The Marks She Left

He'd broken her heart one too many times, yet here he was, at her wedding, not able to tear his gaze away from her as she took her groom's hand and they began their ceremony.

He thought back to the moment he first fucked things up between them, and mentally kicked himself for being such an asshole that night. They'd been sixteen and full of hormones. He more-so than her. She was always the one with more self control. Otherwise, she would've killed him by now for hurting her as badly as he had that night. He'd just finished promising her things he knew deep down he couldn't give her, but with the fear of losing her looming over his head, he was desperate to keep her at his side. So he told her things she wanted to hear, things he wouldn't have said had he foreseen the consequences that followed.

She made the mistake of believing him, and proceeded to kiss him and accept the pain that came with loving someone like him. Her lips had always been his favorite part of her body. A body he spent more than enough time exploring, teasing, bringing to life with his hard shaft as he buried himself inside of her.

He grew hard just thinking about the last time he got lost in between her quivering legs and in her sad eyes, and continued to mentally torture himself as he remembered her twenty-fifth birthday party. It'd been raining that humid summer day, so they'd chosen to stay inside and play beer pong and board games with their friends. After they cut the red velvet birthday cake, they resumed their partying and he'd been the only one to notice her absence between their mutual group of friends.

He didn't need to look for her. He knew her like the back of his hand and he found her sitting on the roof of her summer rental home, letting the drizzle of the rain hit her flushed cheeks. They locked eyes the moment he sat next to her and he remembered how she didn't know how to wear shame as well as he did.

He'd lost all hope of putting a smile back on her face, so he didn't bother trying. All he could do was pull her on top of him on that roof and kiss her until she no longer tasted like cake and regret.

He dipped his fingers into her panties while her fingers weaved into his damp hair. Together, they got lost in the high of their ruthless attraction, and he buried his cock deep inside of her. The warmth she always provided him physically and emotionally had caused his guilty conscious to grow with every thrust and every bite mark his teeth made on her skin, marking her as his own once again.

She never knew she left her mark on him as well. Every time he spent fucking another woman who wasn't her, he felt himself descend further into the murky parts of himself he couldn't run away from. She was the only one whose dark side matched his own, and he didn't realize how precious it had been until she had pulled away from him that night on the roof, right after he'd eaten her out with his tongue and made her come in his mouth.

She'd confessed to him she'd been fucking someone else, and while he'd hurt her just as bad a million times over, it still felt like she'd just finished putting a bullet straight into his heart and what was left of him continued to dwell in that pain until it had consumed him completely. He knew then what it felt like to be in her shoes, to have your favorite person disappoint you in the worst way possible. It'd been a blow to his ego, and he didn't talk to her for an entire year after that.

He'd slept with a different woman every night since, just so he wouldn't be reminded of how much he missed her, just how much he wished he was the kind of man she deserved, someone she could love just as madly as she did before.

He stood up then, causing all eyes to revert towards him right before she said her vows. They locked eyes again, and time seemed to stop around them. It was just him and her now, trapped in this bubble of misery they'd built over the years. He didn't deserve her. Not at sixteen, and definitely not now, as he planned on losing her forever.

He excused himself, and walked down the isle, towards the back room of the church where the bride usually got herself together right before the wedding began. He waited, because he knew she would follow. Ten years of breaking each other down, and she still thought him important enough to show up.

Once he heard the door open and close behind him, he stiffened when he felt her hands on his arm. He couldn't have stopped himself from kissing her if he could. She looked too much like the woman in his dreams who'd been eager and proud to have him at her side again.

She let his tongue lure her in with a deeper kiss and he began to take off her wedding dress. Her hands undid his belt and brought out the hard cock that only ever seemed to thrive on its own in her presence and she began to stroke it. He leaned into her soft palm and rested his forehead against hers, looking down into the same eyes who'd lost all of their magic thanks to him and always because of him.

He closed his eyes before he entered her wet mound, and as soon as he heard her gasp for more, he sighed in relief, then continued pumping into her. She captured his bottom lip with her teeth and bit hard enough for him to grunt and increase his pace. He slid all the way inside of her core, and drilled into her until he felt her walls clamp around his dick, her clit throbbing against his fingers as he rubbed and continued to remind her their chemistry was still just as resilient as it had been when they were sixteen.

"Fuck," she cursed in a whimper and it drove him to the point of madness. He plunged into her wetness harder and faster, placing her hands above her head as he fucked her up against the stained window glass of the church. She felt like home once he spilled inside of her. Peace and tranquility suddenly consuming him, but it didn't last long before he realized he'd never get the chance to feel this way again. She was no longer his to mark and he'd have to live with that for the rest of his lonely life.

"Goodbye," she whispered into his ear, as he wiped away the last tear he'd ever cause her to cry.