Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)

chapter 13: Distractions

!Trigger Warning!: This chapter contains sexual scenes

I stared down at my screen, sighing a little. The assignment was due in 2 days, and as easy as it was, the assignment was long and I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it finished in time. I suppose this is what came with college, but that didn't stop it from being so stressful. School was always my strong suit, my comfort and what I was good at. But you couldn't be good at something if you didn't have enough time to complete it. 

Maybe to some, school wasn't important and just something they were forced to do, but to me school was a way of proving I wasn't a failure. A way of showing myself I could be good at something, I needed to be good at something, just one thing. Otherwise what was the point? If I wasn't good at anything then what was the point of life? Maybe I was just overreacting though. Maybe I was just being too dark and gloomy. 

Deciding to put on my headphones and play some music, I continued with my work. I had to get it done there was no if's or but's about that, even if that meant being anti-social for a while. Not that it seemed like a bad thing to me, I was always an introvert anyway. I'm sure the others could distract themselves without me. I just hope they don't decide to do anything stupid, not that I trusted that they wouldn't but a girl can always hope.

I was glad I had already finished my art work as soon as I got it, art was a lot easier to do and English wasn't too difficult either as it was only a four page assignment. It was just doing all the research and notes for media studies. Maybe I should have stayed in high school as a kid and put up with the bullying, maybe that would have benefited me a little better. Although I question if I would have been able to pass my GCSE's if I did, seeing as I would be so focused on those bullying me. That was the only problem with school, the bullies.  And apparently it was still the same thing at college. Either way, I was here now so I needed to focus.

5 hours had passed and I was still working on my assignment. Luckily I had finished some of it, but there was still so much left to do. Suddenly I felt a kiss on my neck "what you doing beautiful?" I heard a deep voice whisper, making me blush. Turning around and seeing the handsome being, who I somehow got to call my boyfriend, a smile appeared on my face. 

"School work handsome boy" I finally answered.

"Hm.. that doesn't sound too fun" he chuckled, now nibbling on my neck. 

"Not really, but it's got to be done" I replied, my voice a little softer. 

"Hm, really my love?" he asked, kissing down to my shoulders, if he continued like this he was gonna make me go crazy. "You can't.. stop.. for a moment" he whispered in between kisses "can't.. have a break?" he brought my face to his, our lips only inches away from each other.

"I.. I can't baby" I needed to do my work, but god if I could stop for a short break just so I could get a kiss from him, I would in a heartbeat. My eyes kept travelling down to his lips, thinking about how good they would feel against mine. His hard, rough kisses, the kisses that made me realise who I belonged to. A shiver practically ran down my spine at the thought.

"Oh?" his voice was barely audible now, sounding like just a small breath. "what if I.." he stopped for a moment "made you" he finally said, crashing his lips against mine. Fuck his lips felt amazing. His hand instantly travelled to the side of my face, his other going to my waist, as his tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for permission. Giving him the permission, he so desperately wanted, without a second thought, I kissed him a little deeper, allowing him to guide me through the kiss. 

Although we didn't say much, our kiss said all we needed to, a lot better than words ever could. We had missed each other. Maybe it was only a couple of hours, but when you were as obsessed as we were, that felt like an eternity. My eyes instantly shut as his hand travelled to my throat, our kiss getting rougher as we got more desperate for each other. "I need you baby" he groaned a little. "We shouldn't.." I whispered, in reality we both had things we needed to do, things that shouldn't take even longer to get done. "Please" his soft whisper instantly made me give in. How could I resist him? Him and his perfect voice and body. Usually his personality would be on my mind too, but at this moment we both craved more than what personality could give. We were lustful over each other, craving each other's body. 

"Take me.. take me as yours" I answered, giving him the final part of me, as he lifted me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. 

Pinning me against the nearest wall, we hungrily attacked each other with kisses. Kissing each other's neck, lips, throat, collarbone and chests. We were like hungry lions being given a meal after years of scraps. Our kisses were desperate, neither of us wanting a single moment away from each other. It felt like we were worshipping every inch of each other. Our moans and groans felt like music to my ears. Everything I once thought was cringey and would look away from or skip past in movies, now felt like absolute heaven. Who knew that the one thing you once despised could so suddenly be the thing that felt like it was your fuel to keep going with life. 

Our clothes were on the floor in only a matter of minutes, the desperate need for our bodies to be even closer getting stronger. I needed him inside me, I needed him to make me his, I needed him to mark every bit of me and not leave a single inch untouched. Clearly he needed the same thing which he showed by not waiting a single minute before thrusting deep inside me, pounding against my core and giving me no time to adjust to him.

 The raw, rough sex completed something inside me. The difference between fucking and sex was now more than obvious to me, the passion was different and this showed why people loved it so much. Sex felt like such a dirty word before, a word that made me nauseas, a word that was ruined since childhood. But now it had a completely different meaning to it, the man in front of me had completely changed the meaning for me, he made it feel like such a beautiful feeling. The word love could hardly explain how I felt about him, he was my obsession, my need and my perfection. 

Even after we were both panting like wild dogs, neither of us wanted to release from each other. If it wasn't for the world, I would stay like this forever. Being practically in each other's skin, possessing each other with pleasure, lust and love. 

"My gorgeous goddess"

"My handsome god"

Perfection came in many shapes and forms, perfection was different to everyone. And to us? This was our perfection, being able to claim each other and love each other in ways no one else could. I suppose this was why we were more than soulmates, we completed each other in every way. Especially each other's souls. He was one of the only things that could get me on on my knees to worship. 

"Tell me what you want and it's done"

"Just love me, stay with me and Sadie until we're old and grey" the one thing he always wanted from me and the one thing I would never say no to. At first getting old sounded like a nightmare, now with the thought of him and our precious angel by our side, it couldn't sound more perfect.

"Done" I whispered as I kissed him once again.