Toxic Fantasy | König

Twelve

Hannah's Perspective

The sun peeks through my curtains and I feel the warm beam on my cheek. I am too tired to open my eyes though. There is a dull ache throbbing between my thighs and my entire body feels sore. I feel like my legs are just jello. What the hell happened last night?

I groan as all the events come flooding back into my memory. Getting drunk at the club, König showing up, him saving me, Aaron getting sent away, König kissing me while we were standing outside, him coming back to my room with me... Holy shit! It wasn't a spectacular dream. König and I had sex last night. I fully thought that it was just some hyper realistic wet dream.

It was all real! And it wasn't just amazing sex, it was so much more, it was intimate and raw. He showed me his face. He seemed so scared that I wouldn't like what I saw, but I don't understand how anyone couldn't like what he hides behind the mask. I meant it when I told him he is beautiful. I knew he was beautiful on the inside, but he is beautiful on the outside too. All of his scars do not distract from his beauty, they add to it.

I remember running my finger over his sharp jawline when I woke up in the middle of the night. I admired how the moon illuminated his sharp cheekbones and how his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he slept. His blonde hair hung at his forehead looking messy yet still styled perfectly. His full lips were slightly parted as he let out short relaxed breaths. He looked perfect, scars and all.

I have wanted him for months now, and from everything he said last night, he wanted it just as badly as I did. Besides the soreness I am feeling this morning, I mainly feel an overwhelming sense of relief. He is back and he is not just back as my bodyguard, he is back as more.

I fully intended on icing him out when he told my parents, he was coming back, but after he kissed me... fucked me like that, how could I? Sure he was a little rough, but it wasn't just a meaningless fuck for him. I could tell he cared, that he wants more than sex. It is exactly what I want too and now that we have crossed that line we don't have to worry about tiptoeing around our feelings.

I feel like how I did that morning before I learned that he left. That morning I was so excited for the possibilities between us. I was ready to confess my feelings to him that day and I was eager to do so, but I know this time will be different. This time will be different because I know for a fact he will be waiting for me.

I can't fight back the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. I slowly roll over ignoring the stretch I feel in my sore muscles. I pat the side of the bed König was on and it is cold, but I can smell him. The comforting smell of sandalwood hits my nose and the energy rushes through my body. Despite my muscles screaming at me to move slowly, I am too excited to see him.

I throw the covers off of my body and jump out of bed. When I open the curtains I see my dress left in the middle of the floor and my panties thrown at the side of the bed. I shiver at the memories of stripping for him and the look on his face when he climbed into bed with me. It only happened a few hours ago, but I want more. I will never get enough of him.

I decide to skip my typical morning shower and throw on some leggings and a sports bra knowing that König is probably using our home gym in the basement. When I look in the mirror as I brush my teeth and notice a few bruises on my arms from when König was holding on to me making sure I did not let go of the headboard. The feminist in me should be upset that he did this, but I cannot find it in me to be mad. I actually kind of like them. It is like a physical testament to what he told me last night. Mine.

I finish getting ready, throw my hair back into a ponytail and leave my bedroom. I feel lighter as I walk through the hallways, waving to the house staff with a big smile on my face. They give me confused smiles and weak waves as I just continue on my merry way to König.