He lifts my T-shirt and slides his head under the fabric on my chest, kissing my breasts.
My chest trembles with silent laughter when the memories hit me. He used to do this all the time. He would come at me, lift the hem of my T-shirt and slide his head under there, like he wanted to climb under my skin and hide.
My fingers wipe the rest of the tears off my cheeks and suddenly I can’t stop smiling.
He gets out from under my shirt and starts kissing my navel, licking the skin all around and almost sticking his tongue there when I squeal.
“Stop kissing my navel, that’s disgusting,” I laugh.
He laughs against my skin but doesn’t stop and starts licking me there. I squirm to get out of his hold but it’s too firm.
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” I laugh while I keep trying to get away.
He spins us around until he’s lying on his back with me on top of him.
“I know. But I’m also obsessed and I don’t give a fuck. Now come here.”
His morning voice is so fucking hot that butterflies stir low in my belly.
“Hands on the headboard,” he says, then grips my ass and pulls me down onto his face, my pussy right on his lips since I’m not wearing any underwear.
I do as I’m told and rest my hands on the headboard of the bed to hold myself when he starts to eat me alive, my eyes rolling to the back of my head until I see stars.
?
He managed to fuck me once more before I could get out of bed and wash my face, even though I hadn’t slept at all. I just wanted to feel clean before getting back to bed. I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, studying the little marks of him all over my body while I can’t stop the smile tugging on my lips.
He followed me immediately to the bathroom and now he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, only in his black boxers, studying me.
He gets up and hugs me from behind, sinking his head in the crook between my neck and shoulder, his huge form swallowing me, fitting me like a bigger piece of a puzzle.
My eyes fall shut while I devour this feeling. The feeling of him finally breaking, finally letting me back in. I can’t believe it was only two weeks ago when I thought I was hallucinating, seeing him holding me in my bathroom, the same way he’s holding me now.
Back then, there was still a small doubt about his intentions with me. I believed there was a chance he came for me to shut me up.
When I open my eyes, I see him watching us, his head still sunk in my neck, his eyes flicking from one red mark on my skin to another.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I keep ruining you.”
His eyes flutter, sad and apologetic. I meet his gaze in the mirror and give him a subtle smile while circling my hand behind me, threading my fingers into his hair.
“And please don’t ever stop,” I say.
I turn around in his arms to face him, his brows knitted together and eyes full of pain.
My heart sinks.
“You’re not really talking about a couple of marks on my skin, are you?” I ask him and he just gulps and slightly shakes his head.
“Kasien,” I grab his face in my palms, making him focus on my voice, “I’m not letting you go and I’m not running, accept it finally.”
He frowns at me, his expression confusing. I swallow, heartbeat loud in my ears.
“You don’t understand what you’re choosing,” he finally answers.
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
