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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HE kisses me.
And before I can even take another breath, he forces us around, so that my back hits the mattress in one smooth turn. Kiba has told me before that he's shared his fun with quite a handful of girls throughout his high school and college years.
But now I can really see what he meant by that.
His experience shows in the way he effortlessly slips between my legs; in the way his lips find the sweet spot on my neck with such evident ease, that I can't help but wonder how many times he's done it before. He teases me by grazing his sharp teeth across my skin now, as if all the hours of him hinting his true intentions at me weren't enough already.
When I try to squirm underneath his hold in protest, he pins me down gently, albeit firmly. He lets me know that he wants me to stay in place as he has his way with me. I am going to lose my sanity if he keeps torturing me like this.
"Do you still want what you wanted yesterday?" he whispers against the crook of my neck whilst his fingers intertwine with my own, "Because I'm ready to give it to you... I'm ready to give you my all, actually."
Oh, Lord.
"Yes!" is all I manage breathlessly as I press a kiss to his jawline, "Please... I want this more than anything, Kiba."
"Well, aren't we eager, mm?" he taunts, but I can hear the smile in his voice now as he pulls back only to look down at me. God, he is such a beautiful man; perfect. No, wait... He is more than a man. He is a God - an absolute deity.
"I'm sorry," I whisper as I continue to stare at him. He grins at my little apology, and the threatening flash his teeth give me is enough to make my heart race. They send a chill down my spine. I do not know if I should submit to them, or run as far away as my feet are willing to carry me.
"Don't apologize," he murmurs softly, but the commanding undertone is still present. He's so close that the tip of his nose brushes against my own, "I love how badly you want me. It makes me feel special."
"Well, you are special," I trail off gently, whilst mirroring his movement when he cocks his head to the side like an animal would, "Special to me, I mean."
"You're everything to me." he whispers, and now I can feel my heart practically soar from the love he feels when he kisses me again.
His kisses are more fierce this time around. His tongue twists and turns against my own as he explores the inside of my mouth with each swipe of sweet saliva. He glides it over my teeth; tastes me. It is enough to turn me lightheaded, and I think that he knows it, because now he is more than eager to sink his teeth into my bottom lip.
He tugs on it lightly, and when my eyelids crack open just enough to sneak a glance up at him - I spot that he's looking at me just the same. His gaze is hooded as he searches my face through heavy-lidded eyes. The rich colour of amber inside glints with absolute devotion.
