Tainted Redemption

Chapter twenty-one

Pulling back from sucking his bottom lip while gently biting it, he gasped and we're both panting heavily, his bare chest is resting on mine for a while, then he's pulling away and lays next to me.

Soon his hands round my waist, spooning me instantly as my eyes seal, lips stay parted to breathe in enough air through my lungs and we're resting a little.

We didn't do it again since I'm too sore... However we did other things. Clothes were tugged on, hungry lips and wandering hands on each other. It's a mystery how from all the teasing, my hand down his boxers, his in my panties the other on my chest, touching each other like some hormonal teenagers that just discovered each other's bodies and sēxual things, we've managed to be only half naked. One of my bra straps had been tugged away, the bra barely holding my c cup size breaşts since they're spilling, no panties so I sort of look like a pin-up girl. He's just in a pair of boxer briefs that are ruined with come... So we were a mess. But I quite liked smelling like him.

His lips trace feather light kisses over my cheek, "We need another shower." he husked knowingly, chuckling lightly which has me smile shyly, feeling my cheeks blaze then my head turns to the side hiding on the pillow but his hand moved my chin back to him as I strain my neck a little to gaze at him. "Never hide from me." he mumbles lazily, bright honey eyes on me before nuzzling on my neck and kissing under my jaw. "You're too beautiful to hide...especially when your cheeks get all rosy on me." he whispered and bit down my neck having me jump a bit at the sudden impact, a gentle laugh emitted from him. His words as ever so charming, having me blush.

Turning my body around to the side so I can face him, his hand cradles my cheek and we just stare until I get too shy again.

When his fingers trace over the swell of my left breaşt, a shiver went through my body. He's tracing on the love bites he just marked me with, rubbing his pointer and middle finger on them, when he's getting closer to the peak and the bra is slipping down, I stop him by putting his hand flat on it.

"These marks on you are such a fuckıng turn on, babe... I couldn't help it." he murmures apologetically.

I hum, I didn't mind them.

"I like them as well, as long as they remain on hidden places." I utter back. He smiles and his hand moves down to my stomach where he has left some more hickeys, then down to where my v-lines would be if I was thinner, he has dotted my skin every where with small marks, stomach, hipbones, on my inner thighs.

"Liv." he says softly, so I look back at him again.

His hair is ruffled, eyelids heavy from physical exhaustion of what took place and he looks very cozy like this.

"What are you thinking about, love?" he questions as his other hand slided through my hair continually, his gaze roaming my face, from my eyes to my lips, chin, cheeks and everything in between.

"I'm trying to remember when I first sensed you developing feelings for me." I mumble in response.

I've never really seen the change until it was there but it's sort of in my mind right now since I'm intrigued.

"That's easy to answer. When you fell from the stairs, though I think I always had a certain pull for you but didn't like it. It was there, the feelings, in the kisses we had but I brushed them off." he explained solemnly, gaze suddenly distant like he remembers that haunting day, "I know it seems heartless only after I almost lost you to admit having feelings but it was a major turning point for me." he admits, tracing his hand lovingly over my cheek.

"That early on?" I whisper, my eyes glaze at this. He hummed then droped the bomb, "I loved you then." he confessed.

I'm speechless.