Love Me Bitterly Loath Me Sweetly

Chapter 37 *Conflicts & Desires* part 2

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Ichigo

Later that night, she reappeared in a pink kimono, her wet hair loosening around her face. I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. I was lucky that the apartment was dark, I recovered quickly.

She walked into the kitchen and lit the lights. "We should talk over dinner." She swirled her head toward me to look at me, and I could only nod.

She turned back to do some dishes, but not before she tied up her hair in a loose bun. The red mark behind her neck caught my attention. Unexpectedly, a flame of anger seemed to ignite within me. I should have never let those bastards go.

"Inoue." I appeared behind her shoulder, breathed on her hair; it smelt of strawberries and something pure. A hand grabbed her hand; it was soft on my rough one.

She jerked, but relaxed into my arms.

"If those bastards had done something to you... God knows what I'd do to them." I loosened the rope around her waist and kimono, then licked the red mark above her shoulder, then stared at it. I did not understand why that bothered me so much, so I kissed it just to understand. I loved the texture of her skin as much as I loved coffee. "You're killing me, Inoue." Just the taste of her skin sends me into a frantic state. I bit at that spot hard, then sucked, which made her tremble.

"kuro_"

Her voice made me wild. I continued until I knew there would only be my mark on her. I didn't know what had struck me that I leaned in her ear and whispered, "you're the type of woman who would never let a man touch her unless she adored him." I reviled the skin of her shoulder and sank down to kiss it. Despite the odds here, I was doing the same thing to her that I did on graduation day, and I didn't think I would be able to stop. I slide my hand under her kimono, my palm sliding against the silk and lace of her underwear.

Her breathing became fast and she grabbed onto my left arm for proper support. "I_isn't that how it's supposed to be?" She breathed.

My fingers disappeared inside her panties, as I hissed into her mouth. She was already wet and ready and aching. A finger touched her clit. "But the truth is I've never put any conscious effort into making any woman love me." I grasped at the realisation. She was letting me touch her.

Her legs were trembling. She shivered.

A finger invaded her, thrusting hard and fast. "You're so tight, Inoue." She whimpered and I curled a fingers I knew she was closer. "Do you still love me, Inoue?" I hoped and hoped that she did.

Her breath came in short gasps. "Kurosaki-kun, p__please wai__"

Then the bell rang, and I looked toward the door for a few seconds, then heard a hard and urgent bashing, as if it was a matter of life and death.

I swirled my head, suddenly realised what the hell I was doing, and jumped away from her, as if I'd been burned. She turned around and stared at me beet red. Her gaze was drawn to my wet hand, which I pushed into my pocket. The essence of it was evidence enough for both of us. I gulped. No amount of hiding my hand would now change the fact that my hand was inside her underwear, giving her pleasure. My arousal was evident when she glanced at the bulge in my pants as I shamelessly fixed my pants more comfortably. She turned crimson, but she didn't say anything and went for the door before tightening the rope around her kimono.