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There’s no hesitation now. There’s no gentle energy like there was last night. He wants me, and I want him, and we both fully understand that. A few nights ago I questioned if this would ever happen again, and now I know if I had even spoken that out loud to him he probably would have laughed. Looking back on it I want to laugh.

Bellamy brings his hands to my throat, the warm skin wrapping around it before moving up the side to hold my face. His hands explore, always thorough. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I moan as he kisses me, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. He pulls on the shirt I wear, his shirt on my body.

“Can I have this back momentarily?” His voice is low.

“Momentarily,” I warn him, and he tugs on the material pulling it over my head, and my hands are greedy as they take his off just the same, revealing his taut muscles I might never get used to looking at.

Well, I have to. I have to get used to this, to him.

He grabs my jaw, turning my head up to the ceiling as he attacks my neck with his lips. He kisses me harshly, and his hands move around my body, taking their time to find the waistband of the sweatpants I wear. He pushes them down greedily and brings his hands back to my ass as I kick off the pants. He lifts me, his hands firm on my backside, my legs latching around him, not an ounce of fear that I’m too heavy for the football player.

I arch my back against the door the minute he bites, and sucks on my neck, my breath hitching in my throat. It drives me insane to feel his smile on my body, my neck, my lips, wherever it may be. I know he’s grinning out of cockiness. Because he feels good knowing it’s him who makes me moan, and react, and I’m far too invested in these moments to be annoyed by it. The way he kisses me wherever his lips are found I know the feeling will be a hard one to forget. The way our tongues tangle, and our body heat transfers.

He pushes himself hard into me, and I feel him, I feel how hard he is, and I look down between us, and then at him, his eyes hungry, wild. His hair is disheveled, and his lips are swollen from the harsh kisses. He’s pretty when he’s breathless. He’s pretty when he doesn’t try to be. I take my legs from around him and slid my way down so my feet were touching the floor again. My hands leave from around his neck and go to his chest, and then the waistband of the shorts he wears. I tug on them and push him back, our bodies continuing to touch. I palm him, his hard length pressing against his briefs, and he grabs my wrist, moving my hands from him.

“If you don’t stop doing that-”

“I know the repercussions, and I want all of them,” I take my hands from his grip.

He sits himself down on the bed, and I climb on top of him not bothering to take anything else off.

“Condom?” He asks, and I lean over without removing myself from him.

I pull one out of the package in my bedside drawer. He doesn’t question it once as he rips it open. We both pull his briefs, and he puts the condom on. His eyes find mine, and before he can even ask, I speak.

“Yes I want you, I’m positive...” My breath is ragged and completely uncontrolled.

I push my underwear to the side, and he places himself. I revel in the feeling of him once again. This time feeling different as I sit on him, filling myself fully this time. He holds me tight, his hands spread across my lower back, his breath rattling his chest as I lay him back, and come down with him.

“This is okay? Me on top again?” My breath is heavy.

“There’s not enough time in the day to have you in every way I would like Kamryn, but you like this is one of those ways.”

I feel my stomach tighten. I move myself not talking but feeling everything as I ride him, his hands moving up my thighs, and around to my ass. He watches me silently, his eyes tight on my body, my face, every inch of me. His stare is like a wrecking ball, it crashes through you and turns everything inside to ruin, that’s what he’s doing right now. I lean down, bringing my lips to his, wanting to feel him everywhere, not just in one place.

So much feeling crashes into me as he wraps his arms around me, similar to a hug, pulling me into him as he moves his hips instead of me moving mine. His body rubs against mine, a sweet spot, and perfect friction. I kiss him slowly, my lips writing poetry on his. He indulges in every slow, savory kiss, his hands holding me like our lives depended on it, and I don’t care if he can feel my rapid heart but it’s beside the point. It doesn’t matter if the entire apartment hears it, or the entire world. He feels good. He feels heavenly pushing in and out of me slowly just like our kisses, filling me fully every time.

I whimper into his mouth, feelings crashing into my chest, and pleasure hitting my core deeply. I squeeze my eyes tight and turn my head down as white hot euphoria ripples through me. I feel it coming, and I whimper again, the feeling of him inside me almost too much for my chest to handle. It’s more than sexual pleasure, it’s far more than that, and I’m panting now.

He kisses my forehead, his hand lacing through my hair as he moves inside of me, his hips perfectly slow. I moan out, waves of pleasure hitting me faster until they break down every wall, my body fully giving in to my orgasm. I moan, and he leans up, turning me over so my back meets the sheets.

His hips are faster, and I feel everything more intense now. He holds himself up, each hand on each side of my face. He speeds his movements, and I watch as his brows furrow, pinching together. I reach forward, my hand holding his face. My lips parted, my breath still rapid as he moves, and I can’t help but pull him down. Our lips crash together, and he pulls my bottom lips between his teeth, a moan leaving his lips, our foreheads resting against each other as he reaches the peak of his high.

“Fuck Kamryn,” His words are sloppy, and I smile as he slows his pace, my chest still feeling that heavy unyielding feeling as before.

He kisses my cheek, my neck, and my face all over. He pulls out of me and then pulls me up with him.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask as he throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

My laughter is hardly stoppable at this point. He reaches into the open bedside table drawer, grabbing a handful of condoms.

“I told you there wasn’t enough time in a day... And the day isn’t over yet,” He tells me and heads to my bathroom. He doesn’t let my feet touch the ground before he kisses me again, his mouth just as hungry as before, but playful, just like his movements. The comfort between us has returned because Bellamy now knows my body, and my mind too. There’s simply one thing he hasn’t figured out yet, and that’s my heart, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever let him at this point.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

MEDICINE BY LEVI RANSOM

I wakeup with what feels like a warm hug wrapped all the way around me, and my first instinct is to panic. But then I remember last night, Bellamy. I asked him to stay, and he did, and he’s mentally stable unlike me, and won’t run away in the morning. So he’s here, and we’re cuddling, which is a weird word to me. Not only that but it feels weird that I like it so much. It’s almost like a weighted blanket.

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