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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I'VE never quite realised just how much I've actually missed the feeling of his lips on my own.
When he kisses me, the fire inside me roars in delight, like a hungry monster digging its sharp teeth into its meal would have done. My body melts against his own. Even my legs feel so very weak from the way his warm tongue explores my mouth.
Each swipe to glide across my teeth makes me shudder - sends a buzzing jolt of electricity down my spine. Kiba is a very good kisser, and I can tell just how egoistic he feels about it from the way his teeth sink into my bottom lip. He tugs on it, now - gently; teasingly. Just to test the waters.
He knows that I'm still angry with him. When I try to pull back, he doesn't let me. His palm rests onto the back of my head, and as his fingers tangle into my hair - he only pushes me forward, forcing our now-panting mouths to remain stubbornly latched together. He wants to overpower me, and isn't afraid to fight for the dominance.
"Apologize," he orders, finally pulling back to look me in the eye. His gaze is lascivious, and the colour of his eyes is so appealingly dark because of it.
"No," I say. He sighs tiredly before he kisses me once more.
I just know that I'm going to regret it later.
The inside of his mouth is sweet and cool - exactly like the spearmint gum he's so fond of chewing all the time. We've kissed before, but it's different this time around. Now, his kisses are messy; greedy. It feels like he's trying to absorb as much as he can in order to really memorize the way I taste.
My arms are eager to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, because I need to draw in as much as I possibly can of him in the same way he's doing it with me. He keeps me steady against the wall; pushes himself against me so tightly that we're practically conjoined together. Every single movement we make is only to lessen the distance between us.
"God, I hate you so much," I sigh, whilst his lips move to my neck hungrily. I can feel his smirk when my fingers tangle into his hair. As soon as I tug onto the rich brown locks, he lets out a quiet groan. The sound makes my heart skip a beat.
"Oh, do you now?" he whispers, and doesn't even give me time to respond with yet another snarky remark as his sharp teeth quickly pierce the sensitive skin.
The pain to sear through me is absolutely addicting. It makes my eyelids flutter shut as he continues to deepen the achingly-sweet love bite. His tongue is warm and wet from drool as he traces it across the now tender skin; making me wince. I have no clue how I'm going to cover up the bruise in the morning, but that's the least of my worries currently.
The tips of his fingers are beginning to trace the thin sliver of skin just above the waistband of my shorts, after all.
His touch is cautious as he gives it, despite his kisses being so harsh. He lingers at the center of my stomach only for a moment, then hooks a digit under the very edge of the waistband to study my reaction before letting go of it again. He does it twice, and it causes for heat to pool between my legs with zero shame each time. I can feel the throbbing anticipation inside my very core - it makes my legs tremble.
