Chapter 28 Cuddling with her
"Now kiss me," he said.
I instantly froze up at his words, my breath caught somewhere between fear and disbelief. I squeezed my eyes so tight, like it would be helpful somehow, like darkness could shield me.
"I'm not going to kiss you," I snarled through clenched teeth.
"Actions speak louder than words."
Within seconds, he flipped me over onto my back, and then he was on top of me. His lips were on mine, and his body hard over mine, pressing down like a cage made of flesh and heat.
I struggled, pushed him for a moment, but he was strong, unmovable, like a wall. His lips were soft, almost deceptively so, but his kiss was rough, forceful. He got my bottom lip between his lips and sucked on it. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t dare open my mouth. He made an "mmh" sound against my lips, low and vibrating, but that didn’t change me. He kissed me roughly, relentlessly, for a pretty good time before he finally broke it, his breath hot against my cheek.
"You didn’t kiss back, but you're gonna get a pass tonight," he groaned, then flipped us again so that I was back on top of him. His hands were on me one on my lower back, the other buried in my hair, anchoring me to him like I belonged there.
I couldn’t move. My cheek was against his chest, warm and rising steadily with each breath. His legs were parted beneath me. Our pelvises were touching, flush against one another. He was so rock hard, and just feeling his hard erection made my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. My body was making him damn hard. This was evidently showing that he had something inside him that possessed him.
The Jaden I did know wasn’t attracted to me not like this. Not in this wild, unpredictable, primal way.
Slowly, I felt his fingers begin to massage my scalp. He was playing with my hair a little, absentmindedly, like I was something to be soothed. He was quiet. I tried to ignore his fingers that were tangled in my hair, but their gentle touch was maddening.
After a long moment of silence, I started to take stock of the day. And slowly… regret seeped in. I was happy that I had escaped. I had made it out. But now this this was the result of it all.
Instead of living in happiness, I was now exhausted in mind and body on top of the body of the beast. I had somehow gone from trembling to completely still against him. He was muscular, strong, and holding me like I was something precious, something breakable. His hand occasionally moved either up or down my back, and every once in a while, I would feel his lips or fingers moving softly in my hair, as though he was calming a wild thing.
Everything was good or at least bearable until he pulled up my leg and wrapped it around his waist. A whimper involuntarily escaped out of my mouth at that. I was pretty much totally on top of him now. This time, I tried hard to ignore his erection, but now it was poking me directly against my core. It was as if he wanted me to naturally feel it, to know it was there.
This wasn't the real Idris. Not the one I thought I knew. This was someone else something else wearing his face.
I was now worried that the longer I lay here awake, the more likely he would do something sexual, so I decided I should try to sleep. I just wanted morning to come early so I could get off him, get away. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but today had kicked me upside the head, and it needed to be done.
Recalling everything that has happened to me throughout the moment I was sold to the beasts, I started to cry softly. I didn’t want to show him how weak I was, but honestly, it felt unbearable. Everyone in my life betrayed me, and it hurt in ways I couldn't put into words. Tears dropped onto his chest, and the beast just stroked my head and my back as if he was the solution, not the problem.
Then he took my right hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart, not letting go. I just wanted to remove it, but it was as if he wanted me to listen to his heartbeat, like that was supposed to mean something. His left hand was moving slowly, up and down my back in a rhythm that made my muscles sag.
My left hand was at my side, clenched into a fist. I felt angry. Tears were flowing down my eyes, and I just wanted to get off him. I don’t know how long I lay there, crying on top of him lying in a puddle of my own tears on his hairy chest while he stroked my hair and back in long, deliberate motions. He rhythmically stroked my fingers with his thumb, right there on his chest, against his loudly beating heart.
Eventually, I felt my eyes start to drop. Sleep was claiming me pulling me under, gently but firmly. This beast was comforting me, by holding me and stroking me, and somehow it was working. I guess it was working because I could not push him away. My fist loosened, and my breathing started to even out. I had to act like I had no problem lying with my body on his… or else he would take me against my will.
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Jaden’S POV
She felt so fucking good in my arms. I wasn’t someone who spooned a lady, but I did it for her. Though she was a human, it felt right. The answer in my head was crystal clear.
It was because she was mine.
I hadn’t even fucked her yet, but she was already mine. Right now, holding her—her sleeping on top of me, it felt fucking right.
I just couldn’t wait to plunge inside her core, then fuck her with her hair held in my hands. Fuck her until she knows she belongs to me. When she got mouthy with me, I wanted to haul her over my knees and spank her until she would beg for mercy.
Her life had shattered into a million pieces, by me. A bastard who would go to any extent to get anything he did want.
Right now, I just wanted her to stop trembling and sleep in my arms. I wanted those stress lines off her face. I felt a warm tingling in me as I heard her breathing even out, calm and deep. A while later, I touched her cheek, and when I did, she was obviously asleep, nuzzled into me like she did want to be near me, like some part of her had given in.
I let out a long breath and closed my eyes.