English is not my first language - expect mistakes / I'm not a good writer
His touch is gentle... so gentle, you don't know whether to love it or not.
Jurion always treats you like you're a fragile easy to break porcelain doll.
The smile on his lips isn't genuine... you don't believe it anymore after he's locked you up here. Yes, he makes sure all your needs are met, all of them, except one.. The one you yearn the most.
"Why the frown? Don't you like me to style your hair like this..?"
"And here I am, refusing to work just to spend more time with you, and this is your kind response?"
His voice is calm, and you can hear the smile in it. The smile that never leaves his face when he's around you...
The one you both hate and love.
You refuse to look at him, turning your face away, showing that you don't want him there...
He would have left, but... he didn't. Not this time.
He's tired of this game of tug-of-war.
His arms wrap around your torso from behind where he sat on the bed. His arms are strong, they don't let go. It's one of those times when it's clear he won't accept no.
But he's gentle, though..
He presses his face slowly against the back of your neck, his nose against your bare skin as he closes his eyes. He remains still and says nothing.
Normally, this silence would be unsettling, but right now he's simply lost in the moment. He wants to feel some peace, even though he knows he's bothering you a little.
But also he can feel the heat increasing in your body. Sometimes too observant..
His angles his face, a gentle brush of his lips on your pulse point..
"I love you, you know that right?.."
And again.. Those three words.
You know that they're a mix of truth and manipulation by now.. He never choose one side.
But even though.. You couldn't help but feel weak in knees at that sentence. Every time.
He smiled a bit, lifting his head from your shoulder a bit, enough to kiss your cheek, as his fingers trailed gentle patterns on your stomach through the fabric of your dress (he made you wear)..
"I will take your silence as 'yes', then.."
He pressed his face in your neck again, inhaling the scent. And feeling his own cheeks heating a bit as he pressed another kiss on the skin there..
And another.. Another... Then another...
His lips gently moving against your skin, from your neck up to your jawline. Nipping slightly, making your breath hitch.
His large hand gently held your waist. His mouth trailed down your neck again as he pulled your collar aside with his free hand, exposing more skin, exposing the spot where your neck and shoulder meets.
You winced slightly, pulling away a bit when he bit hard.
He said with a small 'apologetic' smile as he touched his lips slightly, as if savoring the taste.
You scooted away, taking advantage when his arms freed you. Popping down so that you were laying instead of sitting now, with your head against the soft pillows.
Your moment of peace lasted only for one or two seconds before you felt his arms around you again, hugging you..
He made that innocent big eyes look. Knowing how it affected on you.
He smiled at that. His legs tangling with yours gently, hugging you and squeezing you in his arms like a kid would with their favorite toy.
it's almost impossible to fight with him. Almost.
He pressed another gentle kiss on your neck before lifting his head a bit.
You look back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes meet. And you fail to notice the shadows on the floor moving..
"No no, you're definitely cold. I think I need to warm you up a bit.."
And only then you realized, by the smirk on his lips and also the mattress dipping slightly.
You turn your head forward, and he has his clone already clinging to you.
Now you have two of him. Great. You couldn't get over one and he already created a clone.
He only chuckled, pressing his mouth against your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. While the fake one leaned closer to your face.
He has the same face, same features, the same annoying smirk as the real one too. Jurion is really talented..
Before you could say anything else, the bastard in front, kisses you on the lips. While the one behind, bites at your shoulder.
You feel your face heating and reddening as he touches you. He, or maybe they.
His lips moves slowly, softly, but clearly deepening the kiss by gently licking your lower lip and nipping at it.
Hands behind grabs your waist, and pulls your lower half against his own, pressing forward slowly, making you feel his growing need.
Say yes, he will do it. Say no, he will convince you one way or another.
