VERENA
His lips felt like they were melting into mine. We've toed the lines between desire and restraint for so long, there was no question anymore about whether or not this could happen.
Even my mind, which should have the voice of reason, was a silent watcher. My body was screaming and my emotions a scramble. I couldn't think straight anymore. I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
Kai winded his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to deepen his kiss. His tongue was exploring my own, consuming my every breath as if he were too greedy to maintain his. I felt his hands move next to my ass, then down to my thighs where he lifted me easily and helped me climb his body.
I locked my legs around him and held my arms around his neck. Seconds later, he was carrying me and blindly walking through his mess of a room, laying me down on his bed.
We were panting when we hesitantly stopped to breathe. "You've made a proper mess of my room, princess," he whispered against my lips.
"You deserved it," I muttered back.
His lips lifted. "That I did."
My panic rose when he stood up straight, but dissipated almost immediately when he hooked his fingers at the hem of his sweater and removed it with a simple swoop. I tried not to gawk at his body, knowing it wasn't the first time I'd seen it, and failed anyway.
"Done looking?" he joked when I kept silent.
"You're hilarious," I deadpanned.
He chuckled and hovered over me with a hand next to my head. Kai's lips slowly lowered and peppered kisses around my jaw, descending in an agonizing pain to my neck. His free hand splayed over my stomach and rested dangerously near my throbbing core.
"I need this off." He thumbed the fabric of my shirt.
I swallowed. Every part of me was on fire as he watched me trail my fingers down and pull my shirt up. It sounded so blasé, but Kai helping me remove my shirt over my head only made me want him more. He dropped the discarded fabric the same place he left his shirt on the floor.
This was the first time I'd ever exposed myself to... anyone, really. When I lost my virginity, I'd kept my shirt on, as well as the next few times. And it was always in the dark, not like how the lights were on now.
He definitely has slept with more people than me, been with girls that belonged to dynasties and walked for the biggest designer brands on the planet. The thought of that should've scared me, but it didn't.
Because even with all the scars that littered my skin, all the imperfections of my body, and all the things I knew only I could see as wrong, I was still so sure of myself. I'd faced enough judgment from others; I didn't want to be another.
"Fucking beautiful," he whispered as his eyes raked over the cuts on my arms, the faded scars on my breasts, and the stitches on my stomach. Kai looked back up at me with a breath. "You're perfect."
He kissed my collarbones first, licking the expanse of skin before trailing down to my breasts and nipping at the skin. I pulled my legs up and raked my fingers through his hair at the pleasure blooming inside me. A few seconds later, his mouth was around me, and his fingers sunk into my wetness again.
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Romance"What do you want?" he whispered. I knew I should've stopped then. A part of me wanted him so bad, which was why I knew I shouldn't let myself have him. The rational side of me was begging for me to stop. "You," I whispered. It was too bad my desire...
