Lust or Love?!
As soon as I could, I lowered my arms and insinuated them between our bodies to grasp the hem of my shirt and yank the offending garment off over my head. The touch of clothes between us had become unbearable. I needed to feel his skin against mine. When he drew back to allow me more room, I expressed my impatience with an frustrated exhale. Tomoe growled in return, a low rumble that originated deep in his chest and that I could feel vibrating against my sternum. The sensation made me shiver and reach impatiently for his kimono next. Too much clothes still lay between us. He finally took matters out of my hands, stripping bare, then pressing down over me, letting me feel the rough heat of his chest pinning me to the floor. Before I even realized it he had managed to get me onto all fours covering me like a blanket. His chin hooked over my shoulder and nuzzled the nape of my neck. I shivered at the feel of his body surrounding mine. Warm skin pressed against mine everywhere, his muscled legs to the back of mine, hard stomach and chest pinned against my back. His arms braced just under mine to bracket me in place. With his size and strength, he had me trapped. I couldn't have gotten away if I wanted to. My breath caught in my throat as he moved behind me searching for his mark. I titled my pelvis eagerly, choking on a gasps when he found it and began to sink into me. I needed more, I needed it so badly I could taste it, dark and bitter at the back of my throat. My fingers scrabbled at the floor and I shifted my weight forward, trying to adjust myself better. Tomoe growled and thrusted his hips forward, even as his head dropped, teeth closing hard over my shoulder to pin me in place. I felt him enter deeper, working his way into me with shallow digs of his hips until, he slid home on a single, powerful thrust. I screamed. It started out as a sound of shock, but within the space of a heartbeat it became pleasure. I thrusted back against him, trying to match his demanding tempo. The climax snuck up on me. Waiting and watching for its moment to strike. The moment came, unexpectedly, when Tomoe fangs released their grip on my shoulder and grazed a careful line up the curve of my neck to the sensitive hollow behind my ear. A cry tore from my throat, rough and aching, and my body clenched, quivering endlessly on the edge of the precipice. Until Tomoe shifted, pressed himself high and hard inside me. In a soft, toneless, airless whisper, he purred two words directly into my head and heart.
"Your Mine."
I woke up in my bed feeling as if either I had just been in a car crash and trauma had wiped away all memory of the incident or someone had snuck into my room while I slept and beat me with a baseball bat. I pulled the rumpled blankets to my chin and scowled at the empty room. He disappeared again without saying so much as a word. I was really starting to get tired of this magic show, the ending was always the same act. I pushed myself into a sitting position and winced at the tenderness between my legs. When I slide my feet to the floor and took a tentative step towards the bathroom, I actually groaned. I had known that the use of a bunch of unfamiliar muscles in an unfamiliar activity might leave me a little sore, but this seemed excessive. I could barely walk. As I started to hobble my way to the bathroom for a much needed shower, my bedroom door slide open to reveal a overly happy Mizuki.
"Master! I've been worried about you ever since that brute of a fox hauled you away from me."
He quickly covered the short distance between us gripping me tightly in a hug.
"Mizuki...what are you doing in my room?"
I stammer trying not to show how much pain I'm in.
"Master I just had t..."
His sentence fell short as his nostrils flared and he took in some deep breaths. He pushed me away at arms length glaring up and down over my body, before finally spotting the bite mark Tomoe had so carelessly left.
"He did this to you didn't he?"
He stared down at the floor giving off an ominous feeling. His grip around my arms tightened to the point he started to shake a little. It scared me, I have never seen Mizuki like this before. He was usually bubbly happy to the point it made you sick sometimes.
"I'll kill him."
He growled before turning to make his statement true. I grabbed his kimono sleeve with a pleading cry.
"Please don't Mizuki. It wasn't like that. I got caught up in the moment and lusted after him, but that was it. I don't love him. I....I love you."
The last line really seemed to catch his attention because his thoughts about murder completely vanished within seconds. Now I just have to convince myself of that, because I'm pretty sure I'm feeling more than just lust.
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