Dollface

Part 63

S: I always want to have you in my eyes. I've already told you, you're mine, to protect and everything in general.

I look into his eyes with a little worry, a hint of doubt in my head but I trust him.

I: Okay, but you have to assure me of one thing. First, no promises. Just assure me that you won't keep anything from me anymore. I want to know what you think... it won't hurt to communicate with me.
S: Here we go with this communication bullshit.

He mutters, jaw clenched as I frown.

I: It's not bullshit. It's important. Not everything is guns and violence, Simon, talking to me won't hurt you, if anything it will make you feel better. Just... please, for me?

I tilt my head down ever so slightly and shoot him those innocent puppy eyes that seem to work wonders. I know he hates it when I look at him like that because it softens him up, and everything in his life revolves around maintaining that tough guy attitude that he's grown so attached to.

At that, he falls silent and stares at me with an unbearable effort not to back down. It's only a matter of seconds before he throws his head back in annoyance with a groan.

S: Okay, good.

I'm satisfied, so I decided to show it by placing a soft kiss on his lips.

I: Good.

He still seems nervous after my little venting, and even though it's obvious, he eagerly leans down to capture my lips again.

I: I love you.

I murmur against him before pulling away. His large hands take a liking to my hips, gripping the flesh tightly.

S: You better. I haven't been shot, nearly killed five times, and beaten to shit for a job.

I smile in amusement and nudge my nose lovingly with his.

S: *sigh* I love you too.

I couldn't take the thick wall of tension between our very close bodies much longer, it was driving me insane. I need to feel him, to kiss him. Not a second passes before I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and forcefully connect his lips with mine. He doesn't hesitate and kisses me back, pulling my body impossibly closer.

Our feet start to slowly walk back to the bed, barely in sync and stumbling a few times, though we both stay clinging to each other, successfully maintaining the fierce kiss.

As soon as the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, his rough but soft hands wander to the back of my thighs, which I find comforting at first. That is, until he lifts them up without warning and I'm tipped backwards to fall against the bed with a scream.

He completely ignores the look of shock on my face as I see him climb on top of me. Instead he uses his now very dark, lust filled eyes to penetrate straight into my soul. The feeling consuming my entire body is almost indescribable, only a genius could explain what I'm feeling right now and I certainly can't.

When I first met him he was so dark and terrifying, when you first meet him it's the most noticeable thing and I think people shy away from looking deeper because you're just too scared to. But now that I know him, the real him, it's like a light outshining the darkness.

But someone who has become violent so effortlessly never backs down from something like that, it's not something that can be easily erased from another person's perspective.

So, to put it as best as I can and as briefly as possible, staring into those eyes at that exact moment has me mortified, but also seduced, and in the best way possible.

I guess you could say I have a fetish for danger.

I stare at him, lips slightly parted, as if I were in a tranny.

S: You are so innocent, dollface.

He moves closer to my face and stops at an agonizing distance from my lips. I could feel his hot breath on my face as his nose teasingly brushed mine, though he didn't act like it, his expression was deadly serious, but he carefully took his time to study my face, brushing his soft thumb along my bottom lip as he continues.

S: So delicate and fragile, like an angel... my angel.

His hoarse words send my heart into a deathly state of rapid palpitations. I could swear if this man doesn't kiss me right now I'm going to have a fucking heart attack.

S: But the things I want to do to you....

The wave of disbelief washing over me was visible and left me speechless. Lord forgive me for what's going through my mind but it's not my fault, it's literally the most seductive person right in front of me, I have no choice but to fall for his witchcraft.

I: S-Simon
S: Can I show you?
I: ...show me something?
S: What I want to do with you. I want to show how much you mean to me baby, all I need is a yes and I'm yours.

He persuades in a rough voice, my breath catches in my chest as I feel a finger trace my ribcage, he sounds almost desperate, so killing him inside just to get my approval.

S: So tell me love, do you want me.

I barely comprehend what he's saying before I nod frantically, his tongue sliding once over his lips as he slowly looks down my body.

S: I need words, princess.
I: Yes.
S: Good girl.

The air is instantly stolen from my lungs as he closes the small gap between our lips and kisses me desperately, our lips kissing feverishly without pause or interruption other than the quick shedding of clothing on both our bodies.

I sigh into our heavenly contact, his free hand brushing my bare sides, lips grazing my neck and biting, occasionally sucking to leave bruises as decoration on my skin.

Almost breathless, my hands rest on his now bare back and the warmth the skin provides. His lips fall back to mine as his fingers tug at the last thin piece of clothing covering my body.

S: Wait a minute - I need th-

He pulls away from the kiss and sits up, his eyes never leaving mine, grazing every inch of my bare skin. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as the sight of him fills his conscience with joy.

I stare at him, leaning on my elbows, my bottom lip slightly pursed.

I: Why did you stop?

I murmur in a soft, low tone.

S: Just wanted to catch a glimpse of my naked woman.