A Match Made in Hell

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The two of lay in my bed lazily without saying anything. He's on top of me with his head on my chest and his hands around my torso. I play with his hair as he snores lightly.

"Nick?" I ask quietly, too scared to wake him.

"Yes, love?" He mutters back, his voice quiet and raspy, he sounds sleepy. I can't blame him, though.

I smile at the nickname. "Nothing. I just wanted to know if you were sleeping." I run my fingertips down his bare back, his skin, which is currently burning, is my only source of warmth.

He hums in response and shifts a little bit, changing his position and resting his face in the crook of my neck so that our chests are touching.

He runs his lips across my neck gently and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. My breathing picks up.

Really? Now? He was an ass. He could've done this a few hours earlier, but he chose not to, and he's doing this when I'm trying so hard not to fall asleep.

He kisses my neck hard but slow. My breath hitches as he slides his hand up and down my body. A groan escapes the back of my throat.

He sits up instantly, making me squeal as he takes my hands and pulls me up with him. I grinned, he instantly saw my smile and giggled at my reaction.

"Now? Really?" I tease him, he shuts me up and pulls me into a kiss without hesitation.

"I want you, baby. I can't help it." He smirks, running his fingertips up my shirt, tracing my skin gently.

"Arms above your head." He orders, his voice deep and strong, so fucking powerful. He's got such a tight grip on me, it's insane.

He slides my sweatshirt over my head, throwing it aside and admiring my bare torso. Fuck, I loved what his eyes did to me.

My cock throbs in between my legs, I spread them apart slightly, hoping he didn't see it. Unlucky for me, he spotted it almost immediately.

I gasp as he pushes me onto the bed and towers over me. His eyes travel up and down my body before he pins my wrists over my head with one hand, using the other to support himself up.

I lose my breath when he starts kissing my neck, sinful lips running down my face, my jaw, my neck and to my chest, leaving beautiful bites and hickeys on my body.

I go weak in the knees when I hear him whimper into my ear. God, he was so fucking intriguing.

He stops scanning me,  his mouth makes its way back to my face.

I'm frozen like a statue, too afraid to move as he studies me, memorising my features. I couldn't think, my whole body was numb, all the hairs on my arms rose as I shivered.

"Can I kiss you?" He suddenly asks.

I don't answer him. Instead, I move my hands away from his grip and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down and crashing his lips onto mine.

He runs the tip of his tongue on my lip, causing a soft moan to escape my mouth. He smirks at the sound, pushing his tongue into my mouth and tasting every inch of flesh he has access to.

It's a passionate kiss. Slow, but hard. I feel my ears turn red as he nips at my bottom lip. A drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin as he grinds his hips onto mine.

I tighten my grip on his neck and he moans into my mouth, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He was so fucking sexy, and it was driving me insane.

I release my grip from his neck and hold onto his arms, digging my nails into his skin in desperation. My whole body aches, I need more of him and I needed him now.