I begged "Please don't take him yet! It's too soon!"

I looked over to Jay and Connor who were both sat at the bottom of the bed looking absolutely devastated and destroyed.

They were giving up on him!

"He's not dying!" I sobbed. "He's not dying!"

My words broke the guys and all three of us were crying so hard, it was hard to tell who's sobs were who's.

The shaking finally began to calm but his breaths were short and shallow. His chest con-caving with every intake of air and a wet rattle sounded on every exhale, the only sound in the room.

My body numb and exhausted, I pulled my top back on and then curled up beside Blake on the bed just staring into his pale but handsome face as tears streamed down mine.

Other than the small dips of his chest, he was so still.

Needing to touch and to comfort him, I reached up and stroked the hair from his sweat soaked forehead.

A sigh of contentment left his parted lips as his body finally relaxed.

That was the last breath that Blake ever took.