Page 12 of Under My Bed

"And I don't give a shit," I growled while eying her hungrily.

One big step was all it took to fully back her up against the shower wall, where I caged her in between my arms. "The only thing disgusting about you is how little you think of yourself, how you put yourself down, how you keep trashing this beautiful body of yours along with your attempts to change it, and I was going to add in the fact that you are a feeble human, but that's not fair to you because you can't change that fact."

"But—"

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Fed up, I leaned down and kissed her hard with a deep groan. Pressing my body fully into her, I fully sandwich her between me and the wall before grabbing her hips and pressing them into me so that she could feel the raging hard-on I had. "I may be a demon and fucked up, but disgusting things don't turn me on." Carefully, I rolled my hips into hers, running my covered length—I always kept the lower half of my body covered with makeshift shadow bottoms or a shadowy mist—against her puffy pussy lips. "This is what your wonderful body does to me."

Running a hand up her body, I grabbed her face, "This cute, round face with the softest cheeks." Then, I trail my hands down to her small breasts and grope one, "These cute little tits." Groaning, I slowly ran my hand along the curve of her waist and rested it on her love handle, "These fucking curves and grabbable hips. You have any idea how many times they've plagued my mind?"

Sucking in a sharp breath through my gritted teeth, I slipped both my hands around her back to her ass. "And this juicy fat ass of yours, fuck, it drives me crazy watching this squeezable and slappable ass jiggle with every step you take. And when you wear those jeans." I had to pause to let out a guttural groan. "Fuck." Recollecting myself, I lean down and rest my forehead against hers before looking deeply into her darkened eyes with my own. "Then these thighs of yours, so plush and soft, so perfect."

Hooking my hands under her thighs, I hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then, just as she opened her mouth, I silenced her before she could get a chance to utter a single sound. My lips descended on her in a devouring kiss full of unbridled lust. Her muffled protests hit my tongue as I invaded her mouth and took claim to every inch of her. "I am going to show you just how much I love this fucking body of yours," I growled against her lips before going back to kissing her hotly.

"A body like yours deserves to be worshiped and loved, not berated and hated. Those people who make fun of you, tell you to shave a few pounds off, say unsavory things, all of them, they need to all fuck off, and you need to tell them to fuck off because you are perfect just the way you are."

13

Stella

I always had issues with my own body growing up, and I still did.

Call me a hypocrite because I rave to my clients about loving themselves and all that shit, but I never could bring myself to that point. I didn't hate my body, just a very strong dislike. I didn't like my thick thighs, my little stomach pudge that always muffin topped over my pants, the same stomach that gave me soft rolls, and I really disliked my ass that I could never fit into jeans.

"Kastoron." My fear chilled the air as I looked up at him. "I don't know if I can do this," I admitted shamefully, turning my head away as I tried to dislodge myself from him.

Much to my surprise, his grip on me tightened, and the shadows under us rose and wrapped around our bodies, anchoring me to him. "I can smell your arousal and feel your heat. If you're afraid that I will be rough, then I can assure you I won't. I am going to adore and spoil your body." Well, wasn't that just sweet of him.

Sighing heavily, I shook my head, still refusing to meet his gaze and taking an interest in counting the tiles of my shower instead. "It's not that I'm not turned on and don't want you… It's just… I can't… I just… Can you just please put me down Kassie, please?"

For a demon, he was drop-dead gorgeous and sexy as fuck; even a blind person could see that. Kastoron's athletic, muscular body was built for sin. I loved how he wasn't overly bulky or muscular, just toned enough to where the outlines of his muscles were almost a soft touch to his body. For a demon, he looked real.

He felt real enough to. I couldn't help myself from reaching out and tracing the contours of his muscles, starting from his collarbone to those lovely pectorals of his down to the deadly six-pack abs. Then, oh Lordy, his v-line was to die for with how perfect the dip led to his illegal tool.

I wanted him, I really did, as crazy as that sounded, but I didn't want to be hurt or ruin this growing relationship of ours–whatever this fucking relationship was. And no, I wasn't talking about the awkward after-sex relationship. I didn't want to have sex with him because sex wasn't fun.

"Oh, come on, please don't tell me you're one of those wait-until-marriage kind of person?" Kastoron scoffed with a roll of his eyes as he released the shadows from around us. "But no, I won't put you down right now."

Then, despite my protests, he removed us from the shower and took me to bed, where he—surprisingly—gently laid me down. I didn't appreciate the fact my sheets were now soaked because of our wet bodies, but I couldn't make my displeasure known to him because his lips distracted me.

"Answer my questions, doll." He muttered against my lips after breaking the heated kiss.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned my head away from him to hide my reddening face. "I-it's not what you think. I'm not a virgin or someone who wants to wait until marriage, no… It's just… I don't find sex good, and it's painful." That was the embarrassing truth to it all.

Glancing up at Kastoron, I frowned and worried my bottom lip between my teeth as I waited for his mocking laughter or some kind of equal response. Instead, the look of amusement that quickly turned into a concerned one surprised me.

Letting out a deep breath, he sits up entirely and pulls me into his lap as he leans his back against the wall. "What do you mean, Stella?" His dexterous fingers rake through my wet strands, separating them.

"Sex just doesn't feel good. I don't know how else to put it." I really didn't because even my own body confused me. "Like it's fine all up until the actual sex part usually, but sometimes it's the in-between stuff, too." The thought of my past experiences flashing through my mind sent a shiver of disgust down my spine.

"Stella, doll, talk to me. Explain it as best as you can." His deep, raspy voice was so tender that it was hard not to melt into him.

My stomach churned until dinner threatened to come back up. "I don't know… It's just sometimes, with kissing and foreplay, it feels fine, but I guess I get cold feet or something when it comes to having a dick shoved in me. The few times I did have sex, it just felt raw and painful, and it just made me feel so icky in my chest." I wish I could offer him a better answer, but that was all I could manage of the truth.

"Sounds like you didn't have much luck in partners then." His dry chuckle only made the sick feeling in my stomach worse for some odd reason. I think he caught onto my discomfort because his face softened again with grave concern.

Those enchanting red-amber eyes of his morphed into a harsh rage as he studied me closely. "Wait, were you raped?" He seethed through clenched teeth.

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