***Mature content ahead 

Kennedy woke up in her soft mattress, and as she moved her body, it felt stiffer than usual and tired. Her muscles ached and the sensitive part between her legs swelled. She groaned. 

As she sat up on the bed, she found the rag was covering her. She didn't quite remember when she had wrapped it but then her heart hammered against her ribcage and her hands desperately searched for her diary. The peach coloured diary was laying beside her, its hood closed firmly and she huffed a relief. For a moment, she panicked thinking Samuel might have read it. She was extremely tired last night while writing in her diary and she didn't quite remember when her eyes gave out.

She opened her diary. The page where she submitted her thoughts, secret thoughts to the only companion and blushed as she read her own words from last night. She would never let anyone see it.

Her phone buzzed with alarm snapping her out of her thoughts. It was 5 a.m. and the date next to it scared her. She bit her lips and immediately squeaked as it was swelling. She was reaching next month too soon. The savings she had would last her three months but she didn't want to touch the money. She was supposed to buy her siblings a pair of ipods for their birthday. She caressed her forehead as her mind engaged into the battle of thoughts and frustration.

She should have taken the offer. 

No! It is wrong... 

She decided to take a shower and went to the bathroom. As her gown loosened, the mirror reflected the purple marks on her skin. Her whole body was covered in Samuel's marks. Her chest tightened as well as her clint. 

She recalled the grey hooded eyes that would take in her body, scrutinising every inch, she recalled the warm breath that would wash over her body giving her delicious shivers, she remembered the harsh touch and the gentle caress that would send electrifying jolts through her cells. She clenched her thighs.

Her breathing was erratic and heat surging to her core. She found her hand reaching her belly to her sensual part while arousal hijacked her once again. She bit the inside of her mouth and put a finger into herself and squeaked as it throbbed, letting her know how harsh Samuel was yesterday. A moan left from the back of her throat as she added another finger. Her reflection imitated her gasps and the pleasure she was giving herself. She recalled Samuel's face when he watched her stripping in front of him, the fire in his eyes, the lust dilated his pupils as if some beast was waiting to be loosen. She liked it. She wanted that look. She felt giddy and addicted to him. An addiction which was making her irrational. Samuel was affecting her as all could think of only him. As if he was the centre point of her life. 

She could not think straight as her fingers did their job perfectly and her other hand touched the mirror to support her balance. Her chest rose and fell as her hand took a speed while her juicy buds felt lonely without a mouth-Samuel's mouth.

She put another finger as her walls clenched around it and her orgasm hit her like a flood. She leaned to the mirror already feeling exhausted and hungry. 

She needed to hurry up as she had to make his food otherwise, he would be late.

And she halted. Why would she think of him all the time?

Her eyes widened when she realised she liked him. 

And she mumbled, "Oh! Shit! I'm fucked up."

***

Samuel woke up, his head was a throbbing bomb which might explode at any moment. He couldn't sleep a wink last night. 

Hundreds of thoughts accumulated in just one place and made him annoyed and unable to close his eyes. He didn't want to go to college today, however, he didn't want to miss his classes either, especially when Noah and he would be going to meet a guy who would become a shareholder of their project. He was willing to invest in them and today Samuel and Noah prepared themselves for it. 

He looked over his laptop where his new software was growing each day. While it made him excited, he knew it would not go unnoticed by his father and elder brother. He needed to do something...especially with the upcoming birthday of his father. He didn't want to attend it. 

Not a moment passed, he decided it was meaningless to think about it and he went for the bathroom.

He was about to reach the knob when the door opened and Kennedy screamed her lungs out, her hands clutched against the towel over her chest. 

"W-what are you doing here?" she asked between her breaths.

"What do people do when they go to the bathroom?" He raised a brow and Kennedy's cheeks turned red as she drifted her eyes not meeting his gaze.

A smirk formed on Samuel's mouth as he could not resist letting the opportunity to go away without teasing her.

"Unless...you use it for your personal pleasure..." he whispered and Kennedy's eyes went wide. If she was red before now she turned redder. 

Her freshly bathed skin glowed while his marks created an artistic decor on it. He mused at the art he had created with his teeth and his hold. The lemon flavour scent lingered in his nose as his eyes washed over her in just a towel. His lower abdomen twitched at the sight and he wanted to take away the piece of cloth that wrapped around her hiding her curves. But after yesterday, he knew she could not take him in. 

"I-I'll... I'll get going to make-" before she could finish her sentence Samuel leaned forward and reached her ears, inhaling her scent softly as he held the door frame refraining her to leave. 

"You smell good, " he mumbled against her earlobe and Kennedy's body stiffened. Her chest rose up and down as Samuel grazed his lips over her shoulder blades to her collar bones. Her delicate skin shivered under his lips and he could not resist to leave a bite or two. Kennedy moaned. 

"Shit! Kennedy," he hissed as her moan made him take her right then and there. But he knew, he could not. First, it would be too painful for her and second, he didn't have time. 

Samuel's hands held her waist tightly as he tilted his head to look at her face. 

Kennedy's face was flustered, eyes glistening with a devious glint and as soon as her gaze fell on his eyes, it softened. That confused him. 

His hands reached to her lips, caressing the red mark he had gifted her yesterday and Kennedy leaned on to his fingers. A strange sensation took over him. The kind of sensation that intoxicated every fibre of his soul to a state of aliveness he never knew was possible. 

He leaned slowly as if his body had a mind of its own. He didn't know what was happening as if he was drugged and their lips touched. 

Both of them closed their eyes forgetting everything else as their lips engaged in a sweet battle. Samuel's one hand reached at the back of her head and the other one stayed at her waist. It was the most gentle and sensual kiss he had ever done to anyone. He had no clue what took over him but it felt just so right. 

Samuel thought he liked her body. He would always crave her whenever she was near. He wanted to touch her, torment her and what he liked the most was her voice that was when she would chant his name. He liked the hold he had on her. The way her body reacted to his touches, he loved it. 

But what was happening to him now? Certainly he wanted to have her but not in the harsh way it was just the opposite. He loved the way her lips were moving, he loved the way she would tuck back her hair behind her ears, he loved the way she would get startled or would just become clumsy. 

As he put his tongue inside of her, she moaned and it made his cock hard. He wanted her badly. But he stopped as he opened his eyes. 

What was he doing? He scolded himself in his head. 

Kennedy looked at him questioningly as he pulled up, both of them breathing heavily. Whatever was happening with him, the confusion, the weird feelings that he had no name for, the cravings, everything felt foreign to him. It felt wrong yet so right at the same time. He felt irritated, annoyed even and found himself at the pit of his anger. 

"W—what happened?" As if Kennedy could feel the tension in his body, she asked. 

"Nothing." He said, his jaw muscles tensed. 

Kennedy's confused face displayed across him as she asked again, "Did I do something wrong?"

"I said nothing, didn't I?" Samuel said as he crossed her and entered the bathroom, "I'll be late."

"Oh! O—okay. I'll make something fast." She said, her voice was laced with nervousness and hurt as she went to her room and Samuel closed the door. He leaned his head against the door and cursed under his breath. 

Because he knew he was getting addicted to her day by day.