lovely |k.k|

XXI

It was a release of tension. With a quick burst of a bubble, everything unraveled. Even the prettiest, most chaotic words couldn't describe how a kiss from Khatchadourian felt. He just had me, all in a matter of moments. And he knew it.

Kevin leaned into the kiss, pushing me back into the bed as he adjusted his position, straddling my waist like it was second nature. The usual fuzziness of the kiss now sharpened my sentences, my reactions faster and more aggressive than intended as I grabbed his shirt. Tugging at it. Pulling.

With a sharp gasp between us, he broke the kiss, and in seconds he was trailing kisses up and down my neck. My arms looped over his shoulders, fingers raveling themselves into his hair, tugging on dark brown locks as if they were playthings of my own. I felt him pause near my collarbone, before sucking down on the skin and biting.

I couldn't help but yelp, my waist twisting up and pressing against his. I could already visualize the cocky smirk on his face before I saw it. Kevin pulled back, his darkened eyes meeting mine for moments before I pulled him back, his lips crashing into mine again. I parted my lips, allowing him to explore for a couple of seconds before I got ahold of the bottom of his, and bit down, hard.

Kevin groaned softly, and I suckled on it to lessen the blow, allowing him to pull back. His lips were a deep maroon, almost tinted purple, and his eyes. God, those eyes.

He leaned in closer, yet tilted his head to the side as he spoke in a deadly murmur,

"I'm going to make you regret that, sweetheart." He bit the top of my ear, making me take a sharp breath before he let go and kissed me again. This time, he didn't wait for me to part my lips as shyly as I had before, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I clashed back, trying to demand the same submission from him as I pulled back slightly, before bringing him against me once more.

Kevin's hands, previously on my hips, now traveled under my shirt, clasping me by my waist. I tensed softly as he brushed his thumb over my ribs, pulling away from the heated kiss for another bout of air as I shuddered softly, eyes shut as I tightened my hold on him.

I heard his labored breaths, realizing he had paused, and opened my eyes. He was gazing down at me with an equally unrecognizable look on his face. It made my cheeks tint pink, and I bit my lip softly, not helping the insecurity that washed over me as I spoke,

"What... am I doing something wrong?" I asked softly, and his eyes seemed to register what I said, almost surprised that I'd ask that. He shook his head, leaning down and pecking my lips,

"No, Dove, you're perfect." I blinked, trying to understand what made him stop, "If we continue this, I'm not going to be able to control myself." I could feel my breath catch, a mix of shock and interest hitting me. I looked at him, tilting my head to the side,

"And where's the problem with that?" I raised my brow, feigning a confident tease, and Kevin closed his eyes, chuckling darkly.

"The problem, Cooper, is that your door is open, you have an aunt waiting on us for dinner, and I just found out that you're not very... quiet." I felt my face get hotter, and he opened his eyes, seeing it and a laugh leaving him. I couldn't help but pout, pulling my hands from his hair and hitting his chest softly,

"You're not as silent as other guys either," I began, and he raised a brow, his voice low, yet filled with humor,

"Other guys?" I opened my mouth to dispute it, but paused, glancing between us for a second as I tried to feign some confidence, despite being practically pinned against a bed,

"There have been others..." I bit the inside of my cheek and looked away as I trailed, and Kevin smiled once more, pressing closer against me as his body relaxed. This time, I felt him against my waist, and I had to keep from reacting, despite the flush I could feel return to my face,