The third came as a shock to her. Everything had been calm, they'd been having a normal conversation, about what to have for breakfast to be exact. When he'd back her up against the kitchen wall, and pinned her hands above her head. There was a roughness about the situation, and she okay with it. He wouldn't hurt her. That was one thing she was positive of. Bellamy wouldn't hurt her, if anything he'd probably attempt to lock her away in a castle somewhere to keep her safe from the world, including her parents, who while they loved her, were too judgemental towards this choice.
His lips descended on hers but they didn't stay there long, small tiny kisses along the jawline, that lead to her neck, she'd never known how enticing this could be, though she'd heard the stories. It was a strange sensation, his lips resting at the base of her neck, teeth nibbling ever so lightly, dragging across her skin, only to be soothed by the sensation of his tongue swirling over the slightly agitated flesh. It was a cycle, he sucked, he nibbled, he grazed, then he provided relief. And it was dizzying.
She wondered if he was enjoying this half as much as she was, her legs growing weak beneath her, she was sure this was exactly what he wanted. And it didn't take much time for a breathy moan to escape her lips at the constant attention, that trailed from her neck to her shoulder, and kept going.