The Devil's Debt

Him

Isa's POV:

I toss and turn as I try to go to sleep.

Nothing is working.

I can't sleep without him.

It's been a little over an hour and I can't get to sleep. Still, I try different tactics to try and go to sleep, but neither of them work. Finally, when I'm done trying, I sigh, letting my arms fall to the bed.

This is crazy. Six days and I already can't sleep without his body next to mine. I sit up and I run my fingers through my hair as I look around, trying to find something to distract myself with.

Suddenly, the door opens, and in walks Kyzer with no shirt and baggy sweatpants that hang off his hips a little. His waistline moves as he walks, and I don't know about you, but that's hot. He shuts the door and smiles at me as he walks toward the bed.

"Can't sleep?" he asks sincerely.

"Yeah. I don't know what it is." I say back.

His eyes roam me as he stands there and I can feel the tension in the air as I look him over. I can see his print through his pants and his V line that lowers into them as he stands there. His abs are absolutely gorgeous. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows a gulp of water from his water bottle, then my eyes go further up to connect with his in a hungry gaze.

"Come here." he says without moving, his eyes still fixed on mine as he sits his bottle down. I scoot over to his side of the bed to step down, but when my legs dangle over the edge of his side, he stops me. "Stop." he says.

So I do. I look up at him as he walks toward me, a serious look on his face.

He lowers his head to kiss my neck and the area a bit below my ear, making me fight hard not to let anything but short little breaths escape my lips.

As he kisses my neck, he speaks, his low voice making my stomach rumble. "What do you want from me?" he asks as his hand grips my waist, his thumb rubbing my stomach as he asks.

"Uhm...." I respond, unable to speak properly.

"Let me put it like this," he says, his other hand rising to grip the back of my neck softly. "What do you want me to do to you right now? Anything, name it." he asks, still kissing my neck, no doubt making a hickey where he's been kissing me.

I really want him to pin me down and fuck me like his life depends on it. But looking at what he's hiding under those sweats makes me wonder if I can handle it all.

"What... what happened to earning it?" I say breathlessly.

He chuckles deeply and bites on my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks.

"There's just something about you... I can't seem to control myself around you anymore." he says into my ear, kissing and licking it. "I know you've felt it." he says.

"Felt what?" I ask, pulling away and looking into his eyes.

"The tension between us. I know you have. If I'm confusing things, let me know now, and-"

"No, I have." I admit.

With a look of relief, he goes in and kisses me, rubbing his hands through my hair.

"So let me ask you again. What is it that you want from me, love?"

"I think... I think I want you." I finally admit.

"Mmm..." he hums hungrily. "You want me, or do you want this?" he asks me, grabbing my hand and putting it on his print.

He's huge.