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 glided his tongue across her teeth.
Her taste - ambrosial. He paid the utmost care to his soulmate's panting mouth as he continued to claim it as if it were his property. Peered at her reddening features through heavy-lidded eyes then, and tried to memorize every single detail of her pretty face. It was his favourite thing to do whilst kissing her; watching her melt into him.
Irritatingly restless thoughts whirred and echoed inside his skull. Jumbled themselves into one disorderly mess with each sloppy exchange of tongue, and continued to coalesce. His mind had wound up stuck on a rather busy lane in the middle of rush hour, and Kiba hated it. So many perceptions prodded at his brain all at once; all of them overwhelming. He couldn't concentrate.
"C'mere," he mumbled, his frustration evident with the vexation to lace his voice. As if their very beings weren't already conjoined in a tangle of limbs and craving thoughts.
His rough hands trailed their favoured path across the gentle, albeit voluptuous curve of her hips before he closed whatever little proximity had been left between their bodies. She toppled over when he touched her; one foot clumsily stumbling over the other against the warm floorboards, and he held her steady with one expert hand resting against the small of her back. The other found its rightful place inside the back pocket of her jeans before she could even gasp another breath.
He dug his fingers into the denim to bring her even closer. A single harsh squeeze which made her voice a panicked little whimper in protest. The sound turned his heartbeat erratic. Such a fine piece of ass; his girlfriend. And he had the pleasure of being entertained by it - front-row seat, and all.
Encore, encore - the show must go on!
"Kiba," she breathed his name now, resting both palms against his chest to push away from him, "Easy."
He still caught the sultriness which she had weaved into her voice, though. His girl didn't want him to take it easy, nor slow. No, no. She wanted it rough - pronto. Played hard to get, just to make him bang his head against the wall. Because he liked the challenge the brick provided. Because she knew him like the back of her own hand.
"Quiet." was his curt reply before he slipped his tongue back inside her mouth to shut her up. He was having none of her games.
He kissed her once more, this time deeply - possessively. Held her in place with covetous hands, and prohibited her lips from ever unlatching from his own. Each trembling exhale to leave her mouth mixed with his heavy breaths. They warmed the inner side of his cheeks - kindled the fire within his core.
Ardent flames stroked his entire body with their sharp tongues. Even made his skin feel too tight on his bones as he leaned down to loom over her smaller figure with his bigger one. Gone taut; the sun-kissed epidermis, whilst trying to subdue the fever of blazing blood underneath.
