Always

50| Wounded

The second his lips touch mine I forget all about the date and everything else that had my emotions going haywire today. This kiss feels different from the others. I can practically taste the lust on his tongue and it's addicting.

Our lips never leave each other's even as he lifts me inside with my legs wrapped around him. He locks the door before making his way into the living room. My knees slip at his sides as he sits on the sofa so that I'm straddling him.

His erection is pressed right against the spot where the cloth of my under was dampening more and more by the second. We continued to kiss until it was hard for us to breathe. That's when he started nibbling along my jaw and down my neck teasingly biting here and there.

I was panting, my whole body was hot despite the coolness of the rainwater his clothes was saturated with. He wasn't the only one wet and I could feel the self control slowly leaving my body. I started to grind my hips against his, rubbing myself against his dick trapped in his wet jeans.

Soon enough his hands slid under my shirt and I let him. I wasn't insecure anymore and I wanted to show him that. Instead of taking my shirt off like I anticipated he would though, he simply caressed my bare skin with the most delicate touch. His cold hands softly grazed my back leaving the most tingly feeling in their wake.

His kisses were hot and lustful, but his fingers were the complete opposite. It's as if he was letting me know that I was the one in control.

"It's okay," I whisper.

I grab his hands and slowly guide them up my stomach. His eyes were focused on mine as I let him explore my body. My heart was beating fast, but I couldn't even heart it because his was beating louder.

"You can touch me."

"You sure?"

"Yes," I laughed as if he wasn't already touching me by my command.

I held his hands and slid them up to my breast where he gave them a soft squeeze. His palm ran across my sensitive nipples and I sighed in pleasure.

"Do it again," I whispered to him as I kissed him again.

The more we kissed the harder he groped my breast and the harder I'd grind against him. Little by little my body was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure and I started wanting more. In the heat of the moment I pulled off my shirt leaving my exposed body for his eyes to wander.

We both stopped for a moment and I watched as his eyes slowly traveled from mine to my lips, to my chest and back up again. He was completely drinking me in and I was getting nervous watching him watch me with absolutely no reaction on his face.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

All he did was smirk. That stupid handsome mischievous smirk of his. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that princess?"

"Good," I say smiling like an idiot. "Now shut up and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am," his deep voice rumbles against my lips before doing just as I say. His thumbs continue to rub and pinch my nipples as our tongues collide.

He then releases himself from me and latches on to my breast. His tongue continues to flick and circle my nub as he sucks it like he needs to in order to live. It takes every bone in my body not to cry out his name because heaven knows he can use his tongue.

In need for more of him, my hands slide under his shirt to feel his toned muscles only to be met with wet bandages. The second I do his entire body jolts as he winces from pain. Immediately I slide off and into the seat next to him.

"What the hell? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just a burn."

"Totally, because burns just bleed like that," I say pointing to the blood slowly seeping through his shirt.

"Shit." he sighs in defeat.

"I'll get the first-aid kit."

"It's really not that bad," he shouts but I'm already putting my shirt back on and walking in the kitchen to grab the kit.

"Take your shirt off."

"Oh?" he smirks.

"I'm not kidding. Your wound's gonna get infected if you don't clean it. I won't ask any questions I promise. Just let me help you."

His smirk drops and any hit of playfulness vanishes. He looks at me completely serious and there's even a glint of fear in his eyes. "Promise?"

I'm taken aback by his need for confidentiality on the matter but I get it. "Yeah, I promise. I won't ask."

He hesitantly pulls his shirt off and I can see a few red bruises turning purple on his chest and side. He has a small wound near his left rib that he poorly wrapped with bandages.

I want to ask what the fuck happened and how he got them. But I won't. I just silently remove the soiled bandages and prepare to clean the wound with antiseptic and a cotton pad.

"It's going to burn okay?"

"Come on princess, what's a little alcohol?" I shrug and press the cotton pad near the wound to disinfect it and he loudly winces, swearing like a sailor under his breath.

I try my best not to laugh at him as I hurriedly put ointment on and properly wrap a fresh new set of bandages around his upper abdomen.

"Thank you," he says kissing my forehead.

"No thank you's" I point at him. "But you're welcome."