In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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- KIBA -
SHE tastes like cotton candy.
Her mouth is soft and plush, and I kiss it carefully - so carefully, that I can feel her skin grow hot underneath the tips of my fingers when I pull her closer. Each movement feels like raw electricity. I think I'd rather suffocate than part my lips from her own. My lungs are starting to burn from the lack of air, and it's still not enough.
When she pulls back to draw a breath finally, it trembles inside the back of her throat. The content sigh she lets out a moment later is warm. Both of her delicate hands cup my face, as I watch her eyes jump all over to take me in. The colour inside her irises has fallen dark from lust.
I want to fuck her so bad. No, not just fuck her... I want to make love to her.
"How was it?" I whisper to keep my urges at bay. I think I can almost hear her purr like a satisfied little kitty would when she looks into my eyes.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention... Can you do it again?" she mumbles, and her voice sounds deep - like she had just woken up from a nice, long nap. I can't help but grin at her request. The timid smile she gives me in return, only urges me to kiss her again.
And so, I do.
When my fingers tangle into her hair, I force us back around, so that her head hits the pillow once more. She looks so small underneath me as her warm body writhes beneath my own. I am much bigger than her - stronger. I have to tread very, very carefully around her now; if I don't, I might just end up breaking her with my own two hands. I'm sure that she is tough... But, I am most definitely tougher.
I kiss her again, but more fiercely this time. My lips part against her own softly, and I try to absorb as much as I can - to really breathe in her essence with every panting brush of lip. When my hand sneaks underneath her tight blouse just so that my fingers can wrap around her bare hip, she lets out a small gasp. It is exactly what I wanted; as the parting of her soft lips is enough for me to slip my tongue inside her mouth.
I take my time exploring the sugar inside. Her saliva tastes sweet as it mixes with my own, the thin string of it connecting our panting mouths whenever we part only for as long as it takes to take a breath, before connecting yet again. I'm not forceful. I let her take the lead, and despite the fact that she is shy and unsure, her tongue still gently prods my own as if she's trying to learn how it moves.
As soon as I push it deeper into her mouth, and glide it across her teeth, I can feel her legs begin to shake before they tighten around my waist. Our lips fit so perfectly together - like two pieces of an immensely complicated puzzle would. But it is no surprise; as they were made to fit, after all.
Kissing her feels so good. It warms my very soul.
Her own fingers tangle into my hair before she curls them and grabs a fistful of it. The groan to leave my mouth is deep - nearly primal, and it only urges her to repeat the action. By now, my body is starting to wake as I tightly press it against her own. I think she knows it, despite the fact that she's inexperienced.
