Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 14: "i love you"

(Smut warning)

He had a deep groove of concern in his forehead, his eyes forlorn.

"Lily, I don't care what they say about me and you. I tried to stay away, I really did, but I just can't. Because I love you,"

He winced at his own words, almost bracing himself for my response.

I tried to speak but no words came out. My chest rose and fall as I began to breathe harder in the silence.

Thoughts raced around in my head at a speed where I couldn't consider a single one of them. His shoulders slumped and his eyes saddened.

"I mean, obviously if you don't want to get back together, I respect your-" His voice cracked and his brows pulled together, his eyes misty with tears.

"Hey, hey," I said softly, setting his flowers down on the table next to the door and sliding my arms under him, my face pressed against his chest. His breath was shaky as his arms wrapped around my shoulder blades and squeezed me tightly. I looked up at him through my lashes.

His puppy eye gaze burned into mine as if he would hang onto my every word. I nuzzled into his neck for a moment and he turned to study my face.

"I love you too," I whispered into his ear. His eyes followed me as I pulled back to his face, and his frown disappeared into a soft longing.

He inhaled through his nose sharply as I pulled him into me, my hands clutching onto his leather jacket and kissing him hard. After a moment of blunder he reciprocated, pushing me into my apartment by my hips, and kicking the door shut behind him as he leaned into the kiss with more intention.

I tugged with want on his jacket and instantaneously he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, and my trembling hands began unbuttoning his shirt between kisses. He grasped my moving wrist firmly and I paused, looking up at him.

"Are you ok? You're shaking," he rasped, glancing at my hand under his half undone shirt.

"Never better," I breathed, smiling into another rough kiss. He made quick work of his shirt and his hands slid under my one, one palm cradling my back and one gliding up to my breasts. I couldn't help but breathe raggedly as a thumb brushed over my nipple and he squeezed a handful of the flesh hard, grumbling under his breath.

His warm palm slid down over the plain of my stomach to below my belly button, three fingers breaking the seal of my sweatpants but waiting there. Butterflies stirred impatiently in my stomach and I grabbed his elbow and pushed down, a soft moan leaving my lips as his fingers traced my folds through my underwear.

My knees buckled a little and without hesitation he picked me up, using the wall as leverage to hold me against with my legs around his waist. I could feel myself soaking through my underwear with aching need and as if reading my thoughts, his fingers delved into my wetness with the lightest pressure. I ached for roughness and desire after the time apart, while he went as torturously slowly as he could, leaving my hips bucking involuntarily against him and feeling his length twitch back at me through his jeans.

Pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach and I dragged nails along the soft bronze flesh of his bare shoulders. I want to reciprocate for him, rubbing him through his jeans, a deep groan rumbling from his lips over mine.

A whimper left my lips at the sudden loss of touch, watching breathless as he licked along the length of one of his fingers. I gasped at how hot I found it, and before I had anything to say he carried me to the countertop, yanking down my sweatpants along with my underwear. I whipped my shirt off over my head and before I had a second to breathe, his face was between my legs.

With all the care in the world he licked and kissed my thighs and everywhere he possibly could around it aside from where I needed it. The ache and cramp in my core deepened and I couldn't help but whine for it.

"Please Pedro," I hissed through gritted teeth. His face was at mine now, tilted at an angle as if he was enjoying taunting me.

"Tell me what you want," he said gently, sucking at the sides of my neck.

"I-I want you to fuck me," I whispered breathlessly as a finger drew slow circles around my clit. He smiled up at me deviously, sinking two fingers and hooking them in as deep as they could go. My breath caught and I grabbed at his forearm, but he bought his mouth to it and stayed there. His fingers hit my core and I helplessly came, his face following as my back arched, staying there until my legs turned to weak jelly and my chest heaved.

I thought to myself how I've never been this attracted to a person in my life as he lifted me into his arms, his jaw slick with my juices and still a hunger in his deep brown eyes. He pushed me with a gentle flop onto the couch and I giggled as he climbed on top of me, my hair sticking to my damp forehead. I was fully naked, but his jeans were still on as he began to unzip them.

"Wait," I said, and he obediently paused. I pushed him onto his back and he let me, with an amused expression as if impressed I was making my own decisions. Straddling him, I left kisses down his collarbone and chest and unzipped his pants as it sprung into my hands. His grip on the hair at the nape of my neck tightened as my mouth slid down as far as it could around his length.

I blissfully sped up at his breaths caught on each other, his legs squirming under my weight.

"You- you have no idea how f-fucking gorgeous you look right now," he stuttered. I glanced up devilishly at him through my eyebrows and flicked my tongue over the tip in my mouth, watching gleefully as his head rolled back and the lines on his forehead grew deeper with struggle.

With a jerk he pushed himself up off his back by his elbows. "Wait, stop, I-"

My eyes met his and his lashes fluttered weakly.

"I'm so close, but I'm not done with you yet," he breathed, moving forward into my neck.

Flawlessly he flipped me onto my front, his fingertips dragging over my stomach as he bunched some cushions underneath me. I smiled with my face buried in the couch, my eyes fluttering as he massaged the insides of my thighs that had become slick with wetness. He spread me open and I gasped, my back arching back into him as the cool air hit my core.

His warm length slid along my thigh and closer to my centre, feeling his hot breath against my spine as he trailed kisses up my back. With a hard push he slid it in and a high pitched moan helplessly left me. I could hear every effect of me as his mouth rumbled into my neck, biting into the flesh of my shoulder and pounding harder and harder until my eyes rolled back and I forgot where I was.

"Come here baby, I wanna see your pretty face when I come," he muttered raggedly, and I scrambled onto my back, dragging my nails down his muscled back as he caved into me again, slower and deeper this time. Shots of pleasure crept threateningly through my pelvis for the second time. I jerked up into the crook in his shoulder, grasping on to him but he pushed me back onto the couch, his huge palms cupping my face.

"Let me look at you," he whispered, his broad chest heaving up and down a little harder than before as his pace quickened. His eyes connected with mine as an orgasm shot through my body once more, and his hips stuttered as he throbbed inside me, falling into me as we panted entangled in a sweaty heap.