Owen 484

Owen

I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing here. Hours maybe? Has to be, considering it’s been dark for a long time. The moon moving through the sky while the stars twinkle is the only light I have.

My princess ran away from me and put a barrier between us. The white painted door has been my only view for however long she’s been in there hiding from me since I fucked up.

Fuck, why the hell did I kiss her? I swore to myself I would never burden her with my feelings for her. Yet here I am breaking every rule I’ve ever given myself. I touched her, I tasted her. It was wrong, it was vile, it was fucking exquisite. My cock thickens in my pants at the memory, and a growl rips from my chest. I pace in front of her door to expel the excess energy rolling through me, but it does nothing to dispel my thoughts.

She kissed me back.

The unwanted thought worms its way into my consciousness, and my heart starts pounding. I can’t let those thoughts linger, except… she did kiss me back. I felt it. The way she dug her claws into me and pulled me in, her body melting into mine .

Maybe that’s why she ran. Maybe… she’s afraid of her feelings as much as I’m afraid of mine. That train of thought tumbles head over feet until every impulse I’ve repressed is roaring. The carefully constructed wall I built crumbles until I no longer have a good reason to stay away from her. Her lips on mine shattered my reality. Shattered everything I thought I could be to her. Shattered the lie that she isn’t mine .

Everything’s changed.

My pacing comes to a stop with the groundbreaking epiphany, and I stare at her door once more. The overwhelming urge to check on her has been riding me all night. Hence why I’ve been standing here since that fuckboy left. That is a whole other problem I will have to deal with. I don’t like the way he talked to her or looked at her. He has to go. She called him a friend, which he didn’t seem to agree with. Too bad. Kyrie is mine . With that thought, I swallow down every lick of common sense I have and place my hand on the door handle. It gives under the weight of my hand, and I slip into her bedroom without a sound.

After closing the door behind me, I move to stand by her bed. The room is dark except for the soft glow the moon casts through the window over her sleeping form. Kyrie’s dirty-blonde hair fans out in a halo around her head. She’s turned over almost to her back, one leg bent under her while the top one is straight. Her T-shirt from earlier is the only clothing she wears. Her creamy thighs on display make my mouth water, and the hardened points of her nipples peaking her shirt have my cock thickening again.

Desire and possessiveness drive me forward, and I lean over to trail my fingers up her thighs. She shivers under my touch, and I lower myself down until I’m perched on the bed next to her. I slide my fingers up under her shirt, dragging the material up to reveal her lace-clad pussy. A groan escapes me, and I freeze when she shifts in her sleep. She settles again almost instantly, so I push her shirt up higher, revealing her supple breasts, then lose all control and capture a rosy bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue and flicking the hardened peak. Before I can think, I’ve cupped her other one in my hand, rolling her nipple between my fingers while I lavish this one with my tongue. Her back arches ever so slightly so she can meet my mouth. I release her nipple with a pop, then after ensuring she’s still fast asleep, I switch and give the other the same treatment.

When I’m satisfied with that, I lean back and stare at the way her chest rises and falls with her panting. Her legs shift in her sleep as arousal courses through her. I wonder .

I shouldn’t, it’s beyond wrong, but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I scoot down the bed and place my hands on her thighs. With careful movements, I spread her legs, revealing the wet spot on her panties. Before I can think twice, a groan slips free and I bend down to inhale the scent of her arousal. Her hips buck upward, seeking more as I place a gentle kiss to her clit through her panties. I oblige.

I kiss her again and again, licking up her center over the lace covering her, and she moans. I can’t stop myself. Gently easing my finger under the soaked material, I move it to the side, revealing her perfect, pink pussy. My cock throbs in my pants at the glistening arousal coating her lips. Flattening my tongue against her, I lick through her folds, gathering her cream on my tongue. I moan against her, already addicted to her taste as I go back for more. Working my tongue through her folds and exploring every inch of her, memorizing her body. I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hips buck up again. Swirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves, she gyrates, grinding into my face. I drag my tongue down again, dipping deep into her opening and tasting her thoroughly. She gushes more arousal all over my face, and I groan, my cock so hard it hurts in my pants.

She’s close, and I want to see her face when she falls apart. I lean up, easing the tip of my finger inside of her but freeze when I feel resistance. Looking down, I realize I’m barely past the first knuckle .

Then it hits me. A feral sound rumbles my chest; my princess is still a virgin. My cock throbs, and I grind into her bed. Knowing no one has touched my princess, that no one will touch her, satisfies the beast inside of me. Kyrie will only ever know my touch. I’ll make sure of it.

Easing my finger back out, I capture her clit with my teeth again and suck. My fingers massage her sopping opening, and I continue to grind into the bed. Honestly, it’s a wonder she hasn’t woken, but even if she did, I don’t think I’d stop. I need my girl to come.

I continue to lap at her, my fingers working her folds until she arches her back with a groan, the sexiest breath of a sigh leaves her lips as she collapses back down, and her body twitches with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I lick around her a few more times, cleaning her release from her before settling her panties back in place. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath in her sleep, but I can’t help but feel a primal satisfaction at what I did for her.

Getting up from the bed, my pants are uncomfortably tight. My cock aching in my need for her. I’m not surprised. I’ve had dangerous feelings for Kyrie for a long time. They’ve only grown as she’s gotten older. Recently, with her dating , they’ve boarded on obsessive. Now, there’s no border. She’s my sole obsession .

Shit between us just became more complicated. Because I’m never letting her go.