Puppet {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 21

When Kailas pulled me off of the wall, my arms wrapped around his neck and my face pressed against his shoulder to try and hide the angry blush on my cheeks. One of his arms was around my back, the other holding my leg, and I could feel him smiling against my neck. He backed away, me in his arms, and my eyes opened when I heard something metal hit his boot. My heart raced faster when I looked down and saw he'd kicked the knife I'd dropped.

For a terrifying moment I was worried he'd see it, and I started to pull away, but in an instant he had my mind blank again when his teeth bit into my neck. He was doing it on purpose, making me go crazy with pleasure. I was already embarrassed beyond belief for cumming so soon, just from kissing, but he wasn't giving me any breaks.

He carried me across the room and my head lifted just enough to stare at the knife on the ground, completely useless, just like me. I'd been overcome so easily, but it didn't make any sense! I'd been in this situation over a hundred times before, and never once did my target get the upper hand. What was wrong with me? Was I drugged?

A gasp tumbled from my lips when my back hit his mattress, and I scrambled to get up, but I didn't get very far. I was propped up on my hands when I stopped, staring with a wet mouth as Kailas pulled his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor before crawling onto the bed after me. My eyes took in his appearance, the bronze skin and the muscles, following each curve of his stomach up to his chest, where my throat closed up and tears stung my eyes.

The scar there was lighter than the skin around it, noticeable and right in the middle of his chest, nearest to his left breast, close to his heart. When he leaned over me I lifted my hands, feeling over his sides as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the scar. He tensed when I first touched it, but slowly relaxed, one hand lifting and curling to hold the back of my head.

"Demi..."

"It hurt," I whispered breathlessly against his skin, "I saw you fall... and it hurt..."

Kailas' fingers tangled through my hair and tilted my head back so I could look up at him, "It hurt me too, watching them take you away," he said, then kissed me with so much passion I lost myself again.

I helped him pull my shirt off, scarf falling with it, and I was kicking my shoes off when he pushed me farther onto the bed. Four thuds echoed when our shoes hit the ground, and the jingle of his belt had my breath hitching, my head pressing against the mattress and my eyes closing. I always hated that sound, because it meant I was about to get hurt, and even now there was panic, fear, at hearing it.

I tried to calm myself, jumping a little when he started to work off my jeans. I pushed myself back onto my elbows and watched him with wide eyes as he placed a kissed to my stomach and undid the button before pulling the zipper down, his hand stroking my hardness sensually. My lip was captured between my teeth, and I struggled not to make any noises as he started to pull down my jeans.

The outline of my erection was easy to see, the fabric of my tight boxers wet, but Kailas didn't seem to mind at all as he traced it with his fingers, smiling up at me with the warmest expression I'd ever seen as he started palming me, a shudder racing through my body as a whine left my lips, despite how I fought not to make any noise. He laughed softly, lowering himself again and kissing just below my naval.

"You're beautiful," he sighed, his cheek against my stomach, his fingers hooking my boxers and pulling them down my legs, smiling more when he got the full view of my body, "Stunning."

"Shut up," I huffed, falling onto my back and covering my eyes with my arm, "Guys don't call other guys beautiful."

"Hm, what would you prefer?"