King Of The Underworld by RJ Kane
Chapter 10 (Adrik)
“Fine. But I don’t have to like it,” she said as she crossed her arms underneath her b*reasts. Her pouty l*ips making me use every ounce of self-control to not lean in and k*iss them. Instead, I laughed and k*issed her forehead. She leaned into me, and I heard her breath catch ever so slightly. She took my h*and into both of hers. Her cool h*ands made me feel a warmth in my b*ody that I hadn’t experienced before.
“Thank you,” she said. She looked into my eyes, and I could tell that she was still very scared but trying to be strong in the moment. Ugh, I would rip this city apart to find that piece of sh**t that dared to hurt her. “Of course, solnishko. You should get some rest again.”
“Yeah, so about that, I’m gonna forego the whole nightmare thing for a while. I won’t be able to sleep again for a while.”
“Then, come. We will put some arnica on your purple n*eck,” I said as I grabbed her h*and, pulling her out of bed to follow me to the kitchen. I was secretly very happy that I would have a few more minutes alone with her.
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“Oh.. .wait…” she said as she gently resisted against me. I turned back to her and noticed that she was wearing an oversize t-shirt. And only an oversize t-shirt, My eyes trailed down her b*ody, drinking in her porcelain skin. I caught myself starting to think about her long legs wrapped around me when I saw her pulling at the bottom of the t-shirt, trying to cover herself more. Seeing the embarrassment on her face, I k*issed her forehead once more and said, “apologies. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I didn’t have to wait long until she appeared in the kitchen, this time wearing a pair of leggings under her oversize shirt. As she walked in, she was pulling her long, curly hair into a ponytail. It just didn’t matter what she did, I found her absolutely stunning. The fact that she was so comfortable with me, in her home, while she just woke up and had zero makeup on, and seemingly didn’t care that she was in her pajamas was a new phenomenon for me. The women I had been with in the past were the type to look like they were about to go to a dinner party at any moment. A few of them even slept in full makeup. When I was younger, I thought it was attractive, but as I had gotten older, I found it more repulsive than anything. Beauty comes from within. When you spend so much time trying to make the outside look pretty, it’s usually because the inside is u*ly. This woman standing in front of me with zero makeup on, in her pajamas, with barely contained hair, a purple n*eck, and bruises on her arms was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen.
She caught me staring at her and grinned slightly. “Hi.”
Just her little smile made my whole world brighter. I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her h*ips and lifted her onto the counter in front of me. I adored the way she squealed and grabbed onto my arms to steady herself. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself drunk on the sound. I stepped to the side to grab the arnica cream I picked up on the way over. She crisscrossed her legs so I could stand directly in front of her. I struggled to get the box open. She grabbed it from my h*ands and stabbed it with one of her thumb nails, opening it easily. She h*anded it back to me, with a very proud look on her face. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“See? What would I do without you?”
Her grin widened and a small chuckle escaped her l*ips. I opened the tube of cream, squeezing out a small amount on my index f*inger. I reached up with my other h*and and tilted her head back to give me full access to the now very colorful bruise on her n*eck. I touched the cream to her n*eck and noticed her flinch.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s okay. It was cold. It surprised me.”
I squeezed more cream onto my f*inger but warmed it between my index f*inger and thumb before applying it to her n*eck this time. Once I was done with her n*eck, I lifted the sleeve of her shirt and applied it to the bruises up and down her arms. I hated seeing any marks on her milky whi*te skin, but at least I felt like I could help make them better.
I was finishing up with the smaller bruises around her wrists as she leaned back and uncrossed her legs, dangling one leg on either side of me. My breath hitched and I hoped she didn’t notice. I kept my gaze on what I was doing, but I could feel her looking at me intently. Once I was done, I took both of her h*ands in mine and k*issed the back of each one.
In a very quiet, almost whisper, I heard her say, “thank you.”
I looked up to see she had tears threatening to fall. The tears making the, colors in her eyes dance in the brighter light of the kitchen. I reached up and held the side of her face, concerned I had hurt her in some way. “No, why the tears?
Did I hurt you?”
She chuckled. “No, the opposite, really. You could say I’m not used to people taking care of me. It’s a nice change.”
I felt that tightness in my c*hest return. Like a tear in my heart to hear that she had been mistreated in any way. Not knowing her past or what to say to make it better, I was at a loss. I just looked at her, still mesmerized by the dancing colors in her eyes. Without really thinking, I put my h*and on the back of her head and pulled her toward me. I slowly leaned closer, watching her face to make sure she was okay with it. I felt her h*and grasp my shirt and timidly pull me toward her. My l*ips touched hers. I felt her tense up, but then immediately relax, as she returned the k*iss and pressed her l*ips to mine. Her legs moved closer to my b*ody. I put my h*ands on either side of her face, gently holding her face while I deepened the k*iss. She responded by parting her l*ips, allowing me access. It took all the self-control I had not to just devour her right then and there. She wrapped her arms around my n*eck, and I moved my h*ands down her b*ody to her h*ips, scooting her closer to me. She squealed against my l*ips as she felt me pull her closer and instinctively wrapped her legs around my torso. I g*roaned as I deepened the k*iss even more, tasting every inch of her m*outh with my t*ongue. After a few moments, she pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes and over my face. She brought her h*ands to my face and lightly traced the features of my face. I closed my eyes, reveling in her light touch.
I felt her press her forehead to mine. I opened my eyes briefly. She was resting her forehead against mine, closed. I felt her inhale and a small sigh escaped her l*ips. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her against me. I could feel the faint shaking in her legs and knew she was fighting demons. I squeezed tighter, trying to make her feel as safe as I could.