Evelyn
"Was I too hard on you?" He murmured, tracing his fingertips lightly along my spine while we lay tangled in the bedsheets, the early morning sunlight peeking through the thick clouds, indicating that Jacob and I had wasted the entire night together.
Well, not wasted. Despite the lingering sensation that made walking seem challenging for the next few days, the experience was incredible. He indeed made me feel like a virgin all over again.
"No," I replied, nuzzling into his neck as our naked bodies entwined under the duvet. "You were..." I paused, a smile gracing my lips as I found the perfect word. "Just you."
"Your words make me want to fuck you again, Evie," he sighed, drawing me closer until I was resting on top of him, causing a gasp to escape my lips.
"Goodness, Jacob! Can't you stop treating me like I weigh nothing? I am not an object!” I attempted to shift away, but his arms around my waist halted my movement.
"You're not an object, but I'll agree on one thing," a mischievous grin formed on his face. "You're as weightless as a pigeon's feather."
"Hey! It's not me; it's you!" I jabbed at his chest with my index finger. "You're just too solid, that's why you feel nothing."
"I refuse to fathom the logic in that, Evelyn," he chuckled, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"You don't need logic, silly! Just believe what I'm saying."
He responded with a soft hum, but his gaze seemed elsewhere.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Make sure to cover this up when you're around Samuel and Clara. He'll unleash a barrage of curses if he sees these marks," Jacob said, gently tracing his fingers over the marks he left on my neck before planting soft kisses on them, clearly paying no heed to my words.
"Seriously?" A frown etched itself on my face. "I was in the middle of talking, you fucking jerk!" I firmly slapped his chest and he ended up releasing a quiet groan.
Yes, I meant it to sting. He deserved that for ignoring me.
"That hurt, baby,” he said, looking at me, then taking my hand and placing it where I'd just hit him. "Kiss it better."
"Kiss it better? My ass!" I tried to pull away, but he being the sly devil, cupped my ass, preventing my escape as he forced me to stay still.
"What...what are you doing?!" I sputtered in surprise, shooting him a bewildered look.
"If you don't heal my wound, I might have to... entertain myself otherwise, Evelyn," his tone sent shivers down my body, despite it being less than an hour since we'd last had sex, “And I’d very much like to fuck this ass.”
"Wound?" I looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. "Where's the wound? I don't see it." I found myself torn between getting upset with him or chuckling at his antics. A smile was already threatening to surface on my face.
"It's under my skin, baby," he claimed with an air of seriousness that was utterly fabricated, "Now, come on, heal my wound."
"And how exactly do I attend to this 'invisible' wound?" I asked, unable to stifle a giggle. "Should I blow on it?"
"That's up to you," he replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"Fine then," I suppressed a smile as I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his chest, “Any better?"
"It's improved a tad, but it's not quite there yet.”
"You're something else," I chuckled, leaning in again to kiss his chest once more. "How about now?"
"Well, it still doesn't—"
Aware that he wouldn't easily concede, I didn't waste time and kissed him. Our lips melded together seamlessly, as they always did. I kissed him, and Jacob responded with a smile against my lips before kissing me back.
I knew it. That was precisely what he wanted.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair as he drew me nearer, relishing the moment. Eventually, we parted, blaming the lack of oxygen; otherwise, I was convinced we could have kissed till the end of time if it weren’t that case.
"Is your 'wound' all healed up now?" I asked, a smile impossible to suppress.
"Completely," he grinned, leaning in to peck my lips. "God, I love you."
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