Sinful

After a moment, I hear her sweet voice again. “Romain?”

“Yes,” I blink and look at her.

She frowns. “You fell asleep.”

“Shut up and come here,” I say, opening my arm to her. She crawls to where I am and drops her head on my chest, curling into me. She smells freshly showered, of vanilla and floral scents. I bury my nose in her slightly damp hair and drift off to the sound of her breathing.

It’s dark when she wakes me up. It’s always fucking dark because she never lets me lie in.

“Romain, it’s almost time for you to go.”

“Five more minutes,” I mumble.

The lamp flicks on, flooding the room, burning my retinas off. She pokes me in the ribs. “You need to go,” she hisses.

“Jesus Christ. What are you doing to me?” I drag my heavy lids open and look around. I’m still in my school uniform. Fuck, I must have passed out. Bella is pressed up tight against me, her ass snug against my dick which is waking up too.

I kiss the back of her neck, pulling her lithe body against mine. She squirms, driving me nuts.

I bite her ear and then lick the back of her neck, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing?” she hisses.

“Waking up,” I mutter at her.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Coming over every night and passing out, and then fucking me raw in the morning.”

“Stop fucking worrying,” I say, scooting her closer. I slip my hands down the front of her PJs, squeezing her tits, dipping my fingers inside where she’s wet and warm.

“No, there’s no time. It’s almost six,” she exclaims.

I grind myself on her luscious ass, losing myself in the softness of her skin and the way her body responds to me. I need her now. She’s like a fucking drug.

“Romain, stop. You need to go. The sports teams are waking up for training.”

“I don’t care,” I say to her, turning her face to mine so I can ram my tongue into that sweet mouth. I shove my fingers between her folds, making her pant and gasp while I devour her lips in mine. She bites down hard enough that I jerk back in pain and the taste of metal fills my mouth.

“Get out,” she pants. “Or I won’t let you stay over again.”

I glare at her, licking the blood from my lips. Fucking bitch.

The noise of a delivery van outside her apartment breaks the spell.

I give her a dark smile and get up. I’m straining in my trousers when I force myself out of her warm and inviting bed to grab my blazer and my bag. She looks fucking wanton still lying there between the sheets. I’ve been hunting high and low for her damn cat, the least she could do was let me sleep or slip inside her. I’ll take either right now. It’s taking everything in me not to make her pay for that.

I will later.

She’ll pay dearly.