Page 69 of His Hell Girl

I know she's not ready for anything physical, likely she won't be for a very long time. And I don't want her to think I'll pressure her in any way.

We're going at her pace, even if it kills me.

"I can't remember the last time I slept this well." She brings the back of her fingers to my cheek, slowly trailing them down. "Or was this happy."

I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips.

"Me too, hell girl. Me too. And because of that, I don't want to leave this bed." I smile, tugging her into me and cuddling her.

Her small size makes her fit right at home in my arms, and I listen to her small sounds, the way she seems to purr as I bring my hands down her arms in a light caress.

"Then let's not. We can always watch a movie in bed," she suggests and I quickly agree.

Anything to keep her close. The more time I spend by her side, the more I'll realize that it's not a dream and that she's actually mine.

We end up spending the entire day in bed, alternating between watching movies and pillow fighting, all of them ending with us in rather compromising positions that have my cock dying for relief.

Like now.

I stare into her eyes, her legs spread to accommodate my pelvis, my hands hovering above her head as I hold a pillow. We're both breathing harshly, and I don't know if it's from the exertion or the titivating contact.

Does she know how hard I am?

Her eyes slip lower, to the tent in my pants, and a blush creeps up her neck. I'm so fucking stunned by her beauty, that I just still, my pillow dropping from my hands, my eyes fixed on the pretty red on her cheeks, or the way she pulls at her lower lip, biting it in an entirely innocuous way, yet that alone has the blood all rushing down to my cock.

She raises an eyebrow at me, but she doesn't waste any time in switching our positions until she's the one above me, her pillow aimed at my head.

Giving me a sly smile, she brings it down over me, some feathers flying out of the pillowcase and causing her to giggle.

"I win," she whispers, only now realizing that although she's won this, her position means that she's sitting right on top of my dick.

"I can't help it, hell girl. You have that effect on me." I smirk at her.

She keeps playing with her lip, her teeth nibbling at it as if she isn't quite sure what to do next.

Moving slightly off of me, she keeps her eyes on me.

"Why don't you do something about it?" she asks, and I see the way her pupils expand, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

She's as turned on as I am.

But I know we can't do anything just yet.

"What do you want me to do, hell girl? I'm all yours," I tell her. Maybe it will help if she regains some type of control over this.I know the last incident scarred her, both mentally and physically, and I'll probably regret what I did to her for as long as I live.

And because of that, I'm willing to do whatever it takes until she's comfortable with me again. I'll go as slow as she wants me to, even when my instincts demand that I fuck her into oblivion.

I need to get a grip on myself!

"I want to watch you," she says breathlessly, her eyes lingering over my erection. "No touching. Just watching."

She doesn't have to tell me twice as I pull down on my pants, my cock springing free and slapping against my abdomen.

"I forgot how big you were," she whispers, her expression changing to one of apprehension.

I feel a pang in my chest, the thought of hurting her physically hurtingme.

"It's only for your pleasure, hell girl. Never pain," I assure her, "unless you ask for it." I smirk at her, using my hand to grip the base of my cock, my fist tightening over my shaft.

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