Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams
Bold- author talking
Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character
Normal- normal story
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He rolls me onto my back and stares at me. But in a cute way. "I fucking adore you."
He then kisses my abdomen before I could think of a response. Over and over, more rough each time till he sucks on my skin. I wheezed a squeal of scared excitement.
It's an addictive pain. Like the kind after working out or something. I don't need to be addicted to another damn thing from this man. I'll go crazy.
I made some noise. I think it was a moan. What the hell is going on?
Oh my god I'm not even married. I'm going to hell. Wait no- I'm already in hell. I'm not pure or innocent anymore. Everyone is going to be disappointed in me. They will magically know because they know everything else I've ever done.
"Death."
After a second he sits on his haunches, "yes?"
"What did I do?"
"You moaned." There is a big ol' shit eating grin on his face.
Oh I'm horrible. I reach for Pikachu and hide my face in him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not pure anymore. I'm hiding my face in shame. No one shall see my sinful self ever again," I dramatically say.
"The hell are you going on about now? Moaning isn't a sin, you fruitloop."
How dare he use my insult against me again. The rudeness.
He takes Pikachu from my hands and puts him off to the side. I look up at his beyond inhumane and amazingly hot self. Those perfect eyes.
"It is."
"If you keep thinking that then I'll show you real sin." There's a threatening undertone that makes me believe him.
"It's not."
He looks happy with my forced change of mind before turning me over and kissing my back and sucking on my skin some more.
Fucker is making me feel things and I don't know if I should be feeling them or not. My stomach is doing all kinds of flips. I muffle a gasp every time he sucks on my skin.
"Don't stay quiet." He says.
"What do you wanna hear?"
"You."
"Alright." I think for a moment.
"So once when I was little I had this friend and we played this game-"
After a second of silence he wraps his arms around me and presses himself against me. "That's not what I meant, butterfly," he says next to my ear.
My face is smooshed into the sheets, and on fire. Everything is overheated.
"Oh. I got other stories." Play cool, dumbass.
"Forget it."
That's easy to do. I forget everything.
He kisses the back part where my neck meets my shoulder blade before rolling onto his side while still holding me so my back is against him. I grab his hand with both of mine.
When will this fucker heal? Stupid knife.
His breathing sounds off. Uneven. Not like he's out of breath, though he should be because I am and I did absolutely nothing.
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