Page 18 of Falling for A Lie
Chapter thirteen
Soren
There's a knock at the door that has me scrambling to pull the blanket up over my naked body. The blood that was caked onto my shirt was scratching my skin, causing me to go slowly insane.
Today has been horrible. And even that is an understatement of the fucking century.
“Come on in,” I say in answer.The door slowly cracks open revealing Caden holding a stack of clothes and a worried look on his too-perfect face.
“Um, I brought you some clothes to change into. The bathroom is right through that door to your right if you would like to wash off, it's currently stocked with extra soap from Reed's bathroom.” He looks at me like he's ashamed, and my anxiety spikes.
“What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to tell me my goldfish died.” I say softly, looking up from my position.
“Look, Soren, we need to talk and what I have to say isn't easy. I hope you don't mind that we are taking this step without asking for your permission. It might seem weird that we would even go to these lengths because, to you, we barely know you, but, Damsel, that’s far from that being a true statement.“ He takes a step forward and my stomach drops at his words. He must take in my confused look because a slight smile curves up at the corner of his lips.
“You don't remember much about us do you?” His voice is borderline flirtatious as he steps up again, closing the distance between us. My naked flesh goosebumps at his proximity, the lumps of my breast barely concealed against the thin layer of this blanket. I know if he were to look hard enough, my nipples would give away what having him so close to my body causes.
“N..no, I'm sorry.“ I internally scold myself for stuttering like an idiot in his presence, but to be fair his accent and the way he looks should be illegal.
He huffs out a gentle laugh as he places the clothes down on the end of the bed and sits beside them, crossing one leg over the other.
“Well Damsel, we are quite accustomed to one another, we have been for quite some time. You haven't changed much since high school. Do you still want to be a Criminal Psychologist? Can you still kick a man so hard you bring him within an inch of his life? You know it took my balls weeks to heal so I could fuck again.” He laughs, tilting his head slowly, taking my body in now that he's closer, his Adam's apple bobs slightly with each swallow he forces down that tender throat of his.
“You know that kiss you shared with Drake during homecoming? It was his first kiss.“ The tilt of his head and words has me shuffling to get friction between my thighs. The thought of kissing Drake as the man he is today is tempting, and I wonder if he's gotten better over time or if his kiss is still like he's trying to devour your very soul. I would've never guessed I was his first with how talented he was back then.
“That's funny, from the way I remember that kiss, it seemed like he’s had more practice than he let on,” I smirk, pulling my bottom lip into my teeth, biting it to stifle the moan from the memory now creeping into my mind.
Maybe it's the trauma or the fact that they saved me from a horrific fate, I can't place why I'm so tempted to risk it all. Well, there's nothing left to risk, Jace and I were over the moment I entered that bar. I just had not come to terms with it until he practically tried to murder me.
I'm such a fucking dumbass.
“Mm, he'd be glad to know that you think so highly of his ability to please a woman with his mouth,” he smirks, as the words leave his luscious lips
This sly motherfucker.
“Is this really what you needed to tell me or did you get distracted?” I lean up so that my face is closer to his. My breath mingles with his while my brown eyes trace over his features.
He leans in with a smirk gracing his lips, meeting my bluff head-on. Brushing his lips against my ear he sends my heart into oblivion.
Catching me off guard, the blanket falls down my naked body into my lap, the cold air caressing my skin like a lover's touch. His hand slowly lifts, and as he runs his delicate fingers over my exposed mounds, he causes a shiver to roll down my body like a tidal wave.
“God, I want to put these in my mouth and taste you before you're gone from my reach,” he groans. Cocking my brow at his brazen words, I slide my hand over his to push it just below the blanket near the spot that I'm aching for him to touch.
“Would that be the only spot you place those luscious lips of yours? Would I need to beg on my knees for it to travel lower? To replace the memories that are plaguing me of my almost death?” My voice comes out breathy and full of want, I bite my lip bringing my eyes up to meet him head-on.
His eyes light up, and before another word is spoken he's pushing me on my back, the conversation being forgotten.
His hand slowly dips down, grazing my clit with such precise skills as one long digit dips into my wet heat slowly and torturously. “Fuck, you're dripping down my hand Damsel.“ He purrs, leaning further into my body. Placing his other hand firmly between my breasts, pushing me deeper into the bed as he snatches the blankets the rest of the way to reveal my naked body to his wandering eyes, sending it and the clothes that have long since been forgotten onto the floor.
He smirks before he claims my mouth in a punishing kiss that sends heat waves through my body. My pussy clenches around his digit as he adds a second one and starts to fuck me harder into the bed, the sound echoing through the room like a cadence to my damnation.
“Fuck.. harder.. fuck!” I grind down onto his fingers begging for more, with each push-up of my hips making me impale myself deeper onto his fingers, his palm grinding on my sensitive clit.
Smirking he bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth, and the taste of honeydew and mint dance across my taste buds cementing his taste forever in my memory.
I fumble like an amateur with his pants as I finally get the button undone. I use my foot to shove them down his hips and hook him with my legs in one swift movement, pulling him closer until his hardness rubs against me.
He breaks our kiss leaning back on his legs, his eyes almost fully void of any emotions. His hard cock bounces in the thin material that he's wearing to pass as boxers.