Page 61 of Creep

“Are you okay?” Mael asked.

I nodded and took the flowers from him. “Thank you. These are beautiful.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.”

I moved out of the way and motioned for him to come inside. I barely had the door closed behind me when Mael had me pressed up against it, the flowers hanging loosely in my hand.

I looked at him, smiling a little as he bent down and kissed me.

I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him. I loved the way he kissed me—with gentleness, with reverence, as if he was afraid to break me.

It was the kind of kiss I imagined little girls grew up hoping for. I knew I certainly did, and now it was my reality.

He circled his arms around my waist and pulled me until I was pressed up against him, until there wasn’t any space between us, and until all I could think about was him. I wished there was some way for me to crawl under his skin and never leave.

He would protect me from it all.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled against my lips before kissing me again.

I laughed. “Morning.”

“Fuck,” he said, his voice guttural as he kissed me again and again and again. “You make me want to lose all sense of control.”

That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.

I loved the fact that I wasn’t the only one feeling like this.

He pulled back and buried his face in my neck. His lips latched onto the skin there, sucking it in and messing with my mind.

“Mael,” I moaned out.

His hands moved then, slowly, as if he didn’t want to scare me off. I knew what was coming. I still reacted when I felt his hands mold around my breasts. My head fell back against the door with a thud, and he looked at me as he played.

I was only wearing a sports bra, so I could feeleverything.

I swallowed when I felt his fingers strumming at my nipples, twisting the nubs until they hardened, begging for more.

My breathing grew erratic, and my skin felt hot as he pulled my shirt up until it rested around my neck. He held it there with one hand and pulled the fabric of my bra down with the other, exposing me to him for the first time.

“Fuck me, but you are just perfect, aren’t you?” he groaned out, his fingers pinching my nipple and plucking them until a delicious sting started to spread.

I wasn’t perfect, but I was so,soglad he thought so, especially since he was the perfect one out of the two of us.

His blue eyes darkened as he watched me, and he licked his lips. The image caused a pulsating ache in my clit.

“God,” I groaned out, arching my back, trying to get close to him, trying to get more.

He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, twisting it with his teeth and driving me crazy. I ran my fingers through his blond hair, tugging on it roughly every time he nipped at me.

He moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

“Fuck. Please, Mael.”

I didn’t know what I was begging for, only that I wanted more and more and more.

He pulled back, hunger deep in his eyes.

“We have to stop,” he said. I made a slight sound of protest, and he shook his head. “If we don’t stop, I might just throw you on the floor and fuck you.”

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