The Trauma I Went Through

Chapter 6

Stone's POV

I kissed back with the same intensity she was giving me.

I placed both of my hands on her waist, pulling her body into mine.

I bit her lip, demanding entrance. "Stone." She moaned.

Hearing her call for me, made my cock began to harden. I slipped my tongue into her and I began to explore her mouth.

She stood on her tippy toes placing both of her hands on my cheek.

I gripped her harder, prolonging this feeling.

I picked her up, with both of my hands under her thighs, walking to the bed.

When I arrived in front of the bed, I gently laid her down on it, breaking the kiss in the process.

I looked at her for a moment. I never thought I would have her this close by.

She looked beautiful.

She began fumbling the sheets, leaning on her elbows, looking at me.

I leaned towards her, giving her a peck on the lips.

I stared deep into her eyes.

I began giving her kisses all over her face.

She began laughing, trying to hide her face: "Stop."

She continue laughing: "Stone, stop it."

"Give me a kiss and I will." I grinned at her.

She gave me a quick peck.

I let my body fall on her, laying between her legs, but I made sure not to crush her with my weight.

She automatically circled her legs around my waist.

She reached both of her hands on my hair and began to play with it, while looking into my eyes.

"You're beautiful." I said.

"Stop it." She replied.

"What? You are." I repeated.

She bit her lip.

"You drive me crazy." I hovered over her lips, kissing her on the mouth.

"Stay with me, tonight." I said in between the kissing.

"Will you?" I stopped the kiss, looking at her.

She nodded.

I put a strand of her hair in front of her face, behind her ear.

I began tracing my thumb along her underlip.

"Why do they call you Stone?"

I looked at her lips.

"I kill people without caring about it after." I saw her lips freeze.

"Do you kill innocent people?" I nodded.

'Yes.' But I couldn't bear to say it.

"No."

I couldn't tell her.

I don't want her to know that I do. So I lied. I didn't want to see the disappointment across her face.

I felt her hand on my cheek, caressing there.

"Hey. You're not bad you know that? A bad person wouldn't have made sure I got clothes, food and made sure I felt safe. Bad people are scary. I'm not scared of you."

"You make me feel safe." She muttered.

"I'm not going to call you Stone anymore. Enzo."

Her saying my real name was melodious. She was a good person thrown into a world full of bad people.