Sinbridge

*Chapter 2 - Seattle Just Got A Whole Lot Nicer*

HURT ME HARDER BY ZOLITA

In the late morning sunlight that streamed through the blinds, as if they weren't really there at all, I woke up. I sat up and after stretching, I glanced around me and realised I wasn't in my room. Before I went into full-blown panic, I looked more to the left of me and saw him. Rhys.

I could see his face bore no sign of teenage acne. Looking closer, I noticed his cheeks were flushed, either from the cold room or something else. Otherwise he was lightly tanned, but I suspect it is natural rather than sun-induced. With that black hair, he looked more like what a fallen angel would look like. The swirls of ink combined with his hair just made him feel more breath-taking. He was the type of striking that would make nuns commit sin if he even breathed the idea to them.

I thought about that for a bit and then reconsidered it. If he even looked at them, they would beg him to let them do whatever he wanted them to do.

Before I can fix myself up his eyes crack open, the once-glazed green eyes caused by alcohol now focused. Hungry.

And they were fixed onto me.

"Good morning beautiful," he greeted, his accented voice husky and heavy with sleep. Delicious. He could give a grizzly bear a run for its money. "I would've thought you would have ran by now."

"Why's that?" I ask, lying back down on my side, facing him. "I can't really imagine most people would want to run away from someone who knows his shit exceptionally well."

"Well, most people tend to get freaked out when you express the desire to ­­­­­tie them to your bedframe."

"Ahh," I said, understanding his point. "Well "most people" are boring. They wouldn't know what fun was even if it walked up to them and hit them in the face."

"Yes, yes they are boring," he agreed, his green eyes lit with humour. "But you're not like most people I noticed."

I grinned and moved to straddle him. "You could say that. Now don't move," I replied cheekily, teasingly trailing kisses down his jaw and throat, causing him to groan. "You're not allowed to move. You had your fun last night and now I'm gonna make you feel how I felt last night." I was gonna draw this out and take my time. I reached his right collarbone and when I nipped it lightly with my teeth he growled. I moved to the other collarbone and his breathing hitched.

"Remember to stay still," I whispered before slowly making my way down his bare chest. I had seen his tattoos last night and how far they went down but this time I got to study in detail. Every line, every swirl of black ink. I was in awe of the steady lines and how each tattoo came together to create this work of art.

"You're not playing fair," he whispered back, nearly convulsing when my fingertips brushed near his hips. When I reached his stomach, I looked up at him coyly. His eyes were shut. I glanced at his hands and I saw that they were clenching the black satin bed sheets.

"You okay there?" I asked him cheekily. "You want me to stop?"

Pretending to stop, I started to move off him when a hand grabbed my wrist. I looked at him and saw his eyes were no longer closed. They were open and now dark. A fire was roaring in his striking green eyes, the beast now unleashed. His eyes bore into mine and held me captive.

In a blink of an eye, he had me pinned underneath him. I was trapped. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered before capturing my lips with his. Using one of his hands, he held my arms above my head while using the other to crush me against him.

"Seattle just got a whole lot nicer," I thought to myself with a grin before I got swept up by him.

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