Chapitre 4: CHAPTER FOUR
- KILLIAN -
She's drunk. I sat her in my car in the passenger seat, belted her up and walked to my side.
It would be entirely different if she wasn't. I can't touch her the way I want to. I can't look at her either because she's vulnerable.
I gazed at Hazel. She leaned her head on my window, in my suit jacket. A grin formed on my face. Despite her infuriating attitude when she's drunk, she is fun to look at. A very pleasing and amusing sight. My eyes traced her neck, down her torso then to her thighs.
I swallowed and averted my gaze back to the road. I want to claim those thighs. Just being in between them stirred a feeling I thought I buried away.
"Where are you taking me?" Hazel asked, staring ahead.
"Home." I responded, keeping my eyes both on her and the road.
"You know where I live?"
I chuckled darkly. "No honey, my home."
I watched her reaction to my words. She sat up straight and squeezed her thighs together. She's nervous. I want to ease her nerves but at the same time, I don't want to.
I'd love to feed on it and tease her but I won't.
"Relax. I don't bite."
It started raining and I turned on the wipers. Aside from the nearly quiet sound from the wipers brushing against my wind screen and tyres driving fast on the road, inside the car is quiet.
Hazel rubbed her thighs with her hands and I turned on the heaters.
"Thank you."
"I didn't do it for you." I lied and she gasped. I monitored her with a side eye. She sighed and clutched her hand on my suit, looking out the window.
"Nice car. I wish I had one."
I raised a brow. Aren't her parents wealthy? Yes, her parents, not her. She's an adult, that's for sure.
"Thank you. It's a-" I wanted to call the name but held myself, I doubt she's interested. "We'll be home soon. You can warm yourself up well when we get there."
I don't like that she's uncomfortable. It's my fault but I hate it. Hopefully, it gets better in my place because I won't touch a lady without her consent and she'll be safe.
If only she thought that way.
Holding myself this long has to be the hardest thing I've done. I've barely been patient with a woman. Every one I've met have their way of locking teeth with mine before we pass the five word basis. She's different and I find that amusing.
My car came to a halt. I turned off the engine and reached to the backseat to get an umbrella. "Wait here for me."
I got down and walked to the other side, holding the umbrella. The car door opened and Hazel stared at me for a split second before joining me. I would've preferred to open the door for her myself but didn't complain. Hazel stood by my side, hiding herself in my suit. She shivered as I slammed the door shut.
She's freezing. I put my arm around her, holding her close to me while walking to my door. Her body won't be drenched in rain that way.
I tapped the password in and stood in front of my scanner. My door swayed open. "Come in." I invited. She walked inside before I did, closing the umbrella. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll get you something to drink. Anything you'd like to have?"
"Water."
I smiled and left.
I walked out of my kitchen with two bottles of water in hand, heading her way. I sat opposite her on the other sofa. Distance is needed at this point before I do something I don't want to.
"Loosened up yet?"
She smiled, taking the bottle from me. She cocked it open. "A little. At first I thought you'd take me somewhere else. Glad my thought turned out wrong."
Hazel drank from the bottle. It's weird. The least sexual activity she does gets my body needy. I love hearing the sounds she makes when she swallows. Makes me wonder how well she can swallow something thicker. Like a good girl.
I brushed the thought off.
Hold yourself Killian.
"Freshen up if you'd like. I can show you the bathroom."
"Thank you." Hazel smiled. Soon, it was so quiet between us. I want to bring up a conversation without seeming offensive but what? She wanted to talk. What did she want to talk about?
"I-"
"Hazel-"
We said at the same time and she giggled.
"After you, kitten."
"Just a random thought that popped in." Hazel started, leaning closer to me. She took off my suit. My eyes was fixed on her defined collar bones and cleavage. She's doing things to my body. I remained calm, listening to her as she sat on my thighs. "If you were given the option to drop this small talk and have your way with me, would you take it?" She asked, whispering in my ears.
Is she joking? I would jump at it. Mess her up so bad my scent will be the only thing she perceives for days. Hazel's tits are pressed on my shoulder. Her fingers caressed my chest.
I have to remember that whatever she's doing is as a result of the alcohol. She's not sober. I can't do it even if I want to. And I so fucking desperately want to.
"Depends on who's asking."
"What if it's me. And I'm asking now." I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear. "What would you do then?"
Don't do this to me.
I'm trying so hard to resist. Why do you have to be so drunk?
If a woman wants me, I want her to mean it. Beg for it with a fully sane mind. So when we're done, she won't regret it. For her case, it seems to be the other way around.
Before I could answer, Hazel pressed her lips on mine. My initial act was to deepen the kiss. Draw her in from here but that goes against my morals.
I broke the kiss, shifting my head away. Hazel panted on my face. I found that attractive but the more I inhaled her breath, the more I wanted to be away because I can scent the whiskey.
She tastes good though. Her lips might become my new addiction if it were a different scene.
"What's wrong?"
"Hazel, I can't. I'm sorry." I said.
"Playing hard to get?" Hazel chuckled, reading me wrong till I turned my head away. She looked at me, deep in my eyes. She looks so innocent. So damn innocent and vulnerable. The kind I love toying with.
I want to fuck her so bad.
"Oh." Her eyes saddened. I could tell she was embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
Hazel got up from me. I miss the feel of her ass on my leg already.
I am not a good guy. Hell, I would take advantage of any lady if I could. But not her. I don't know why, I don't care about her in the slightest but I'm big on my moral. I love my women sober on a first night.
"Where can I freshen up?" Hazel asked, avoiding eye contact.
"Do you want me to show you?"
"No. Just tell me, I'll find it myself."
"This floor. To the left of the stairs. That's the guest room. Everything you need is there. I'll be upstairs in the fourth room, to your left. Call me if you need anything."
Hazel muttered a 'thank you' and left.
*
I stared at my desk, deep in thought. I have a woman bathing in my house and I refused to touch her? What am I, Insane?
She's all I could think about since our conversation in my living room. Not to talk of the fact that I am so damn hard. Her scent is all over me.
I heard footsteps and swept my eyes to my open door. A slender lady in my huge red robe stood by my door. My robe fell down her shoulder, revealing part of her tits to me. I can perceive a spicy scent oozing from her body. Hazel's legs came out of the robe. It's messily tied around her waist, revealing way more than it should.
I took my time to dissolve her presence by my door. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun. "Can you get me something to wear?"
Her voice is soft. Every inch of my body wants to pin her against that door and devour her, right here, right now.
"Um, Killian?"
I locked eyes with hers and she looked away. Her cheeks are rosy red. That made me grin. She feels it too.
"Yes?"
"Clothes."
"Oh, yes." I stood up from my bed, strolling to my closet. I picked out a shirt and walked to her. "Here." I said, standing in front of her. I looked down at her. Being this close to her canceled my earlier thoughts. I want to have her.
"Thanks." Hazel tittered, stepping back. I blocked her path with my hand, forcing her to look at me. She did.
A desirous smile formed on my lips as I leaned lower, taring my head with hers. I held her chin between my index finger and thumb and tilted her head high to face me. Her breath fanned my neck. Hazel turned her eyes away from me, twisting her toes. "About earlier..." She whispered breathlessly. "I'm sorry, I-"
I hushed her with my thumb on her lips. "Don't apologize. It's not you." I suppressed my tone and let my lips roam around her neck without actually touching her.
The closer my face was, the harder it was to feel her breath on my neck. She stopped breathing. My lips pressed on her collar bones and I kissed her. God, she's turning me on. More than before. My cock is begging to burst out of my pants.
"You don't find me attractive." Hazel murmured, closing her eyes to my touch.
"I do." I said, stroking her skin gently with my thumb. I let my other hand slip inside the robe, caressing her stomach. She mewled.
"You didn't even look at me." She breath, pressing her back on the door.
"I did." My voice was deep. I felt her skin vibrate as a result of it because my lips rested on her.
"You didn't say anything."
"Because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
Hazel tiptoed, trying to pull her head back, away from me. I shifted my head back a little, just below her chin, adoring her. "Do you want me to compliment you?" I asked, biting her neck. Her subtle gasp went straight to my cock.
"Yes!" Her tone was sharp yet soft. Almost unheard.
"Then beg for it."
Her eyelids flickered open and her breathing was subtle. "What did you say?" Hazel asked. That sounded more like a plea.
"Are you sober?" I asked, I need to know.
"Yes."
Good.
I moved my hand lower, between her legs and tapped. She panted, falling on my chest. Her hand squeezed my shirt. I enjoyed the feel of her body pressing on mine and dipped my knee between her legs, leaning on the wall. She has no way to squeeze her thighs this time. My body pressed hers, not so much to suffocate her, but just enough to cut her air flow without choking her. I held both of her wrists with a lazy hand, trapping it above her head.
My tongue played with her earlobe and I bit. "Then beg."
Cadeaux
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