We pulled up to a large two story home, guarded with automatic gates. "This is my house, want a short tour? " He said turning off the car. "It doesn't really matter" I said getting out the car. I reached inside his home and stood in awe. It was finely decorated with modern furniture. "Your house cost more than my life" I stared at a hanging chandelier in the living room. A soft chuckle left his mouth, "A life has no price tag" he said trailing into a room. I followed him inside the room with widened eyes. Weapons of all types were orderly aligned across the room. "I have this room too" I said admiring his shelves. "Yeah, we all need one i guess" he said picking up a knife. "I don't know why you insisted to come if you gonna end up being killed" he said shaking his head. "I've died multiple times in my life. I think one more time won't hurt" I said with a condescending smile.
He turned around with a distraught facial expression. Lifting an eyebrow he blankly absorbed my face. "What Is that supposed to mean?" he questioned. I was interrupted by the loud waterfall in the background. The rain pounded on the windows of his house while the wind blew fiercely. I cleared my throat, rubbing my lips together. "A lot of things happened in the past" i said looking down. "What happened?" he said fully faced towards me. " I am my worst enemy and i'm still fighting her" I said biting my lip. An awkward silence filled the room. I could tell he was at a lost for words. "Why fight with yourself when there's nothing to fight against" he broke the silence before i could. "You wouldn't understand" i replied. "Well I'm willing too" he said with hungry eyes. "I slit my throat when I was about 13. I still don't understand why I'm here" I said scratching the back of my neck. "Those same demons told me too" he said relating with me. "At times it almost feels like you're a puppet controlled by something. Not everybody understands do they?" he said wiping down the knife. "No" I said looking down.
The room was cold and empty, our souls played with each other as we found common grounds. I never thought to relate to him as much as I do, but we both carry bodies. "When I was 15 I shot myself in the chest. I thought I might be rewarded with something at my death. Now I have a pacemaker" he smiled. "Life Isn't what I expected It to be and I certainly don't want it either but I'm thankful for it" I added. "I could even say I'm thankful for you. Everything in life is a blessing and comes in beautiful forms" he said staring at me. "True" I said agreeing with him. Tension built between us as we exchanged interesting remarks with our eyes. Our glares grew even more sensual the longer we gazed. He stood up getting closer to me. I was now in his trap ready to be feasted on. Everything around me seem to blur with him being the only focus. Cravings.
I bit my lip, uncertain for the future. I was cornered in an empty wall, i had stood by. His eyes brightened admiring my features. Licking his lips he took his prayers only to dig in. I could see his head slightly start to lean in. In this very moment I felt the uttermost dosage of vulnerability. My innocence crawled on my skin and settled in my cheeks. We were now centimeters apart from having our lips touch. He paused acutely smirking releasing a breath. Finally, we had touched, brushing our lips against each other's. It had created a tingling sensation that I had never felt before. The famous fireworks lit up the room from our kiss. He's the one. I've kissed multiple times but I could tell this was one to never forget. He began to softly stroke my lips with his. I could sense his hands were ready to cup my face. His hands cupped my cheeks intensifying the kiss. Things grew more passionate as I reached my arms around his neck.
His lips crashed into mine, forced to accept its poison. Passion spilled from within me. Our lips battled each other while our hands trailed our bodies. Something about him made me crave his touch. I wanted more. I want you. He was as contagious as it could ever get. He picked me up, and my hands automatically wrapped around his waist. Our lips push and pulled with an occasional bite of one's lower lip. His large hand squeezed my ass unexpectedly. I looked up at him seductively, challenging his move.
Won't you do me dirty, I wanna do you high key
He carried me to a nearby room ordinarily arranged with a basic white comforter. Gently laying me down, he lifted up his shirt. I gazed at his defined features. His pecs were nicely developed and his abs caused me to gaze at them even more. I turned him over pecking his upper half until I reached his pants. I dragged his pants down throwing them on the floor. I could see his bulge through his briefs. I gulped at how large it was. Suddenly, he pulled my shirt forcing me to hover directly on top of him. A sexy glare was given indicating what was to come.
Regret built within me immediately. My senses were coming back. The trance that i was stuck in was washing away. I shaked my head getting off of him. I scooched over to the edge of the bed massaging my temples. I could feel Kai's body warmth creep behind me. His hands comforted my shoulders, "You okay?" he asked concerned. "I can't do this. It's just not sitting right with me" i said covering my eyes. "You don't have to, I'm sorry" he said apologizing. "It's fine" i said dryly. "We can do something you'd like if you want?" he suggested. "Like what?" I said turning around to face him. "Cake and a movie?" he said with a smile. I nodded with a smile. It's hard to find pleasure in raw moments like this.
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Kai
ChickLitBook 2 of the Karhé series My thoughts comfort me more than an actual soul.... This is a preview into Karhé's new life (SECOND LIFE) as a completely different person. She embarks challenges and overcome them hopefully running into that familiar fac...