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He’s hard and warm all around me. I am high on his presence alone. My palms rest on his chest and his heart beats as fast as mine. He glues his forehead on mine and his lips find mine.
I should fight him, but I’m tired and we have a deal. I chant that his lips on mine don’t feel good, and his hands on me don’t have me biting back pleasure—making me out to be the biggest liar.
One moment his lips are on mine, the next I yelp when he flips me, spooning me as I lie flushed in his arms. He tucks us under the duvet, and my heart and mind race from an avalanche of feelings and sensations he ignites inside me. I don’t get lulled into a false sense of security.
He will take me, and by the end of the week, he will have something of mine I will never get back. But it’s okay. If that’s the price for my freedom, I will pay and get over it.
His arms around me tighten, and I fall asleep next to this beautiful monster.
I don’t count the days as days in the week, but as days to my doom. Day one has begun.
In bed, I peek at him through one eye and find him smiling at me.
“We’ll shower together.”
“Why?”
“Aurora.”
I remember he’s not as important as being there for my best friend, and when he extends his hand, I take it. With every step toward the shower, my nerves hijack my system.
“I’m nervous.”
He cups my face in his hands, brushing his nose against mine. “I will never hurt you.”
Does he actually believe that? He has been hurting me from the beginning.
He will never see me vulnerable again. With a fortifying breath, I follow him into the bathroom.
Kieran peels my top off me, and his gaze dips from my neck to my chest. I bring my arms to cover me.
“Hands down.”
They drop like they have no life in them. His finger follows the line of my neck, down the valley of my breasts, to my belly button. My nipples pucker in anticipation. How can it be that my traitorous body craves his touch? His touch awakens every nerve ending in me. He drops to his knees, his hands splayed on my thighs with a promise to worship, and I clamp my hands on his shoulders.
His eyes find mine, entranced, and the intensity behind them weakens my knees. He peels my shorts off me, leaving a trail of flames behind. I step out of them on shaky legs, remaining just in my undies. My mind turns to mush, my heart races, and my body tingles. Every second that he keeps looking at me as if I am a wonder, unravels me further.
His hands travel down my thighs, peeling my panties down, his breathing getting heavier. He places kisses from my hip bone to my belly. I have never experienced anything like this. He flames my skin with his touch, but soothes the burn with a kiss.
My head falls back. It’s maddening and addictive what he puts my body through. How can he play my body like this, andmake me want what he does as much as I do, knowing he’s a scrupulous monster?
It takes a few seconds for me to realize I’m standing completely naked in front of him. He places open-mouthed kisses up my legs to the juncture of my thighs, where he breathes me in, as if inhaling my very essence out of me. His mouth trails up to my pussy and belly button, up the valley of my breasts, kissing my two pointed nipples.
I am dizzy with the onslaught of sensations. Every inch of my body tingles. I want more, need him to continue his deliciously torturous ministrations.
“You’re perfect, inside and out.”
He steals my capacity to form words. Every soft kiss, passionate touch, reverent word, renders me wanton.
“More?” he asks, baiting me, fingertips grazing along the inside of my thighs. He stops right next to pussy, knowing I need more, knowing I am dangling by a thread. My chest heaves. The almost-touch is maddening, making me desperate for release—I crave it.
Just one small push to free dive into euphoria, but the greedy asshole wants my surrender. I bite down my moans, so he stands up and kisses me, our omnipresent war stretching between us. I will not surrender. Never.
I back up into the shower wall. I have to regroup, regain some control of my body. This can’t be good. Even I know that.
He squirts shampoo into his hand and closes his eyes as he washes his hair. My eyes fix on the long, thick dick dangling between his legs. It twitches, and I gulp, swallowing the saliva that gathered. Kieran has the nerve to smirk.
“He just wants inside of you as much as you want him inside of you.”
