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#69 walkingdead
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Warnings: Like softcore smut. If you’ve seen Addams family and know how much they love to get it on, then….. yeah…. Mention of sex, lowkey sex? Not smut, but nearly there.
The sun peeking through the curtains woke me up. I cursed whoever hadn’t closed them all the way, though I suppose it was our own fault for not boarding our bedroom windows up like we had for the rest of the hotel. My eyes fluttered open gently and I looked up to see James towering over the end of the bed, watching me. I wasn’t startled or frightened. I loved the way he looked at me, I was enchanted by his love for me, I ate every ounce of it up. The way he watched me made my skin itch with a burning desire and my core beg for him.
James took his cigarette out his mouth, “Unhappy, my dear?”
I nodded and smirked, “Oh, yes.” James hurried to me and kissed my lips. “I’ve missed you… you didn’t visit my dreams last night.”
“Mmm… perhaps I can make up for my absence now.”
He began to ravish me before the sun invaded again. “My dear, the sun, make it go away.” James jumped from the bed and hurried to close the drapes. He looked back at me, sprawled out and waiting for him to return. He looked at me again, and I held back the feeling of wanting to pounce on him, though I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded much. “You’re as stunning as the day you walked through those front doors, my dear. Why, everytime I see you I fall in love with you again. Are you my curse?”
“Of course,” I said. James smirked. “Mi amore, last night… you were… an untamable monster, a demon of sorts. It scared me.” I bit my lip, “I loved it. Do it again.” James couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and pounced on me.
James pulled me into his lap as he played chess with Donovan. Neither of them said anything, but James paid more attention to me than the game at hand. His thumb caressed circles on my hip and his lips covered my shoulder and arm in kisses.
Donovan excused himself, probably off to fix his own urges brought on by the sight of us moaning and begging for each other. “Mi amore, we’ve scared him off,” I whispered.
“No, my dear, he’ll be back. We just have some time to each other,” his hand travelled lower on my body.
“As we don’t have enough.”
“Mmm… do you regret anything?” I bit at his neck in response, and he hissed at the feeling. “My dear, you’re playing with fire.”
“I like fire.”
James grabbed my hips and threw me on the table, and took me then and there, the chess board ruined. All of the hotel could hear us, anyone could walk out and see us. I loved it. I loved him. I needed him, more of him, all of him.
“Would you two stop it,” Iris pouted as we began redressing ourselves. “You’re scaring off the customers, and without them, she won’t be happy.”
James left a kiss between my breasts. “More will come, Iris. The freaks will even want to have a bite of us, and then she can have them.”
“Even the freaks will want no part of you two… you hormonal monsters.”
“Thank you,” I said. “We take pride in our lust and love.”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” Iris shook her head as she started walking away.
“She’s only envious, my dear,” James said. “No one can love as we love each other.”
I kissed his jaw, “No one?”
“No one. Alive or dead… or in between.”
“Oh, James.” There I was again, wanting more of him, wanting to love every ounce and inch of him. He was mine, and I would never forget it— not with how many times we had to all over each other. Without his touch, I would be in pieces on the floor, and I was sure he felt the same way about me.
