"You are mine" -Tom Holland

Chapter 12

"A horny man is seen. A horny woman is heard."

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Bad Bitch - Bebe Rexha

In the back of the van Tom doesn't say a word. This suit looks so good on him that I've been thinking about it all night. His phone rings so he answers. I don't pay attention to his conversation, I put my hand on his thigh as if nothing is happening while I'm on my cell phone. My hand rises slowly, I can hear Tom swallowing and clearing his throat at that moment. A smirk on my face, I continue my lift until it is on the edge. At the same time the car stops so that we can get out. We rush into the building, one hand on my back while his second hand holds the phone in his ear. With surprise Chloe is still behind her desk, she looks at us with a surprised look after having detailed me from head to toe. The tension in the elevator can be felt while Tom is having fun lifting my dress up with a few fingers. Still on the phone I see him take off his jacket and pull up a few buttons of his shirt and go into the hallway. I follow him with my eyes and see him turn and enter a room that I don't know. I go to his bedroom to take off this dress and put on one of his shirts. With the dress on the floor I go to the bathroom to remove my makeup. I, who is usually insecure without make-up, don't ask myself any questions and take it off. I look at my reflection in front of me and pull a bun. Then I open a closet to find his fragrance. I bring the bottle to my nose and smell it. With a cup of tea in my hand, I sit on the kitchen counter waiting for Tom for more than half an hour. I decide to go to the room where he disappeared a few minutes earlier. I enter the door to find Tom in front of a punshing bag, boxing gloves in his hands, he has changed in the process. His hair is slightly wet and his body is shiny. I cross my arms and lean against the door frame. I stay like this, looking at him, for a long time before I can no longer hold back. While he takes his bottle, I approach him and put one hand on his shoulder. He automatically relaxes and takes my hand to face me. His eyes scan me before smiling when he sees his shirt. He takes me in his arms and whispers to me.

-You are gorgeous.

To answer, I take his cheeks between my palms and kiss his lips. He answers it by deepening it. I smile against his lips before I pull out.

-I'm going to go take a shower.

I get up and go to the door and turn around, Tom is still sitting and looking at me.

-And you are coming.

He suddenly gets up to join me.

You can imagine that the temperature is rising fast. The shirt is already on the ground while we are not even in the bathroom yet. Tom's shirt ends up on the ground while he takes me in the shower. My back hits the cold shower wall. Shivers run through my body as he takes off my underwear and does the same with his own. The hot shower stream hits my skull while Tom grabs me by the waist to stick me to the glass wall. His lips move from my lips to my neck. I swing my head backwards while his lips run through my body.

- God, you are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.

I moan in respond. He kisses me again, his occasional gasps for air hot against my skin, and I taste him, his mouth, his neck, the hard line of his jaw and he fights back a groan, pulls away, pain and pleasure twinning together as he moves deeper, harder, his muscles taught, his body rock solid against mine. He has one hand around the back of my neck, the other around the back of my thigh and he wraps us together, impossibly closer, overwhelming me with an extraordinary pleasure that feels like nothing I've ever known. It's nameless. Unknowable, impossible to plan for. It's different every time. He brought his lips to my ear.

-I could be gentle with you, or ...

I shudder as I close my eyes. Every inch of my body go taut as his words echo through me.

-I could have you moaning my name all night.

And that night I am completely his. He makes me discover new sensations and the more I look at him, the more I think I'm falling for this man who is not good.

Beautiful face, beautiful body, horrible job. It was the holy trinity of hot boys or dangerous one...