Chapter 32 Her innocence
Auren
"I want you to become my boyfriend."
The words take a while before they sink into my skull. Boyfriend? Me? Someone's boyfriend?
The corner of my lips twitches, "Do you know what it means to have a boyfriend? Even at that, with me?"
"So? It's not a big deal, is it? It's just a fling," she shrugs.
The corner of my lips twitches downwards, "What do you know about relationships?"
She bites her lower lip, "They're a lot to handle, and the man could eventually become a dick."
"I already am a dick, and yet you still want to date me? You must be nuts," I throw my head, and a throaty laughter leaves my mouth.
"Don't be delusional," I get to his feet, "I'm not dating you. Ask for something else."
She sucks in her lower lip, and looks somewhere else, "No. That's what I want."
I tsk, and walk back to the bed, "Don't start this. I don't want you clinging to me all the time."
"I don't have to cling to you. I'm not a clingy person," her voice breaks. It seems she suppressed back a violent yell.
"So what do we do? Just stare at each other, and fuck till we can't feel our skin?" I face her, "I doubt that's what you want," I let a smirk creep its way to my face.
Veins pop up all over her neck as she glares at me, "You're making this harder than it should be."
"Because I don't want you to date me obviously," I shrug, "I'm not a good guy."
"How about we set some rules? Or rather add some rules to our contract? We're already living together, we're both adults, soo—" she drawls, interlocking her knuckles.
I stare at her, taken aback. She's fire. She's daring, she's stubborn, and hell too beautiful for her own good. She's pure. She shouldn't be stained by my darkness, so why is she insisting on being with me that way?
"Do you know what it means to date a man of crimes?" I stare intently at her, so much I'm sure I'd pierce her soul.
She shifts her weight, "Yes. Isn't it the same thing as living with you?"
Haa, fuck.
I place a hand over my face, trying to stifle my laughter, "Asha.."
"Let's do it. I won't be a bother, if you aren't a bother to me," she replies.
I raise my head, intending to say something. She gets up from the couch, and walks towards the bed.
"Is it a deal?" She slightly tilts her head.
"No."
"Don't be a hard nut now, or are you shy?" A mischievous smirk lights up her face.
She's now standing in front of me, that annoying smirk still plastered on her face.
"You're scared, aren't you?" She leans forward.
Oh, young lady you're getting too bold.
"No, I'm not. The one who should be scared is you," I roll my eyes, "Leave me alone. I want to sleep," I shift my butt backwards ready to lie down, but this little lady has other plans.
She springs forward and lands on me, her legs trapping my body.
"I've never been in a relationship before, and I want to know how it feels like!" She places her hands on the sides of my head.
Tingly sensations prick my chest, and spread to my dick.
"Asha.." my voice turns hoarse.
"What?" Her voice drops to a daring tone.
"You should get off me. We don't want things to escalate," I warn her. More like I'm restraining myself.
"Nothing is going to escalate. I'm just asking you to say yes," she leans closer, her huge breasts dangling close to my chest.
Her warmth is so tempting, I just want to wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her chest— but that would be such a creepy thing to do.
I bite my lower lip, and look elsewhere. Anywhere else but her ethereal face.
"What's your reply? Will you be my boyfriend?" She presses on.
"No," I reply firmly.
"Come on."
"No Asha. That's final, now please get off—"
Her tiny hands cup my face, slowly making me face her. Her heterochromic eyes burn into mine so intently, waiting for an answer.
I briefly close my eyes to regulate my boiling blood that threatens to leak out through my dick if I don't do something quick.
"We can talk about this tomorrow, I want to—"
Her hands drop to my chest, and she finally leans in till there's no breathing space between us, "Will a kiss change your mind?"
My eyes almost blow out of my skull at that question.
This is getting too far. She's forgotten who she's talking to.
"A kiss—"
Her pillowy tongue interrupts my sentence, finding its way into my mouth.
A small sound escapes her pretty mouth as she slips into my mouth. Not exactly one of pleasure, but surprise. Instead of her pulling away when she still has time, she doesn't.
Her tongue dances in my mouth clumsily, seeking for a partner.
A cocktail of heat, and sweetness rushes down my spine as one of my hands cups her small back, and the other goes to entangle her hair.
I deepen the kiss.
My heart hammers until it's threatening to burst out of my sizzling chest. Every inch of my body feels like it's on fire as her clumsy tongue keeps moving against mine.
Her warmth is so intoxicating, it makes me wrap a leg around her waist. My dick twitches in response, and I almost grind against her core.
I suck on her tongue, slow and deep, swallowing that little surprised moan she makes. She tastes so fucking sweet it messes with my head. My other hand presses harder against her back, pulling her body tighter against mine until I can feel the softness of her breasts crushing against my chest.
She whimpers into my mouth again, but this time it's not from surprise, it's needy. Her small hands slide up my chest and wrap around my neck. Her tongue gets a little braver, dancing with mine, still messy but so eager it makes my dick twitch in my pants.
"Auren," she moans my name breathlessly in between the kiss, and— oh help me moon goddess, I want to pin this little lady, and fuck her till she can't walk or remember who she is.
The heat in my veins is becoming too unbearable. I want relief, any form of relief, but I can't do that, not with her.
I can't steal her innocence. My dark self doesn't deserve that.
I gently pull away from her mouth, and help her roll off my hard body.
"Goodnight Asha," I force myself to leave the bed and walk out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Her sweet, breathless voice asks.
"Somewhere I won't harm you," I reply hoarsely.
"But you aren't supposed to stay away for more than three hours," she argues.
"I'll be fine," I push the door open, and walk out.
I actually won't be, but it's better than doing something stupid.