Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 11: Broken

I woke up that morning in a blissful ignorance. I'd forgotten all about Embry and the night before. It was just me and Jeff, lying there together, tangled in each others embrace.

"Good morning, beautiful." I heard him chuckle. I nuzzled my face into his chest my arms tightening around him.

"Morning." I smile, feeling his hand trace invisible shapes on the small of my back, which was bare, my shirt having ridden up. I blush as I feel his hand slide further up my back, resting in between my shoulder blades. His fingers hooked around the clasp of my bra and I felt him tug at it a bit.

"J-Jeff.. what are you...?" My eyes widen a bit as he undoes it, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt to pull it off.

"I just want to try something...." He mumbles into my hair. My heart fluttered as he began to pull the shirt off, though my body refused to stop him. My arms rose above my head, letting him pull off my shirt. His eyes don't leave mine as he pulls off my bra by the straps. He bunched both my shirt and my bra up in one hand and tossed them on the floor.

"D-don't..." My arms flew over my chest, my insecurities showing.

"What's wrong...?" His eyes were worried as his hands rested on my ribs. I bit my lip and looked to the side.

"T-they're not exactly... big..." I say, the blood rising to my cheeks. I heard him chuckle and his hand rested gently on the arm covering my chest.

"You're beautiful. Do you understand me...?" He whispered, pecking my forehead. I blushed darker as his hand gripped my arm, bringing it gently to my side. My breaths came out shaky as his lips closed around mine once again, his hand on my waist. I kissed back, my eyes closing. "I love you..."

Jeff's P.O.V

I'd originally wanted to test myself. And to test her. To see how far she'd been willing to let me go. I wouldn't look at her if she didn't want me to but... holding her like this, feeling her bare chest pressed against mine... was enough to drive any man nearly mad.

My hands explored her sides, her skin incredibly soft. I felt her hands feel around my chest and I let out a soft chuckle, flexing for her. The reaction I got was even better than expected. She moaned loudly and pushed me back, crawling over me, one knee on either side of my hips. My arms tightened around her, my tongue poking around her mouth. When she pulled away I was slightly confused. Her mouth curled upward in a devious smirk and she lowered her head, sucking harshly under my ear.

"A-ah A-Aslin the marks.." My breath came out shaky and much more unsteady than I'd intended. She chuckled and her hands slid further down my torso, resting on the leather belt that held my dress pants.

"Good.. I hope everyone sees them." she mumbled against my neck, which sent small vibrations down my spine. Her shaky hands fumbled with my belt and I shuddered. I'd told her last night that I'd let her but an unpleasant feeling of uneasiness washed over me. My hands gripped her hips, her lips moving to my collarbone, getting dangerously close to my sweet spot.

"A-Aslin...." I panted heavily, my back arching. She'd found it. My mouth opened in a loud throaty moan, my fingers digging into her hip bones. I bit down on my bottom lip harshly, my head falling to the side. She was definitely not making this easy on me. I wanted her. I wanted her so unbelievably bad. And she knew it. She could probably tell by my body movements. The way my torso flexed every time she nibbled that spot or her tongue flicked out at it. The way my hands grabbed at her, trying to pull her into me. Or the way my fingers dug into her, as if we were trying to become one person. To share a skin or a heart beat.

A noise was heard from downstairs.

"Aslin? Aslin baby we're home!"

Aslin's head shot right up. I look down at her, recognizing her mothers voice. She looked at me.