Why I Hate Hunter

{18}. What is Wrong with You

Unable to move out of her shocked stance, she felt the pressure of a pair of lips at the crook of her neck.

It was light. Insecure. But it was still there.

The lips left her neck soon after, but she still didn't move. Her eyes, grown the size of a coffee cup, still fixed on the ceiling.

And the lips returned again. Teasing her slowly just above her collarbone, pressing just a little more than last time. And then they moved a little bit higher leaving a small trail of kisses as Mavis' heart raced.

She couldn't even come to terms with what was going on. She couldn't even believe Hunter was kissing her neck this slowly, but his warm breath was fanning her skin and the bed dipped more each time his lips traveled further.

Mavis grabbed a fistful of her dress, unable to do anything else.

She had to push him away. She had to push him away from her. But she had lost control over her limbs and all she had left was an increased sensitivity on her neck and a racing mind that didn't want Hunter to kiss her like this.

First, he stole her first kiss and now he was doing something like this without even asking her if he could. But she couldn't make her arms push him away.

His lips were firmly pressed against her neck this time, as if he himself had come to terms with what was going on, making the kiss so much more real. Mavis' head moved slightly to the side giving him easier access. And Hunter took it.

The next time his lips touched her, his teeth pulled slightly on her skin and he put himself on top of her, one of his hands on the other side of her neck mingled slightly with her hair and the other one was keeping him from crushing her with all his weight.

That kiss steered something deep inside Mavis and she felt a panicky need to push him away. She didn't want the feel or the confusion that was building up inside her and she was afraid everything would get worse as his lips were already close to her chin. She still couldn't make herself push him away, so the only other solution she had was to tell him to stop. She had to tell him off.

But just as she finally brought herself to call out his name, his teeth suck on a particular spot between her chin and her neck, making his name come out as a moan and her eyes give in and close.

But it was over. Just like it had started, he was so swiftly away from her that she had to take a second before realizing he wasn't on top of her anymore.

Caught off guard, Mavis got up from her bed too, her face redder than her hair, her breathing irregular, and her fists grabbing forcefully on her dress.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Hunter yelled at her only after he put a good distance between the two his chest heavy and his face as red as hers.

"What?!" Mavis breathed out, not even wanting her ears to work anymore after hearing that embarrassing moan.

She was sure that moan had called Hunter back to earth and made him go away from her immediately. Just when she had finally given in, he had pushed her away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Mine?! Why didn't you push me away?!"

His hands went over his face in frustration and she couldn't help but notice how pink and swollen his lips were. Lips that had been on her neck just a moment ago.

Hunter saw her staring at his lips, and his eyes were back on her neck as if he couldn't help it. For once, it crossed Mavis' mind that maybe he had lied about counting her freckles just to hide the truth.

"What happened with all your big words huh!" He yelled again, snapping himself out of it. "You tell me you hate me and then this happens!"

"You were the one who kissed me!" Mavis bit back.