Hostile Nature

Chapter 13: comfort

Kian's POV:

Comfort has never been something i've felt or gave. But recently it's all I give. And I am okay with it. I want to keep doing it. Day in and day out. Whenever she may need it, I want to be the one to give it to her. As receiving it, I can say I don't need it as much as she does but just by the lightest touch, she erases all of my troubles, just by the slight brush of her lips against mine makes me want to lock ourselves in my room just so the little things, like the dogs, won't disturb us.

"Kian, You've been writing for hours. Please come here." Kai whines from behind me on my bed.

I don't dare fucking look at her because I'll loose my train of thought, that I had to turn my back on her to gain in the first fucking place.

With each day that passes, I earn her trust more and more. I feel it in the way she touches me. I see it in the way she smiles. And I here in in the way she laughs. She used to stiffen and pull away when I touched her, now she falls deeper into me.
Her attitude towards me and towards other people are completely different. She's still the same with others but not with me. With me, She's herself. And I fucking love That.

Arms that loosely hang around my neck cause me to immediately shut my laptop.

I fight back my smile. "Kai, I really need to finish this paper."

She lowers her head to the crook of my neck and grazes her teeth along my ear lobe, sucking teasingly. Her hands roam my bare chest as I lean my head back to give her more access. I feel her smirk against my neck as she leaves soft kisses from there up my jaw line . Her hand stops right on top of my dick and I let out a groan.

God damn it.

Her lips stop at mine and her eyes meet mine. "You should probably finish that paper." She whispers against my lips with the slighest, sexiest,fucking smirk on her flawless face as she pulls her hand away and turns to walk back to the bed.

But I grab her wrist and pull her to strattle me. "I can finish it later." I crash my lips to hers and her hands immediately go around my neck as mine wrap around her waist.

Her teeth graze my bottom lip as she runs her fingers through my hair. I groan into her mouth.

She fucking knows I love that shit.

I grip the back of her shirt and pull it over her head, revealing the red marks around her boobs and collarbone from last night, or the night before. Hell, probably both. I smile at them and kiss each one.

Her head falls back in pleasure as my lips work up her neck to her hotspot. I run my tongue across it before harshly sucking on her hot skin, her arms fall from my neck to hold on to mine for support. I slowly run my hands all over her body trying to trigger her every sensitive spot. I soon feel goosebumps rise under my fingers.

She pulls her bare chest to mine , giving me better access. I know she could easily turn this around. She could kiss me with that since of determination and cockieness, letting me know she's in charge, That she knows every little, annoying , fucking botton to push just as well as I know hers. But she's letting me have this. And fuck I love seeing what I do to her.

Her hands tangle in my hair,
My hands grip her thies before I trace my finger tips up and down them. Each time , her breath quickens bouncing off my neck. I roll it to ignore the feeling to rip her shorts off and fuck her right now. But i want to play with her more first.

I trace one finger up over her thin cotton shorts, adding more pressure as I get lower.

"Ahh"Her high, rough voice moans into my ear. I groan, trying to collect myself. Im the one touching her and I cant fucking concentrate.