Bad versus Bad

Chapter Nineteen

Kai's P.O.V.

Once we get back to Havyn's house, we are both are soaking wet and freezing. Havyn's teeth are pure chattering, but she doesn't seem to care because she is laughing for no apparent reason, which makes me laugh. We fumble around in the dark, neither caring enough to flip a switch to give us enough light to make our way back up to her bedroom without tripping. As soon as we step into her room, she does flip the switch of a desk lamp, cascading enough light to see to move around.

Havyn snatches her shirt over her head that soaked up the water that was clung to her skin earlier, throwing it into a hamper by the door. When she starts shimming out of her shorts, I know that I should turn around, but I can't for some reason. I am completely and utterly consumed by her every move. The way her tan skin that has clearly been kissed by the sun glows in the faint light captivates me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I feel myself moving towards her without even realizing it. I pull her hair to the side, pressing my body to her back, kissing her neck gently. 

When she turns around to face me, the light is dancing in her eyes. I place both of my hands onto her waists, slowly backing her towards the bed. Something about the way she is biting down onto her bottom lip helps to assure me that she wants me just as bad as I want her. I need her. She needs me. We need each other. Without her, I feel like I am missing an entire half of my being. Two months and a half ago, I saw myself going no where and then we crossed paths for the first time after all of those years. I still remember walking in Mrs. Fisher's class on the first day back to school and catching her eyes. I knew by the way she held down my gaze that she was going to somehow weasel herself into my life and change it completely. My world is now flipped upside down because of one single. That same one single girl is the Havyn. I think it always will be.

She falls back onto the bed, bringing me with her. I let both of my hands fall on each side of her head, wanting to keep my weight from crushing her underneath me. When she wraps her legs around me and pulls my body down onto hers, I let myself mold to her body. The soft kiss she plants on my chest stirs something inside of me. As gently as possible, I press my lips onto her hers, drinking her in. I slide my hand up her thigh, letting my fingertips stop to spin in circles right above her hip bone. Her fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head slowly, almost as if she is wanting to slow down the time we are sharing together. 

"You're beautiful," I whisper into her ear, meaning each word. 

Havyn Grace Holloway is the most beautiful girl that I have ever laid my eyes on, and I honestly don't think there will be anyone who is ever as gorgeous. She is the calm before the storm. The most magnificent part. She is lightening that strikes in the distance, radiating the sky with all of its glory. She is the low rumble of the thunder that shakes the ground underneath your feet. She is the gray clouds that roll in from the distance, but she is also the sun that is still peaking through those clouds, casting beams of light more breathtaking than anyone could ever imagine. 

I let my lips travel across from the her lips to her feet, worshiping every inch of skin like its my holy grail. Every kiss I plant onto her has meaning. This one here on her stomach means that I think she is alluring. This one on her collarbone means that she is the reason I wake up every morning and push through this crazy thing called life. The one on her lips means that she is all mine. I let my lips linger on her lips, savoring the softness and passion. 

She wraps her into my hair, twisting and pulling at strands. A deep groan escapes the back of my throat. Her body wills mine to go underneath hers. I am submissive to her. Her long hair falls over us, acting as a curtain. For what seems like hours but is only probably less then ten seconds, she stares into my eyes, almost as if she is searching for something in the depth of my soul. The gaze is warming. Like a rush, her lips smash into mine with force. She opens her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue the access. Our mouths dance around with each other in perfect harmony. 

My right index finger traces up her spine slowly, stopping at the hooks of her bra. I would never really wait for the permission, but with her I feel like I need to. I know I don't want to do anything to screw anything up between the two us. She means too much. Havyn deepens the kiss, giving me the permission I needed. With ease I unhook the latch. She pulls back to let it slip down her arms, slinging it far across the room. A smirk appears on her lips as she looks down onto me. I press my hand to the small of her back, flipping her back onto the bed. I let my body press against hers, new parts of our skin coming together. After some more kisses and hair pulling, we are both tangled in skin. 

"Don't stop," Havyn whispers, breathing softly but heavily. 

So I don't. I don't stop until we are both together as one. When her sharp nails dig into my back, I hiss through my teeth. The dagger like claws slide up my back as I move us together like a wave, back and forth. The room is hot and steamy now. Sweat beads crystal the tops of our heads, marking us in their own way. The only sound in the room that is audible is our heavy breathing filling the void. Reaching our point of climax, I roll over beside her, immediately missing her touch. I pull her body into mine, our breathing slowing back to normal. 

"Kai," Havyn says, softly. 

"Hm?" I mumble. 

"I mean everything I have said since we have known each other," she replies, her voice sounding a little strained. I pull her closer to me, silently telling her I am here. "And I mean everything. I need you more than anyone else, Kai. I am falling for you and I am going to need you to catch me, and to hold onto me. I am a fucked up person. If you want me, then you are going to have to accept all of the baggage that comes along with me. I just need to know that you aren't going to go running for the hills when you find out just how screwed up I am."

"I am not going anywhere," I say, sternly. "You are stuck with me, Holloway."

"I am glad that I am stuck with you, Prince."

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