Chapter 9 #2
“Oh, right. Pee. I wanted to pee.” Kill tries to rise, and while it takes him a while and the support of my arm, he does manage.
“Samantha was nice, but I won’t let her steal my husband,” he laughs and pulls me down for a whiskey-flavored kiss as I help him make his way to the bathroom.
I end up helping him stand straight, then carry him back to bed.
I can see he’s starting to fall asleep on me, and there is something so innocent about it I stare at him while he stretches in the sheets, as if unaware what a work of art he is.
I don’t know what it says about me that I like seeing him so helpless, but he reminds me of a kitten.
“We’ve overindulged, haven’t we?” I ask and pat his cheek.
“A little,” he admits with a groan. “Tell me not to drink tomorrow. But I didn’t fuck things up, did I?”
I shake my head and peel off his socks, then drop them to the floor. “You’re doing great. And now, you need to rest so you have the energy to continue tomorrow,” I point out and poke him in the nose. Because I can.
Well, really, it’s because I can’t stop myself from doing it when he’s acting all cute, sue me. It’s the first time I have a man in this bed, and I’ve made my coming out official. No more whispers about me being bisexual.
And it’s not just any man. Killian is such a walking contradiction.
Both rebellious and submissive. Trying to escape me, yet clearly desperate to be loved.
And he’s my type with the dark makeup around the eyes, the I-don’t-give-a-fuck style, the nose ring, and the ink I can’t wait to finally uncover in all its glory.
I’ve seen parts of him, but not all of him, and that’s about to change as I peel off his top.
It seems that the snake theme features boldly on his skin.
On one arm there’s a viper climbing all the way to his shoulder, while on the other, patches of snakeskin peer through artistically rendered tears.
A smaller one originates on his collarbone and goes all the way to his neck where its head is pierced by a sword.
I expect a whole pit of snakes on his chest, but a surprise awaits me there.
Flowers. Intricate floral ink scattered as if his body is a greenhouse for beauty.
I lower my face to his heart and inhale the delicate scent of perfume.
I never thought I’d enjoy scents typically associated with women, but on Killian, they just work. I want to eat him up.
“Do you… like what you see?” he asks as if I haven’t already told him how much I desire him.
I don’t mind needy. I want him to crave my affection and give it to him freely, so I kiss the soft skin and open his jeans next. “You’re insanely hot. I can’t wait to learn every inch of you by heart.” With that, I tug down his pants.
He gasps, and I spot that his dick is hardening in the jockstrap. A fresh pair, because after what we did in the changing rooms, he needed to clean himself up.
“Is this the marital bed?”
Another serpent greets me on his thigh and I run my fingers over it.
I nod but have other things on my mind now. “Why snakes? They’re everywhere on you.”
He raises himself on his elbows and looks into my eyes. He is hypnotic. I want to make him moan and squeal as well as kiss him all over. I crave to turn him around and see if the spanking he took so willingly has left bruises.
“As a symbol of rebirth,” he whispers, and it feels so intimate to be here with him in the darkness.
“Every time I get my heart broken feels like I’m dying.
But then I just emerge into a new life. With new skin.
Like a snake.” He still slurs a little, he’s drunk, yet sounds so poetic in his sadness.
I’ve never met someone so raw and unpretentious. “I hope you’re not my next snake.”
My throat closes and I drop his pants before joining him on the bed.
I stretch alongside his slender form and place my hand on his chest, watching, listening to his breath.
Somehow, I know what I’ve been aware of for hours now—that despite still calling this relationship fake, I want to make this real.
He needs to be mine.
Whenever I read about men meeting someone and immediately knowing that person would be their spouse, it sounds like a lot of romantic bullshit, but now I get it, I really do.
Because he is perfect, and I don’t want to let him slip out of my grasp.
“Only if you’re also a snake, and we can wrap around each other.”
Killian smiles and puts his thigh over my leg.
“I like that,” he mutters and goes in for a kiss that is as sweet as it is hungry.
His fingers climb my arm, and my heart thuds in excitement when he presses his whole body to mine, pretty much naked and shameless.
I remember how that sex toy pushed in and out of him, how he begged for release and followed instructions like a good boy.
And now we’re making out in my childhood bed like two horny teenagers.
“I like you,” I say, and while it’s the most cliché thing I could have responded with, he chuckles and drunkenly rubs himself against me.
Which would be an amazing start to sex in any other situation, but I don’t want to risk that he doesn’t remember any of it tomorrow, and peel him off me. I already miss his needy lips.
“No?” he asks with the most disappointed expression. I almost want to give him my dick to suck just to make him happy. “But it’s what husbands doooo.”
He’s fucking adorable, but I’d rather wait and have all of him than have this intoxicated version now.
“Not when one of the husbands is very, very drunk, baby,” I tell him and kiss his cheek.
I reach across his body and pull up the comforter, covering him with it.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get as much dick as you demand tomorrow. ”
“But you’ll stay and cuddle?” Kill asks, and when I look at him right now, I can hardly imagine he’s capable of swearing, theft, and fights. My little brat.
My dark sunshine.
“Of course I’ll stay. It’s our marital bed, baby. I know you require a lot of attention,” I whisper into his hair as we settle in the sheets, ready to doze off. Even now, with the addition of booze, his scent will keep me addicted, always longing for our bed and the warm touch of his hands.
I get hard pressing my dick to his freshly-spanked ass, but then a wave of tenderness hits me when he cuddles his back to my chest, lets me close him in my arms, so perfectly at peace. He knows what I am. Not only did I tell him, but he saw me kill a man. A man he knew.
And still, no matter how monstrous I am, his breath settles, and he falls asleep, like he trusts me to be his shepherd. I never felt like this before. No man before him saw all of me.
It’s in this moment, seeing the fragile pieces of him that I decide that I will protect him, and all that we have, with my life. And after the holidays, when the dust settles, I will marry him and make him mine for real.