Gods & Monsters(43)

Slowly, I turn around in his arms and face him. I watch him with wonder. So, this is what Abel looks like first thing in the morning: his messy hair sticking up; that silver chain, flung to the side, resting on his pillow; the stubble; his pink lips slightly parted. The only unusual occurrence is the colored, misshapen bruises.

We were just playing with each other. Abel was only taking photos and I was willing. He wasn’t hurting anyone. He’s been evasive but I think they were rough with him in the jail. I think the only reason they kept him in there was to scare him away. To show that they were more powerful than him, than us.

I touch his bruises, gingerly, carefully, trying to not add any additional pain. His stubble is scratchy against my skin, ticklish but with a sharp edge. My fingers travel down to his hard jaw, the line of his throat, over the bump of his Adam’s apple.

“You’re beautiful.”

My eyes whip up at the sound of his sleepy whisper. “I’m sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t mean to.”

“If you weren’t trying to wake me then you shouldn’t have touched me.”

I laugh softly. “What, are you my own sleeping prince now? I touch you and you wake from slumber?”

I don’t know how he does it but even first thing in the morning with the cobwebs of sleep hanging over us, he throws me his perfect typical smirk. “I think you’re forgetting the story, Pixie.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” He stretches, all muscular and sexy-like, and props his head on his hand, looking down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “You gotta kiss the prince to wake him up.”

I shake my head, smiling and slide closer to him, and kiss his chin. “Here. Are you fully awake now?”

“Not the kind of kiss I had in mind. Not in the area I had in mind either. Maybe try going lower. A lot lower.”

He nudges my stomach with his dick, which feels like the hardest thing ever. Hardest and biggest thing I’ve ever felt. “You’re such a…”

Abel laughs, grabbing my hands and turning me on my back. He finds a home in between my thighs, making me realize I’m only wearing my thin nightshirt with sunflowers on it, and he’s only wearing a pair of black boxers.

“I’m such a what?” He bumps my nose with his.

“Such a gentleman.” I roll my eyes.

“Damn it. I need to up my game. My Pixie doesn’t like gentlemen.”

“She does, too.”

That makes him laugh harder. “She wishes. My dirty talk gets her hot, though.”

When he’s laughing like this, I can’t even pretend to be mad at him. I can’t look away either. God. God. He’s so sexy, and so mine.

“I can’t believe I’m waking up next to you.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes fill with emotions. “Believe it, baby. This is our life now. You and me. Together.”

I finger the edges of a yellow bruise on his jaw as love for him surges within me. Love and lust and an innate need to please. Like a woman pleases her man. A queen pleases her king. I want to somehow thank him, make him see that he’s the most powerful man on this Earth. “I want you to take,” I whisper, heart in my throat, on my tongue.

He frowns for a second before the confusion clears and he understands what I mean. If my parents hadn’t shown up that night, I would’ve slept with him. I would’ve given him the last piece of my soul.

I want to do that now. This is our new life and I want to start it right.

His eyes turn dark, like they do when lust is ruling him. Dark and delicious and bottomless, and his skin turns even more heated, like the blood is rushing, burning through his veins at a breakneck speed.

So, I’m surprised that he tries to move away. I don’t let him though. I hug him with my thighs and cross my ankles at his back, keeping him glued to me.

“Pixie, stop.”

“No.” I arch my hips and practically shove my slick, slick core onto his hard cock.

Damn it. I wish I wasn’t wearing panties so he could feel how wet I am. As it is, I’m rubbing my covered pussy up and down the outline of his erection, hoping and praying that he understands that it is for him. All this wetness and creaminess; it’s his for the taking.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, all right?” He strains against my hold, but I latch all my limbs around him.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.” I clutch his silver cross and yank him even closer. “Tell me why.”

Abel stares at me with fight in his eyes, but then sags, the tension leaving his body. “I’m not gonna fuck you the first morning we’re together in New York.”

Okay, that sounds ridiculous to me because no one is going to come and interrupt us anymore. We can do whatever we want, right? I ask again, “Why not? We’re here. I’m ready. Why won’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve already taken too much. I took you from your parents’ house and brought you here. To this strange place with thin fucking walls. You’re sleeping on the floor. I can’t… I can’t take your virginity too. Not until we get a decent place, a bed. I don’t even have a job right now. I’ve got some money saved up but I need to know that I can take care of you. That I can provide. You’re mine now, Pixie.” He fists my hair. “It’s like I’ve been fucking dying to call you mine and now that you are, I’m terrified. What if I can’t keep you? What if I’m not a good husband?”