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But for now, she needed to be weak. And I needed to hold her. Her bruises had long faded from her face and I was struck by how innocent and soft my Rose was. How deadly her thorns could be when she opened her mouth. Or when she put that mouth on me. Fuck I could spend the rest of eternity making love to this girl's mouth alone.
“Whose they?” I ask instead, pressing a kiss to her temple, unable to stop myself from touching her. Especially when she was this close to me. She made my brain scramble like breakfast eggs and I couldn't think straight. I was so hungry for her taste.
“It doesn't matter.” She whispered. Was she snorting those Fruit Loops of hers? Of course it mattered. It fucking mattered so I could destroy those bastards in broad daylight and watch them try to come after me.
Pressing a finger under her chin I tilt her face to look at mine, and my breath hitches as those blue eyes hold me captive,
“Tell me.” I urge, searching her eyes for clues regarding my angel's thoughts.
“They’ll only come after you. They’re strong. Strong enough to hurt people beyond repair. I mean just look at my life Kaleb, it’s in tatters and I can barely hold it together. I want it so badly to be whole so I can stay. So I can finally stay.”
Stay? Was she going somewhere? I think fucking not.
“You're not going anywhere,” I growl but Rose only laughs at my sudden alpha possessiveness.
“You’ve arrived a little too late.” She says sadly and gestures around the room, the true meaning of her words lost on me as I take in the shattered state of her apartment.
“I think I’ve arrived just on time, baby.” I wink at her and dissolve when she erupts into a fit of giggles.
“Oh right and what are you? My broken knight in shining armor?”
“That's right Blondie. Do you want to see my sword?” She shoves me and I laugh as her nose scrunches in annoyance, that blush I love so much covering her whole body. So easy to rile this one up, I could spend a lifetime teasing that blush out of her skin.
“I guess I should probably take a shower and wash all this paint off my skin.” She states, her eyes gazing towards her bathroom door, or where a door would have been if I hadn't kicked it down all those nights ago. The sight of the now empty doorway makes me smile.
“Guess I’ll just have to watch. You know, since there's no bathroom door to keep me from ogling those perfect tits of yours.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she slaps my arm again.
“Well, I wonder whose fault that is.” She rolls her eyes and I breathe a sigh of relief at the light twinkling in her eyes.
“No idea. Probably that broken knight of yours trying to save you once again. He really seems to be in the habit of doing stupid things to save his Queen.”
“Queen huh?” She quirks a brow at me and I grab her hips, rubbing her against the growing erection in my jeans,
“That's right Blondie, Queen. My Queen. Care to bow before your savior?” She looks down at where our bodies joined, my hard cock pressing against her pussy, and a gasp escapes her as the meaning behind my words sinks in.
“Kaleb.” She scolds but the word comes out breathy and I can feel her hips begin to grind against mine, if only subconsciously. She wants this. Wants me. It’s in her eyes but I want her words.
“You're wet aren't you? Wet for me?” She blushes at my filthy mouth and the sight only makes me grow harder. She notices and her Bambi eyes grow so wide I could stare into them forever.
Gripping her hips, I watch as paint stains my hands, causing red handprints to appear on her t-shirt. Marking where my hands touch her. Claim her.
“Dry as a desert, actually.” My little vixen lies before pushing herself off my lap and hurrying towards the bathroom. My little minxes hips swaying with every step.
She was trying to torture me. To drive me mad. To push the monster out of my cage and force him to play.
Unable to help myself I picture her, naked, rubbing herself off in the shower. Her delicate fingers thrusting into herself as she pleasures herself while those perfect tits bounced with every thrust. She was everything I shouldn't want and yet I found myself craving her. Wanting to know everything there was to know about her. She was whiskey in a teacup and I wanted to feel her burn down my throat and into my fucked up soul.
And so like an addict going through withdrawals, I followed her into the bathroom, my feet picking up speed as I watched her shed her paint-stained tee followed by her red splattered jeans. Her long legs eat up the distance towards the shower and I watch silently as she turns the dial, my shadow haunting the space as she hovers outside the shower door, waiting for the water to warm.
“Are you waiting for me to invite you in?” She quotes the phrase from her little vampire show and the fact that I know this makes me want to post my next Instagram photo with the caption #simp.
This girl had me whipped harder than cream.
I’m about to quip something wicked in return but she chooses that moment to turn to me in nothing but a pair of black lace undies, her perky breasts on full display, and I lose all circuiting to my brain.
Those tits.
I wanted them in my mouth. I wanted to flick those nipples until they puckered and brush my thumb across each individual mound until she moaned. I would suck each one into my mouth, swirl each nipple until she screamed with pleasure. Until she was begging for release.
