"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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We might have sat there forever, half-slumbering and half-awake, feeling like we sank into each other. The night grew darker and darker around us, until Hades got startled up by something and with that me as well. I lifted my heavy head up to the man, whose eyes were still closed but opened slowly to meet mine.
My hands softly brushed over his neck, up to his jaw and to his lips. My index finger traced the outer lining of his mouth, unto the corners. They were so soft- but hard at the same time.
I purposely didn't look up to his eyes, I didn't dare to. They'd probably be filled with darkness and lust, and his gaze would hammer down on me until I was mentally beaten to a pulp. No. I'd rather stare at those delicious lips of his.
My thumb slowly moved over his lower one, pressing down a bit, for him to part his mouth. I wiggled my hips to grind over his bulge some more, as an award for doing what I wanted him to do. He breathed out at my movements. God, he was big.
My mind had no idea what I wanted, but my body seemed to be very knowledgeable about everything. My thumb slid into his mouth and pushed his jaw down. What unfolded before me were perfectly white teeth, with absolutely normal sharpness.
I almost cut my finger open.
A sense of fear crept over me as I slid over his teeth and regarded his canines. I was mesmerized. They had more resemblance to Hades' than mine, being long and sharp enough to pierce into human flesh within a millisecond.
Suddenly, Kye bit down on my finger.
I yelped and jerked back, seeking for solace in his warm body as I trembled. All comfort had disappeared again, as I was reminded of what happened earlier tonight. The memory my brain had already blocked and was trying to erase.
Kye let out a short laugh and hugged me back. "You have issues."
"Then help me," I softly spoke, my voice shaky, targeting at him easing me through his magic fingers, but he interpreted it differently. He took my shoulders and lifted me back a bit to gaze me deeply in the eyes.
"Yeah?"
I blinked, my lips trembling. "Yeah?"
"Do you want me to help you?" he reaffirmed, drawing slow circles over my arms. I was taken up by his deep gaze and warm hands, and completely out of touch with myself.
"Yes, please."
I didn't even know what I was agreeing to anymore. Though somewhere, in my gut, I did, and wanted nothing more than to be helped. To be dragged out of the hellhole I found myself in daily. To be able to look at pictures from dad and not seeing blood, organs, bones.
To go to the zoo, sometime. That'd be fun.
"You promise you'll let me?" he asked again, and I kissed him on the marks I gave him.
