Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
BONTE
The first thing I notice is how incredibly warm I am.
It’s not the uncomfortable kind but like when you cuddle down into your blankets.
When I open my eyes, I see the top of Eros's head, his face resting between my breasts. He’s got his arms wrapped around me tightly, with one of his heavy thighs thrown over my legs.
I’m in a human trap, and I kind of love it.
It’s been a long time since I was close to anyone physically.
Even sharing hugs was rare. If I didn’t have Binx, I’d have no clue what cuddling was.
This must be what he feels like when I make him snuggle me.
I don’t feel so bad now because I’m loving this.
To see Eros, this scary, badass man wrapped around me like I’m a lifeline is intoxicating. The way he touches and watches me makes me feel seen. I've spent so long trying to slip back into the shadows. It’s crazy to think that in that darkness, there was Eros.
Tentatively I raise my hand, not wanting to wake him. He looks so peaceful in his sleep. I was starting to think the man never slept. It doesn't matter when I go to sleep or wake up; he's always alert. Right now, his breathing is even, and for once I get to watch him.
He left the nightstand light on for me, and it gives me a clear view of his back, down to his sweatpants. I rest my hand on him, feeling his muscles flex and then relax.
My body heats thinking about what we did last night.
I'm still completely naked. I would think it would be awkward for me.
I'm not used to being bare in front of anyone really, but after last night, I don't care.
I have no doubt how Eros sees me. I might not get or understand it, but I know he views me in a way no one else does.
Eros shifts, tilting his head back, our eyes locking.
“Morning.” I drift my fingers up and down his back.
“Morning,” he responds, taking a deep breath. “You always smell so good.” He turns his face back into my chest.
"I probably smell like you." I laugh. Between that mouth of his and now how he's wrapped around me, I don't think there is an inch of me that he hasn't touched in some way.
One of his hands comes up to cup my breasts. “I’ve never slept so deep before. Pretty sure it was these.”
“My personal pillows just for you,” I joke.
“Better be only for me,” he grumbles, sounding annoyed, which only makes me smile bigger.
“How does your cheek feel?” I still feel horrible that my father did that to him.
“I might need to eat your pussy again.”
“Eros!” I gasp, smacking his back.
“What? I think it has healing powers. I slept great.”
“I can’t with you.” I shake my head. “But really.”
“It’s fine. As you can see, I’m used to it.” I have noticed the scars on him here and there. I was sure one was from a knife.
During our time in the cabin, he filled me in on how he grew up. It was interesting and a bit crazy how he was raised. Where my father hid everything from me, the Marinos put everything out there to each other. They never sugarcoated who they were. There were no real surprises when it came to them.
It would be messed up if not for the fact that they all really did have a choice with what they wanted to do. They didn’t have to join the Marino empire, but I think some things are in your blood. To me, that thought could be terrifying.
“I’m sor—”
“No.” He cuts me off, lifting his head to stare straight at me. “How about we’re even? My family put you in the hole, and yours sliced my cheek.”
"It might scar."
He shrugs. "Never gave a shit about my appearance before."
"Before?"
"I mean, I want you to be attracted to me." He rubs the underside of his jaw. "I think women were attracted to me in the past because of my last name and their tendency to fetishize me."
"Well, I do find you attractive." Too much, actually. "They wanted the whole bad boy do me dirty thing?" He shrugs, but I know I'm right.
Jealousy flares to life inside of me. Did he give any of them that?
I push that thought down. It’s the past. I want to keep it there.
I enjoy living in Eros’s obsession of me era, and thinking I’m special and his one and only, but I know it’s stupid to believe.
He’s older than me. Hell, I’m still in high school.
I’m sure he experienced a lot of life before I came along.
"I get that. I have the same thing at school. They think I'm some freak in the sheets because of my boots and fishnets." They aren't even those over-the-top fishnets. They're subtle, more pantyhose than anything.
"Give me a list, and I'll handle them."
I snort a laugh. "I can never tell if you're joking." His expression can remain so blank. It's impressive. My face speaks for itself without me opening my mouth at all.
"Chances are I'm not. Now, this list."
"I'm not giving you a hit list." I joke by calling it that, but it might not be too far off the mark.
“How about we make another deal?” He starts to move up my body.
“Why would I need to make another deal? I think what you’re about to offer me I could get you to give me with no deal,” I point out. It would, however, be nice if I could return the favor. I’d love to explore his body too.
“True, but maybe my cheek is hurting.”
“Shut up.” I push on his chest, but he doesn’t go anywhere. He looms over me. I stare up at him. I didn’t know this man until a week ago. Now it’s hard to see life without him. “This is crazy.”
“I don’t know. Feels like the least crazy thing in my life.” He leans down, kissing me. I wrap my legs and arms around him. When he shifts his body, I realize that my sex is pressed to his abs.
“Eros,” I gasp when his mouth leaves mine to kiss down my jaw and to the column of my neck. “Wait,” I tell him but still tilt my head to the side so he can have all the room he needs to lay kisses across my skin.
“Don’t make me stop, Hellcat. I need you.”
“But when is it my turn to explore you?”
“Later.” He nips at my neck.
“Please.” That’s all it takes. Eros rolls, taking me with him. The next thing I know, I’m straddling him, and he’s laid out under me. I brace my hands on his chest.
“Love this view.” His hands run up and down the outside of my thighs.
“Don’t be distracting me.” I wiggle on top of him. Eros blows out a breath.
“Fine.” He puts his hands behind his head. “You could sit on my face.”
“When did you get all chatty?”
“Guess you bring it out of me.” He actually hits me with a super rare smirk. “Is that a no to the face sitting?”
“I didn’t know men were so into oral, unless they were receiving.”
“I’m into you.”
“I might be into you too,” I tell him, sitting up fully to be able to really take in all of him from his broad chest to his muscular stomach. I run my fingers down his lower belly, where there is a thin trail of hair.
“I’ll get you there.” Pretty sure I’m already there, but I’m not telling him that. Not yet. I’m still a little leery. You think you know someone, and then they end up being a serial killer. Though there had been signs. There always are in hindsight.
I lean back down, my breasts brushing against his chest, to kiss him over his heart.
Eros's eyes stay trained on me as I keep trailing open-mouthed kisses down his body.
His muscles tense and then relax under my lips.
I take my time exploring all of him. I scoot farther down him as I go until I'm straddling his massive thighs.
My fingers trail across the top of his sweatpants. I can see the hard outline of his cock. I know he's big, but all of him is. "Hellcat." The word comes out gruff. It gives me a strange sense of power over him.
I pull the sweatpants down, his cock slipping free, thick and rather impressive. I wrap my hand around it, a bead of cum forming at the tip. I lick my lips to wet them.
The urge to taste him rides me hard. I want to give him the same pleasure he does me. I tilt my head down and swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, getting my first taste of him. I feel his thighs flex under my ass.
“Fuck,” I hear him say under his breath, so low I almost don’t hear it.
I open my mouth wide to wrap my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around it.
A low, sexy groan leaves him. I take a few more inches of him into my mouth and start to lick and suck, keeping my mouth tightly sealed, but that’s not hard with how big he is.
His whole body stiffens this time as I work more of him into my mouth. I’ve never done this before, so I’m taking my time and letting my throat slowly adjust as I find a steady rhythm up and down, my tongue rubbing against him too.
I’m surprised to find how much I’m enjoying this. I can feel how slick I’ve become between my thighs, that ache that only Eros can give me forming again.
“Bonte,” Eros chokes out. I see he has his fists clenched on each side of him.
The fight for control is written across his intense expression.
“I’m going to come.” His warning only makes me suck harder and push myself to take him to the back of my throat.
I swallow repeatedly, having read that in a book somewhere.
It works. Another groan rips from him, this one louder than all the others.
His hand comes to my hair, gripping a fistful, but he doesn’t do anything more than keep my hair in his hold. It tightens a fraction, his hips jerking up as he explodes into my mouth.
I drink him down and don't stop, my tongue moving to the head of his cock to get all of his release. When I know I've gotten every drop from him, I lift my head, letting his cock slip free.
I can feel the flush of not only my cheeks but my entire body. I’m both turned on and wired at the moment. The thought that I made Eros lose control in such a way is intoxicating. I swear I feel as though I’m flying high.
Eros moves, grabbing me quickly and pinning me to the bed all over again. I can’t say I hate it. I’m strangely turned on by how easily he moves me around. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to stroke against mine.
“Hellcat.” He gives a slight shake of his head, nipping at my bottom lip. Then he licks the same spot.
“I did okay?” I ask.
“Okay?” He barks one hard laugh that shakes my whole body. “Okay is not the word I’d use.”
“I don’t know. It was my first time doing it. I’m sure you’ve had—”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” He cuts me off. Shit, is there an ex he really doesn’t want to talk about? If so, I don't want to talk about her either. “No one besides you has ever had my dick in their mouth.” He’s always so blunt and straight with his words.
“Seriously?”
“People are insane letting random people put their dicks in their mouths.” He visibly cringes. “That’s some fucking trust.” I stare up at him. I don’t know why anything he says surprises me anymore.
“You let me.”
“I trust you, and even if I didn’t, it would be worth it.”
“Whatever.” I playfully shove at his chest but don’t want him to go anywhere. I am growing addicted to the feel of his body pressed to mine.
“It’s the truth. My dick is now yours to do with as you please.”
“With great power comes great responsibility," I deadpan, getting me another one of his smirks, his eyes softening around the edges. I mean, I have heard women can lead a man around by his dick.
I love that this isn't awkward. That we can be intimate and playful. Our connection is growing deeper by the second and in ways I hadn't known were possible.
“All right, Hellcat. It’s my turn and then a shower.”
That sounds perfect to me. I enjoy being locked away with him, forgetting the rest of the world and all of the darkness in it.