The Most Forbidden of Loves (Chris Brown Story)

Chapter 5

I began to train Chris, or rather, I tried to. I instructed him on how to properly tackle and pin down his enemy to rip their throat out. I let him practice once on me, and when he had me pinned down, he shifted back to human. He motioned for me to do the same, and when we were both human his soft pink lips came crashing down upon mine. Although he was my mate, there was a time for training and a time for love. Now was not the time for love, but Chris apparently thought otherwise.

Chris' lips moved ferociously against mine, his warm mouth making rough strokes against mine, attempting to force a response from me. When his hands tangled in my hair, I began to kiss him back. My hands were placed on either side of his face as we kissed feverishly, urgent, desire spilling from us. My lips broke away from his so they could trail down his neck. He let out a whimper of disappointment. I rested my lips on the scratches on his jaw, and he trembled slightly. I moved my lips down until they rested at the place where his neck ended and his collarbone began. My canines brushed against his skin, and I sucked on his neck slightly, raising a groan from his parted lips. I moved my lips further, disappointed when they met the black fabric of his T-Shirt. I sighed in annoyance. Chris sensed my displeasure and broke away, slipping off his shirt and letting it drop to the ground. He lowered himself back onto me. I didn't miss the perfectly sculpted six-pack he had, his muscles strong and defined. His chest was perfectly toned, and his hips cut into a perfect V-shape, disappearing beneath his low slung jeans. I didn't realize I was biting my lip until his thumb removed my lip from my sharp canines. His thumb soothed the sore skin. He smiled briefly before his lips attacked mine again. He swore as he muttered into my ear. "Dammit, I can't stop myself from kissing you. You make me want you." He said lowly, his voice husky. He caught my earlobe between his teeth as he spoke, and I shivered. He went back to kissing me, and when he stopped to catch his breath, I admired him. I gripped one of his strong, taut shoulders, wandering down his arm. My other hand started at the base of his throat, trailing down his chest. As my hand brushed past his nipple, he groaned. I smiled as I continued, squeezing his bicep with my left hand. At the end of their journey, my left hand lay curled with Chris', our fingers entwined loosely and resting on a soft patch of moss. My right hand's index finger was hooked on the waist of his jeans, tempting me as my knuckles pressed against the V of his hips.

I went back to kissing Chris, working my lips down his neck once again. There was no shirt to stop me this time, so I continued down his chest. I sucked his nipple briefly until he groaned, pressing closer to me. My lips continued their path until they met his abs. I moved to the sharp V of his hips, running my tongue along them. He grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, frantically. His hand pressed into the small of my back as he straddled me, my hips fitting into his perfectly.

I rolled over, pinning Chris beneath me and kissing him fiercer than when he kissed me. He smiled and his hand crept up the back of my shirt, resting below my bra hook. His other hand pushed my shirt up to expose my stomach. He let my body drop down back onto his, and I sighed as I felt our skin touch. His hard abdomen soothed my soft skin. I straddled him, and he moaned into my mouth, making me want him more. He grabbed my waist in one swift movement, picking me up and standing beside me, scooping up his shirt and slipping it on, a wild glint in his eyes.

"Kylie you know what would happened if we continued, and we're in the woods. I don't think you'd like it if someone walked in on us." He said with a smirk. I blushed but agreed. As he looked away, I brought my hand tentatively to my lips. They felt slightly swollen, and they heated my fingertips. I smiled, dropping my hand to my side and curling Chris' fingers with mine. He was the only one who could make me feel like this. He was mine. My mate. I inconspicuously licked my lips. They still tasted of him. His musky and woodsy scent surrounded me like an aura, and I inhaled deeply, never wanting to forget it. He smiled and we walked back to his house.

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Chris showed me his house and we eventually ended up at his bedroom again. I had already seen it, but I didn't care. I lay down on his bed, staring at him as he took his place beside me. Our sides brushed, and he took my hand in his. I looked at his nose, the perfect shape of his lips as they parted slightly.

"You're perfect." I whispered to him. He snorted lightly and looked over at me. "You really think I'm perfect?" He asked doubtfully.

"Yes." I answered seriously. He tightened his hand around mine as he spoke. "Do you just act like this because we were ordered to mate?" Chris asked curiously. I felt hurt and shock, followed by anger, cross my face. He really thought that? That kissing and touching back there hadn't seemed like I loved him at all? I ripped my hand from his, turning to stare at the wall, my back facing him. A single tear escaped my wet lashes.