Look Me In The Eyes [BxB]

Chapter Thirteen

Cain's soft lips pressed against mines. Lightly, at first. The faint contact shocked me and my own mouth was tight against his. As his mouth began to slowly move around mines, I found myself relaxing into his touch. I opened my own lip slight and Cain took that as a yes. He deepened our kiss, fully entangling his mouth and mines. The arms that had been restraining me moved to my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps where Cain touched me. The pleasant heat grew hotter and I was having a hard time catching my breathe. My mind was a hot, incomprehensible mess. As Cain expertly worked his mouth against mines, I found the butterflies returning to my stomach. A subtle euphoria spread from Cain's contact. Against my own will, I lightly moaned against Cain's mouth. The sound sent him overboard. Cain attacked my mouth, capturing my bottom lip between his. He sucked gently before releasing the bruised flesh. Cain broke contact, moving to neck. His tongue lightly traced the flesh below my ear and I nearly whimpered from pleasure. I felt his teeth lightly scrape over my neck. The pain should have turned me away but I found myself baring my neck to him, yearning for more.

Cain pulled away suddenly, and I longed for his touched. I had my eyes closed in ecstasy and as I looked up, Cain's heated gaze held mines. His eyes had turned to their dark color. His features were set in a stern gaze so intense, I felt a need to sink more into the bed. Cain's chest rose and fell heavily and I became aware of his leg wedged between my own, pressing against my growing erection. His hands were still against my thighs.

Neither of us spoke. The ragged heaving of our breathe and the pounding of my heart were the only sounds. I didn't move. I didn't think. Cain moved his arm, placing one hand on my cheek. He lightly kissed me again, as if I would break were he to be any more passionate

"His hand is insanely hot"

"I'm sorry" He said, strained.

Part of me wanted to tell him that it was okay. Even after all that he'd done, I wanted him to feel okay. But as he raised himself off of me, I remained silent. As he shut my door and descended the stairs, I lay in my bed still. The sound of the front door shutting was the last thing I remember as I floated off into the abyss.