Saving The Devil

8. Kiss Me

"Hey babe, what time is it?" I tried to pry my sleepy eyes open, but they felt like lead. I couldn't understand exactly what was happening but it felt like I was being carried. I finally decided to stop trying to figure this out because with every attempt, my head was splitting further in 2.

My throat was desert dry and pounding and it was slightly hard to breathe, nevertheless the faintest scent found it's way into my understanding.

"Did you get a new cologne?" I gasped for air and a hand rubbed my throat, temporarily reliving the pain. "And bigger hands too?! I think I like this new you Shak!"

A soft chuckle echoed through my apartment and the softness of my bed welcomed me with open arms.

"Please stay!" I called out but it was no more than a whisper to my ears. Just then Shak slipped onto the bed and I pressed my face into his chest.

There was something so warm and different this time. He was gentle and... and I just couldn't get over that scent! It was freaking amazing. "Hmmm!" I sighed aloud, snuggling up to him some more.

It wasn't easy but the feeling of my fingers finding the tail of his shirt was worth the ache. Slowly, I slid my hands between our moulded frames but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. At the feeling of restrain, I used all my remaining strength and sought his lips and oh. Oh how it was worth it. I mentally smiled!

But he didn't return it. Did it hurt him to move too?

"Kiss me!" I breathe out.

Then it happened. He claimed my lips like never before! His tongue fought for dominance and his hand circled the back of my neck thus ensuring I had no escape. My fingers once again reached under his clothes and found success as they glided over perfectly chiseled abs and mountains for pectorals.

His skin was smooth and I just couldn't help myself, I had to explore. Shakeel had never held me this way before. Never showed this gentle strength, and I had to say, whatever prompted this onslaught needed to be in our lives. Forever!

When we broke for air, I heard soft curses but couldn't understand, almost as if he spoke a different language.

Yes Dee, the language of love!

He stood from the bed, his back towards me, chuckling and shaking his head. He used his hand to ruffle his hair then slid them down, over his face.

"Shak...come back to bed?" I patted the space beside me as a yawn escaped my mouth.

He reached down and started to fumble at his pants.

"Not for that Shak!" he didn't reply but instead he pulled something from his pocket.

Was that a condom? He wouldn't.
Oh just do it once and for all!

Before I could think, I felt the bed move under his weight.

Before I could tell him no, a cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose and I fell into the sweet arms of darkness.