Kiss Me If I'm Wrong

Kiss Me If I'm Wrong

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 16, 2017
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"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs exist right?" He asks innocently, with a lopsided grin. I smirk mischievously and try to play along. "Yeah! You know, yesterday I was sitting on my kitchen counter eating breakfast and I saw a T-Rex through the window." I bite my lip, trying very hard not to smile. He glares at me, shoving me against the wall. "Tease," He mutters under his breath. Suddenly, there's nothing playful about him. I gulp, trying to move past him, but his eyes hold me down without his hands having to. "I bet you like being pinned against the wall like a butterfly and feeling my hot breath on your lips." He whispers lowly, pulling his lip between his teeth slowly, knowing the effect it has on me. I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. My heart was beating at the speed of light and I didn't like the effect this boy had on me. I have to keep it together! I can't risk falling in love, not again. I wasn't ready to heal my broken heart.
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I know he's followed me when the door shuts and locks behind me. His breath is on my ear before I can even think about anything and I relax against him as his teeth nip at the lobe. He reaches around me to start the shower and starts undoing my belt without even looking at what he's doing. He's leaving hickeys up my neck and almost rips my shirt in an effort to get it off me. I spin around once it's off and smirk at the lust in his eyes. I push him back against the door and press close enough to him to feel everything, every breath and every rumble of his chest as he hums in approval. "Are you going to keep teasing me, mi vida?" (my life) I shiver at his tone and lean forward, close enough for our lips to brush. "This is not teasing, love." My hand drifts up his torso to wrap around his neck and I turn his head to return the favour, leaving red hickeys and bite marks as he grinds against me. The room starts to steam up as the water reaches the right temperature and I tug his shirt off and yank my belt off along with my jeans and boxers. I back up into the shower and his eyes trail me heatedly, I can almost feel his look on me and I savour the feeling as I step under the water and slick my hair back. He removes the last of his clothes and drifts over to me, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. He reaches for me and slams his lips down on mine viciously, his teeth nipping and pulling while his tongue soothes the pain. He pulls my hair back to release himself from the kiss and starts kissing down the column of my neck to my collarbone where he leaves another mark. His grip is tight enough to leave bruises and I relish in the pleasure pain he gives me as he completely numbs my senses to everything but him.

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