His Love

Chapter 9- Tattoos

-Alaina-

My eyes flutter open, instantly flinching at the harsh lights glaring at me.

I reach out to the side of me and notice an empty space beside me, my eyebrows furrow.

Snatching the phone from the table next to me, I quickly realise its not mine when I see the background.

Its a shitty one that is on when you buy the phone.

Once again. Boring.

I am definitely making him change that.

Its 11am.

I throw my head back into the pillow. 

Setting a foot on the wooden floor, the cold sears through my skin.

This is why carpet is way better for the cold mornings.

Moseying through the house, I hear a loud bang from the direction of his kitchen.

I rub my eyes before walking through the doorway, seeing Dom crouched on the floor, picking up pieces of what I assume is glass.

His head darts up in my direction and panic flushes through his features.

"Shit," he walks over to me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me in close to him. "did i wake you, darling?"

A small smile crawls on my face at his concern.

"No, you didn't, don't worry." I place a gentle kiss on his cheek and his lips chase after mine before I place a finger between us.

"Wheres your bathroom?" I whisper, staring at his perfect lips.

He rolls his eyes before tilting my head in the direction of a door at the end of the hall.

Freeing myself from his grasp, I stroll down the hall and rustle through his cabinets for a spare toothbrush.

That's before I spot a pink one in a package sitting on the counter.

After doing all the stuff I need to, I walk out the bathroom to see him stood at the stove, his back completely facing me.

My arms barely wrap around his torso as I place kisses on the centre of his back.

There's a bird tattoo right at the top, the wings spreading across his shoulder blades.

Hot.

He turns his body to face me, placing his hands on my very lower back.

His head dips into my neck, gently kissing and nibbling the skin before trailing up to my jaw, then my chin.

Then my lips.

Our lips move in a rhythm, his tongue darting into my mouth as we go.

My hands find his soft hair, gently pulling on the curls at the back, he lets out a throaty groan into the kiss, and if it isn't the best sound I've ever heard.