"Does it feel good knowing I'd kill for you, Jamilyn?"
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Upon the passing of her grandfather, Jamilyn Caswell, moves back to Forks, Washington to aid her grandmother. What she didn't expect was to h...
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"Your eyes stole my words away."
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My heart was ecstatic, beating in a fast rhythm.
Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom
My breathing shallowed as he untied me from the bed frame. I wince at the delightful soreness of my legs and ass when they fall into the cool mattress. I lie in a daze and trail his movements when he opens the window, letting the breeze sift through the room.
I let my neighbor take my virginity.
"Don't overthink it."
I snap out of my thoughts when he hovers by the bed. "I'm not. I'm just....thinking."
Creed chuckles, combing back his hair. "Overthinking," he says before turning serious, "you're an adult, and sex is normal." He climbs over my limp body, settling beside me, and takes my right leg with him. I let myself cave into his touches and wandering eyes, and when he wraps my calf around his shoulder, I gasp at the cold air hitting my core.
I mumble incoherently and hit his chest. "I appreciate your concern, but I can assure you I'm fine."
"No problem, princess," he says, laying his head carefully on my chest, avoiding my sore nips. "You suddenly spaced out on me..."
"I'm good, and it was amazing—more than amazing. I haven't had a summer fling in a long time."
I squirm when he pinches my belly fat and trails over my mound, cupping me. He began to rub in smooth circles, not once inserting a finger. I spasm when he rolls my clit. "Summer flings?" Creed grumbles over my breast, licking the sensitive nub. He wraps his spare arm under my torso to hold my breast gently in his hand.
I place my head on the pillow and grab his hair. "Only a couple of secret ones. My mom would've strung my neck if she knew I was with a boy. The first one, we didn't do anything besides hold hands and kiss, but the second one, he fingered me—"
The mention of someone else's fingers triggered something in him because he glided a finger inside me. I suck my teeth and laugh. "You want me to die?"
"Only if you'd let me be the one to do it," Creed says darkly.
My adrenaline spiked at his words, and I could feel the sparks lighting up my lungs and the blood in my veins. Thunder struke outside in heavy waves, mirroring the dread I felt in my chest. "Creed!" I shouted when he pinched down harder on my pierced nipple.
Creed rolled my nipple and clit simultaneously, brushing his lips to mine as I gasped in pain and pleasure.
The glint in his eye was dangerous. My head told me to run away, to leave, and not look back. His touch is experienced and thrilling, and my devil meter went up with every twist and plunge. I was someone to feast on for the time being, and when that time passed, I wondered where I'd end up. As I peered into his dark green eyes, I knew. I knew he was trouble; the curl of his crooked smile and the words that spilled from his sinful lips said so. They called me; I've never wanted to pick up a call so fast.
