Page 80 of Bellamy

“I see you.”

Bellamy grabbed my face and brought it to his. The softest of sighs left him, and his lips quivered. I melted into his kiss, my heart and stomach a fluttering mess.

I couldn’t imagine the sorrow he’d endured knowing that every lover had looked into his eyes and seen someone else.

“I hope you know I’m not ever letting you go,” Bellamy said, resting his head on mine.

“I don’t want you to.”

He smiled against my cheek.

Maybe we weren’t on a collision course meant for total annihilation. Maybe this connection between us, one that had only grown stronger over the weeks, would withstand any storm. Any obstacle.

Or maybe we’d still burn.

But in that moment, nothing could touch us.

***

A freckle sat on Bellamy’s left hip bone, like a beauty mark begging to be kissed. I nipped at it on my way up his washboard abs. I licked his ridges of muscle and flicked my tongue against his nipples when reaching his pecs.

Nearly three weeks with him at the mansion, and I had fallen into a routine. One I never wanted to veer away from. Morning sex. Afternoon delights. And hard-core fucking right before dinner. Though, sometimes it was gentle and sweet.

Much like the Nephilim in my arms.

I loved the way Bellamy’s skin smelled as I pushed my face into the crease of his neck, his day-old stubble tickling my cheek. I loved the slight callous of his hands as they gripped my hips, fingertips digging into my skin as I took his cock into my body.

“Nix,” Bellamy moaned, sapphire eyes watching me through heavy lids. “Ride me.”

I focused on his quickening breaths as I started a slow grind. I might not have a special power like him that told me what he wanted, but his body language spoke wonders. I only needed to listen. To observe. And to fuck him until I milked him for every last drop.

That’s precisely what I did.

After our bodies were sated, we crawled out of bed and showered together. Bellamy stood behind me and kissed the top of my shoulder as the water came down on us. He grabbed the shower gel and washed my body.

“Not there!” I crooned as he gripped the base of my tail and stroked it with the slick soap.

“Why not?” he asked against my nape, sending shivers through me. “Seems like you like it to me.”

“That’s the point. We’ll never get downstairs for dinner if you don’t stop.” That part of my tail acted as a stimulation point, just like his wing slits. “You horny beast.”

“You like it.” He rubbed my tail one more time before moving his hand to my collar. With a smile blooming on his handsome face, he washed beneath it.

His soft expression made my heart knock against my ribs. He could be both rough and gentle, both a sex fiend and a passionate lover.

“You were right. I do like you being nice to me,” I admitted as heat spread to my cheeks.

His eyes met mine. Ever since the night the true color showed, they had stayed that way. Dark blue with flecks of silver. I saw the real him. And he saw me.

“That still doesn’t mean I like you though,” I said, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it in my hair.

“Oh, of course not.” Bellamy replaced my hands with his and worked the shampoo into my scalp, being careful around the tender areas of my horns. “I’d never think such a thing. You’re too wicked to fall victim to something silly like emotions.”

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

He smirked.

We managed to finish showering without fucking each other again. A proud feat on my part. He was sinfully delectable and all too tempting. But even without Lust, I would’ve still craved him. Needed him.