I felt the butterflies rummaging in my stomach. His breathing was heavy and the air that escaped his lips caressed mine. I, on the other hand, was unconsciously gritting my lower lip with my teeth—gosh, he smells of fine wine and eucalyptus.
"Did he touch you?" Why are their questions both about touching me?
“What? Of course not,” I answered promptly. I fucking sound so defensive.
His voice was deep and his eyes examined mine carefully. His grip on both my hands tightened sending currents throughout my body. I felt the bit of pain but it felt exciting-- fucking different.
"We’re not even lovers." My voice came out ragged, my breath was turning heavier and heavier as his other hand laid on my neck, his fingers sliding from my delicate skin into the back of my head.
"W-what are you doing?"
I gulped, he suddenly tugged into my hair making me groan.
"Do you like it?"
His voice is sexy and flirty, never leaving his darkened gaze on my grey eyes. My body felt so hot as he continuously breathes on me. My lips slowly parted and my face felt as if it was being burned.
"Tell me."
He whispered at me again, closing his face more onto me until his lip brushes with mine.
"Yes."
I uttered as soft as the warm air that escapes my lips. I've never felt this way before, and it is only him that makes me feel this-- and I fucking want him.
He bit my lower lip and suck on it with his sexy mouth, making me melt like ice cream in the middle of summer. His hand was still pinning my arms above me while the other still tugging gently at my hair, making my neck accessible for his mouth to try and savor. His lips then slowly move down my jaw, towards my neck and he does it-- so freaking slow like exquisite torture, making me moan. I feel the pressure of his hands gripping more, making my eyes close out of pleasure, giving him more of my neck--feeling his body, hot and much closer to mine.
From my hair, his other hand laid just below my breast, cupping the side. Shit.
My legs felt as if it's turning to jellies and he continued, kissing my neck and cupping me like hell and I love it.
His lips were then replaced by his hot tongue, my moan turned louder when his tongue went from gentle to aggressive, claiming my neck as if I was his. His hand slid from the side of my breast down to my waist, continuously, repetitively, I groaned out of the intoxication. He then sucked harshly on the skin of my clavicle and it felt so freaking good, my back arched on him, leaning on, with my breast touching his chest.
He then let go of me, and I leaned on the wall, feeling weak, and hot, and turned on.
His breaths were also heavy; his lips were parted like mine. I bit my lip and his blue gaze turned darker. He looked so hungry and wild, his black hair was unruly, he is so sexy, and bad-- really, really bad.
*****
He pushed me on the bed, I moaned as his lips fervently clashes with mine. He lifted up my shirt, without breaking our kiss, making my skin and my upper breast visible from my red bra. His tongue was claiming my mouth, biting my lip, sucking my tongue to his--I gripped some of his hair, as his tongue slid to my neck. He then moved to unhook the front of my bra exposing my swollen breast to him. I felt his hand move to grope them, putting my nipple between his middle and forefinger, pulling lightly-- the other, sliding his finger at my navel. His nails lightly grazed my skin as it travelled from my navel down. His finger started pulling the band of my jeans making me gasp. His touch is so mesmerizing, fuck.
"Oh, god."
I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming in indulgence. I clenched on the sides of the sheets as my mouth opened in an O as he sucked on my breast. His tongue played with my hard nipples, sucking and licking one on each turn.
My eyes fluttered open when I heard a loud ring beside the bed. I was dreaming! Dreaming about Adam! My breath was heavy and I felt my heart rummaging wildly on my sternum.
I can't believe I dreamt about him and more, about that! I shook my head as it replayed the dream I had, feeling so ashamed at myself since I loved it.
"That was so nice to watch."
My throat went dry when Adam's deep voice startled me from the door.
Oh. shit. oh. my.
His hair was still wet from the shower, his lustrous eyes looking at me, making my libido increase. Only a towel is present to cover his lower part, revealing the upper hot sculpted body of his. I can see some waters dripping on his muscles slowly from the waters of his hair-- I sucked my lips inward and evaded the beautiful man leaning on the door frame.
I can't stare at him especially when I dreamt about him.
My heart rushed when he took his step towards the bed where I am in. I remembered last night-- after what happened yesterday, he broke off our tension by telling me to give him a coffee for the last fucking time. Nothing happened after what he did to me, I just went straight to bed after his coffee since he never talked to me again.
I held a blanket to my body even though I am fully dressed, well aware of how I can react if he ever tries to touch me again.
He sat down, and god, he smells so good, I am doing my best to keep looking away so that I won't drown down to his charisma.
"You have work today, right?"
Why does his voice sound so freakin' sexy even though he just asks simple things?
I nodded, still not looking at him.
I felt his finger trace the ends of my ear and my breathing hitched immediately.
"Look at me,” he uttered.
Without question, my eyes laid on his magnificent blue. I feel so bare and I feel like my body was once again set on fire.
"Tell me what you want."
I swallow.
I can't help looking at his toned chest, the water still dripped from his wet hair and I wanted to touch him so bad. I noticed that his hair was looking odd, it wasn't black anymore, it was silver-grey! He even looked hotter, it compliments his blue eyes very well too.
"Y-your hair."
His brows furrowed and a faint smile formed on his lips.
"You want my hair?"
"N-no, I mean, it changed."
Is he pouting his lips? He is so adorable! I want to bite it. I realized what I just thought about and I wanted to slap myself for it.
"Don't you like it?" He asked pouting.
Why is he asking me that?
"I love it." Everything looks good on you, even if he goes bald, I think he'll still look great.
"Good." He beamed at me while he gets some strands to his fingers and looking at it too. Like a little kid.
"Did you dye it?"
"Uhm, no. This is the real color."
My mouth dropped, what? That's so cool.
Well, he's a demon, a supernatural, so--- is it really supposed to be weird?
He gripped the ends of my blanket and threw it on the ground, leaving my arms crossed at my chest as if I was naked. What the hell am I doing?
"Stand up."
His voice was more of a command. My body, without my own consent, slowly gets off the duvet. He held my wrist and pulled me to stand before him. My eyes looked at him as he sat on my bed, gripping my arm like he never wanted to let me go. I feel so damn, excited, eager, even though I don't know what this is about.
"Put your hands on my shoulder." I suddenly remember the song by Paul Anka making me snort. He looked amused and just stared at me, leaving me flustered. I then willingly obeyed what he asked me and laid my palm on both his bare shoulders which were still cold from the shower.
"Good girl."
Fuck. He turns me on.
"Don't let go,” he smiled.
He held on to my waist and looked at me, his naughty blue eyes staring at me and his lips wearing a sexy darn smile. He will bring me to hell for this.
"Do you know what I felt when I watched you moan in your sleep?"
Oh fuck, the dream.
"H-how long have you been standing at the door?"
He smiles, his gaze darkening, "The whole time."
His hands started to rub the sides of my waist. I leaned my head back, trying to suppress my loud breath, gripping on his shoulder, tighter, so I wouldn't let go.
How can he have this so much effect on me?
"Do you want more?"
I gulped, "Yes..."
My words came out raspy, filled with air. He buried his face on the area of my navel and I felt self-conscious, backing out a bit.
"I haven't showered..."
I sucked my lower lip in, feeling embarrassed.
He didn't mind what I said and reeled me closer, he used his teeth to lift up my shirt, making his lower lip brush on the skin of my navel.
'Oh."
I moaned.
His hands went inside my shirt; he slowly tracked my curves from the inside until he reached my breasts.
My nails dig into his shoulder as he strokes it with his thumb. He scoops the bra with his thumb, feeling my nipples under his finger.
"Oh, please."
I cried softly.
"Please what?"
He continued playing with me but I don't know what to say, I don't even know what I want.
"I want to fuck you,” he suddenly whispered.
Oh my. That sounds intense.
The area between my legs felt tight all of sudden, making me jolt.
"Okay,” I squeaked.
It's really happening!
My phone rang, making me jump. He moved to get it beside the bed at the nightstand. His brow suddenly pulled up in the middle, and he glared at me.
"Your boyfriend is calling."
"Zach is not my boyfriend."
He raised a brow at me, looking irritated.
"So, that's why you were always hugging each other like you're a husband and wife."
"No! He's like a family to me."
"Family?" He smirks. "He wants to get in your pants." He stood up, looking at me furiously.
"He's not that kind of guy!" I shouted at him, I can't let him talk down on my best friend, I crossed my arms, glaring back at him.
He licked his lips. His eyes blazing, "He's 'also' a guy, Eve!"
"Well, he's not like you!" I defended.
"So, we're going at this now? You fucking dare compare him to me?! "
He was shouting and the area around felt like it has increased in temperature. I noticed the glasses in my window cracking slowly but I never really knew why he never frightens me-- well, I am mad too.
"Why wouldn't I?! You will go on trying to turn me on, then leave me, then come back, 'try' to get in my pants, which I think is what you do with all the other women around! Fucking. Them. Up!"
His eyes turned doubtful and surprised. His gaze suddenly dropped down.
I didn't mean that.
"Is that what you think I do? You think I do this to you because I enjoy the thought of fucking other women too? You think I am one of those little men who just wanted to fuck around?"
He looked hurt. I want to tell him sorry but-- I can't back down.
"Isn't that what you do as 'the demon'?" I asked sarcastically, I started tapping my foot to ease off the tension, I can't back down now.
He frowned at me.
"You, all of you, don't know how it feels to be what I am right now. You're all fools."
"Then what are you doing to me!? I lived with you for six days and you----"
"Six days! Six days is not enough for you to look at me and judge what I have been in my whole life! Don't speak like a goddamn all-knowing fuck. You don't judge someone's existence when you don't know enough."
He looked at me with dismay and I felt hurt too. I didn't want to hurt him and I know he'll never do that, I can feel it. But I don't know how to say sorry. He turned around and went to his room, banged the door closed, loudly.
I felt weak, my knees were shaking-- I stumbled down on my bed. Looking at the clock, I tapped my cheeks to reassemble my thoughts. I head straight to shower, forgetting about Adam for quite a while so I could focus on my work. As I face the vanity mirror, I saw a kiss mark near my chest. I remember how he sucked on me last night but only sadness is sinking in on my mind. I wanted to cry, but no. Instead, I dressed in my black coat and white dress matching with my black sandals.
I shut the door in my house, closed it, and went to work without saying anything to Adam, who just kept himself in his room.
Thank you for anyone who'll be reading this... ^-^ I appreciate you... Yea you... I appreciate your feedback too! Cheers~ Hoppy hope
I can't think straight.I'm trying to get him off out of my mind but even editing and reading the drafts of the story that I am holding clearly never helped.I didn't want to hurt him—but he was so stubborn and jealous? Is he jealous? But what does that even mean if he is?And why the hell am I acting like a defensive girlfriend? I held my pen and put its tip between my teeth, my mind wondering in my oblivion of thoughts. I can't even hear anything, all that replays in my mind is what he said to me about 'nobody knows his situation' type of thing. I felt bad—I should apologize to him later but how can I even do that?"Hey, girl."Kate sat down beside me, making my issues in life hide behind the back of my head. "Hi,” I greeted her."What's bothering you?""Nothing,” I answered.She lets out a hmmm sound, looking at me with her 'I don't believe you' eyes. "I'm just thinking about my killer."
I never slept---I took a shower and put on my white blouse and black skirt. My eyes have dark circles around it, making me look like a damn raccoon. I covered it with concealer and put some moisturizer on my lips. I can't claim the promotion today if I'm not even representable."What happened?" Zach appeared at the door of my room. I called him last night and told him about it."He's gone," I answered and my tone turned out to be as flat as my attitude right now. I don't know what to feel anymore. After my outburst yesterday, trying to take the first step to analyze what is going on in my heart, the man who cause me such outrage is now nowhere to be seen."He'll come by, you know,” he uttered as he stepped his way into the room."I don't care anymore."I stood up from my mirror and looked at Zach. "How do I look?""Beautiful. But there's something missing?" His brows creased."If this is another one of your jokes, I swea
It’s been three days.Adam is nowhere to be found so I kept myself busy with the piles of work in front of me. We've only lived for a week. Why would I even care if he is gone? I should just consider him gone. How dare he!I scribbled hardly on the paper in front of me that I've lost my mind!Oh shit!It's some resume of someone named....I ruined the copy with my ink!I gasped. I shouldn't let out my anger at work again! I am gonna destroy my career. Damn him! Really! Damn him! Even he is some all-powerful creature! Damn him!I arranged the scattered papers on my desk and drop every group loudly on my table."Damn you, Adam!""Uhm. is there anything wrong Miss Eva?"I jumped on my feet, I didn't know someone was in there."Oh, I'm so sorry! How long have you—been there?"It's some guy that I don't know who but he has black hair, a fit body, and Caucasian skin.
The tension that was building in the room made me wanna scream and run away. His cold gaze made me weak and it made my fingers fumble on the hem of my skirt. He looks so formal, a professional. His hair was brushed up behind, but a strand of hair laid on his forehead.I am amazed at how civilized he was here than the first time I met him. In my place, he looked like someone who would just barges into your house, like the bad boy in the novels. Right now, he looks like a hot billionaire man who was a regal back in the medieval period. Classy and sophisticated.
After that night, my soul never met peace.I never had the chance to sleep after Adam's word echoed through my brain nonstop, like it was looped for the whole night. 'I am not the one in your heart.'I still don't get it.I got off my bed and I felt like I was about to collapse. Tremendous heat was radiating in my body so I decided to rush into the bathroom to take a shower. My head was hurting like hell and it was like I was having a migraine. I tried to relax as I let the waters drop onto my head. Every cascading droplet of water made me think of Adam's fingers brushing my skin.Fuck it.I flung my eyes open and just finished my bath before my frivolous thoughts disturb me again. I went to my room and see my wardrobe if I can choose anything to wear for today. I feel sick.I think I don't want to go to the office today.I should call Nat. I sat down on my bed and opened my cellphone. I scroll through my co
I moaned.Adam's hand was clutching my hair at the back of my head gently as he laid soft kisses on my neck. His body was still pinning me on the fridge, his other hand lifting my leg, brushing his fingers from my hips up to my knee over and over again as he plays his tongue on my feeble skin."Adam."I cr
I woke up when the sun rays from my window passed through my eyelashes. I yawned and stretched my body, feeling as if this is a brand new day.What happened last day?I can't seem to remember any events of yesterday other than being sick and Adam being here. I steadfastly sat down, feeling surprised.Adam was here yesterday!I remember how he kissed me and slammed me by the fridge. My mind also recalled how I sat down on top of him, making my body jolt as I feel something ticklish in my sensitive area. I was biting my lip unaware and I only realized it when I jumped out of bed to get out the room."Good morning,” Adam spoke by the door, stopping me from my tracks.Adam leaned in the door frame and I noticed that his hair was wet from the shower. He was wearing a dark brown pants and I can see his sculpted abs even though his towel hangs onto his shoulder, covering the two sides of his chest down to his navel.O
As a 6-year-old, I would always draw names and play alone near the persimmon tree beside the convent. Other children don't want to play with me but my mothers will always find time to play with me when they are free. One day, they entered the big dark echoic hall so I tried following them but they immediately stopped me.I pouted, watching and peeking at them behind a pillar, listening to their conversation before entering the big hall."Did he donate again?" Mother Teresa asked."Yes." The other sister answered."He never tells me why he would always leave money for Eva, and I almost thought that he was the father of that child. But he said he was just moved by her story."Story?I tiptoed to the other pillar closer to them so I can hear them more."Who wouldn't be? Why would a mother leave her child inside a box near the trash? That's just monstrous."Box...Trash...? I thought my parents died on the fire?