Falling, Fallen | ✔️

16

"I don't want you." I insisted, my voice coming out a little bit shaky. He chuckled and suddenly spun me around, pressing me up against the wall until his body tantalizingly teased mine. I could feel my breath shaking as I peered up at him, placing my hands on his hard chest. "You can lie all you like." He hummed, his fingertips brushing my cheek gently. I shivered and his lips twitched. "I'm not lying." I said softly, earning a hum from him. "Then you wouldn't have any reaction if I walked around shirtless again? You wouldn't ogle me like you always do?" He asked, raising a brow. I pursed my lips and stuck my nose up at him, not willing to say anything but, "I don't care how you dress at home."

He smirked and pulled away from me swiftly, taking a step back as he looked down at me. "Hm," He murmured. "Guess I'll have to keep that in mind, then." He said, turning around before he continued down the hallway as if nothing happened.

For a while I stood there in the entry hall, leaning against the wall as I waited for my heart to stop beating so fast in my chest. After I managed to calm down I picked up my boots from the floor and raced upstairs, heading into my room, where I locked the door after. I ran a hand through my hair and headed into my closet, taking off my clothes to slip into a pair of brown leggings and an oversized burnt orange colored sweater. It took me a little bit, but eventually I gathered up some courage and convinced myself to go downstairs again.

Not to my surprise, Soren was sitting on the couch, letting his long legs take up almost all of the space on the couch he was on. He wore a pair of basketball shorts and a tight t-shirt, using his long fingers to text ridiculously fast on his phone. I couldn't help but to wonder who he was texting. Maybe it was Mr. Maxwell.

He must've somehow noticed my presence without even looking up from his phone. "There you are. I was wondering if I had scared you into hiding in your room for the rest of the night." He said, still typing away on his phone. I awkwardly scratched my neck and then walked over to the other couch, plopping down onto it. It would have been basically pointless to try to get him to make some room for me on that couch, because it didn't look like he was going to be moving anytime soon. "You would've had to have an effect on me in the first place to be able to scare me into hiding in my room." I retorted, curling my legs up beside me.

At that, he smirked, tossing his phone down to the end of the couch, where it landed with a gentle thud. "I'd say I had plenty of an effect on you, because I seem to recall you whimpering and clutching my arm like you needed it to stand." He taunted, making my face burn. By now I had taken off my makeup, so I knew he could see the color in my cheeks. I glared at him, growing a little bit too bold in the heat of the moment. "Oh, please. You were the one with an erection! Yet you say I'm the one who wants you?" I scoffed and pointed a finger at him. "You probably don't even have the balls to kiss me, and that's why you're stalling."

Soren no longer looked amused.

No, now he just looked downright sinful—maybe even dangerous. He looked at me as if he wanted to do awful things to me and it was when he stood up from the couch that I realized rather quickly that I had just made a mistake by running my mouth at him like that. I pressed myself into the back of the couch a little more. "Uh..." I cleared my throat and eyed him warily. "That was just a joke." I tried weakly. He narrowed his eyes at me and I scrambled to get off the couch, fiddling with the end of my sweater. "Yes, a joke." I repeated, nodding my head to myself. "And it looks like I should be getting to bed now, too, so I should go ahead a—" I tried to take a quick step around the couch, not daring to try my chances with him, but he wasn't having it.

Soren grabbed my wrist and yanked, making me squeal in surprise when he pushed me down onto my back on the couch. I became flustered when he straddled my hips, trying to pull my arms out and thrashing to try to get him off to no avail. He switched his grip on my wrists by grasping both of them in one hand, leaving the other one free, and pinned my wrists above my head.

I assumed he got tired of me trying to buck him off like a bull because he grabbed my chin and climbed over me a little more, forcing me to look up at him. He seemed much bigger when he was hovering above me like this, his bicep flexed from pressing my arms above my head. I stopped struggling immediately, my body overcome with this intense heat. His eyes were dark as he peered down at me, the fast paced beats of my heart only increasing when I felt his muscular thighs pressing against my hips firmly, forcing my thighs together. "You wanna play that type of game with me? I'll show you what I have the balls to do to you, if that's what you really want, Ayla." He hissed, and I whimpered softly as I looked up at him. It was incredibly pathetic how fast I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach. "N-No!" I shook my head and his lips twitched.

My nipples hardened when he leaned into me more, purposely letting his groin press against my lower belly. "How about this, then? Does it feel like I have an erection for you now?" He asked, and I swallowed thickly before I weakly shook my head. "No." I repeated quietly, my gaze falling to his lips. He gripped my chin a little tighter and I cried out as I felt him purposely force my head back, his touch trailing down my neck. "You say you don't want me but your nipples are poking through your sweater, and I can feel you clenching your thighs together." He mused, ducking his head down to place a gentle kiss on the column of my neck before he allowed me to look at him again.

Still breathing perhaps a little bit too heavily, I peered up at him and bit my lip, causing him to eye my mouth. "If you want the truth, Ayla," His voice was low as he spoke. "I would have you naked in a heartbeat if it was up to me. I would take your pussy in every position, have you coming around my cock for hours until I'm rid of this desire I have to pin you down and fuck you silly every time you look at me." He expressed, causing my eyes to widen as I stared at him, more than surprised. Nobody had ever said anything even close to that to me before.

There was a strong, pulsing ache between my thighs. He hovered his face closer to mine and I felt my toes curl in anticipation, as I had secretly grown eager for him to kiss me. For a moment he was so close that I thought he would finally do it, but then he pulled away and got off of me. I blinked and looked up at him, barely managing to stop myself before I could ask why he had stopped. I quickly sat up and cleared my throat, knowing he was watching me. Maybe I only decided to speak because I was actually annoyed that he hadn't kissed me. "You talk a b—" I gasped when he grabbed me again and pulled me off the couch.

Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine—and this kiss wasn't anything like the soft peck we'd exchanged the day of our wedding. It was the exact opposite, in fact.

I felt Soren's long fingers lose themselves in the dark tresses of my hair, a soft moan leaving me when he pulled, forcing my head back a bit more. His lips were soft and full, but he kissed me roughly, biting at my bottom lip and soothing it with his tongue. My hands immediately gripped his biceps, feeling the flexing muscles under my palms. He and I were breathing heavily, my breasts pressed against his chest as he teased my tongue with his, stroking over it playfully. Finally, he slanted his mouth over mine a little more and I felt myself growing even more aroused, which just annoyed me. Why was I so turned on? All we were doing was kissing!

"Fuck," Soren grunted when I dug my nails into his biceps. "You're like obsessed with my arms or something." He murmured, causing me to flush. I pushed up on my toes and shook my head, wishing he hadn't stopped. "I just needed something to grab onto." I said, throwing out an excuse. His lips twitched and he gently bit down on my bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth.

Out of nowhere I felt a hard smack on my ass and I cried out in a mix of pain and surprise, gasping at the surge of tingles between my thighs. He then squeezed my butt, not bothering to remove his hand even though I was gaping at him. "W-Why'd you do that?!" I exclaimed, more embarrassed by my body's reaction than the action itself. He smirked at me and shrugged. "I needed something to grab onto." He threw my words right back at me, so I knew I couldn't even say anything. I knew I was blushing as I wriggled my way out of his grasp, but I managed to look at him anyway. "I still don't understand why you kissed me here instead of in public." I grumbled, and he raised a brow at me.

"I never said where I'd kiss you. I just said I'd do it before the night is over."