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"Pete?" Surprised, her hands flew out to her chest, protecting her pounding heart.
"Peyton" he immediately responded coldly. "You know whose cell phone this is right?" His hand made a swinging motion when Peyton took a large step backwards.
"Jerry's, yeah I know you know." He answered his own question without waiting for her answer.
"And from that look in your green eyes I can make up you know which clip is playing right?" He added as coldly as the previous words.
Abruptly, Pete got up, scaring Peyton even more, making her fly backwards, her lower back hitting the table. Her eyes widened even more, as her breathing quickened dramatically.
"Don't be scared Peyton." Pete said while nearing Peyton. She couldn't move in any direction anymore, she was trapped. A frightening feeling embraced her tightly, stealing her breath.
"Peyton, baby, you don't have to be scared. It doesn't fit with your lovely, lovely outfit." Pete's hand rose up to caress her smooth cheek. Peyton somewhat flinched at his unexpected touch. But he didn't mind, and he didn't to stop his actions. He brought his face closer to hers while placing his right hand at the back of her head, letting it get lost in the bunch of golden curls. He could feel Peyton's slender body tense up.
"Peyt, I am not mad at you." He said softly, his hot breath tickling her face. "Things like that can happen." He brought his face a few millimetres closer to hers. "It's not so unusual in our world baby." And his lips inched closer. His other hand cupped her cheek.
The tension between the two was almost visible. His familiar touch felt so good, as Peyton began to sense the feelings in her body building. They were forcing her to the edge of self-control, as she could feel herself hanging over the border of that imaginary cliff.
His hot breath warmed her face, his soft touch made shivers run through her body, his eyes burned with passion. With Pete being near, this was so familiar, and Peyton had a certain weakness for the 'familiar' and this felt so good. His hands caressing her skin, his eyes staring so intensely at her, his lips were about to prove the love he had for her and only her.
And that was why this was so wrong, because she had no words of love to return to him. No words to say to him he wanted to hear, that special feeling wouldn't show that used to be there when she spoke words of love to him …
And just that moment, Pete chose to bridge the tiny distance between their lips. A shock of an unknown feeling shot through her body. Immediately Pete ran his tongue over Peyton's lips not to ask, but demand access to the sweetness of her mouth. His body hovered over hers so her back was forced to meet the table again.
Finally, Peyton somehow found the strength to fight back against his demanding touch, as she placed her shaking hands on his chest. He must have noticed what she was about to do because his lips almost immediately flew to 'that' spot on her neck, his warm lips massaging it.
He felt her body weaken in his arms, knowing the power he had over her. He knew every square inch of her body, every single one of her weaknesses, and he knew just what to do with them. Her resistance was as weak as the state of her mind, and it was totally gone when Pete began to nibble on her earlobe.
Peyton's hands flew up dramatically and grabbed for his shirt, pulling him even closer to her body. Pete's smile played hide and seek against the bare skin of her neck, as he placed his arms under her body to lift her up from the table.
Their tongues battled feverish as Pete carried Peyton through the room, right to the big bed. Pete laid her on the bed, and she sank into the soft mattress, the softness making this even more of a dream in Peyton's mind than it already seemed. Her vision began to blur when she saw Pete's fingers unfasten the buttons of his shirt. After a few seconds, it travelled through the air before falling to the ground, his bare tattooed torso and arms were exposed to her.
Hungrily, Pete's talented fingers began to play with the little black buttons of Peyton's pink tank top. He guided her body so that she was sitting up against him, so he could pull the tank top over her head. As soon it was removed Pete gave her no time to even start thinking, attacking her collarbone with fast but intense kisses. Peyton groaned and fell back on the bed, pulling him with her, as her fingers traced patterns on his arms, his tattoos guidelines that she was obligated to follow.
Pete wickedly smiled at her when he saw suppressed desire in her green eyes. He waited a few seconds before he let his lips met hers again. Their tongues danced with each other only a matter of seconds later. Eagerly, their hands roamed over each others bodies, desperately trying to get back underneath each others fingertips. They used to be so passionate, back before everything bad started to happen …
Soon Pete was on top of her, caressing Peyton's beautiful body, making it long even more for him. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, that she shouldn't let Pete take advantage of her temporary physical weakness. That letting this happen to her without fighting back was wrong. Common sense told her that this was unacceptable, she had broken off her relationship with him yesterday.
But the language that her unsatisfied body was more dominating and spoke so much louder than her common sense. So she let him unbridle on her, letting him act like a hungry animal that used her like meat.
His hands disappeared under her tiny black top, massaging her breasts which were still trapped in her lacy bra, making Peyton twist and turn underneath him. Then he let his fingers drop, along with his rough lips. He was worshipping her naked tummy, placing this sweet kisses around her belly button, dipping his tongue into it occasionally. Then his mouth found a sensual place on her upper hip, sucking and nibbling on it, leaving a small love bit on her adored skin.
A trail of lovely but intense kisses were left on her skin when Pete made his way from her flat tummy, over her breast and slender neck to her cheek. Suddenly he began to murmur.
"And I still love you." Pete whispered, his lips travelling all over her pretty face. "After what you did, I still love you." He started his kisses on her forehead, moved over the bridge of her nose, to her lips, lingering there for a heated kiss before straying off to her neck.
"That Jake guy probably wouldn't love you anymore if you kissed another guy." His lips sucked on the place where her jaw and neck met, his right hand was playing with the button of her black trousers while his left hand cupped her left breast, softly kneading it. Peyton gasped desperately for some air to fill her lungs between her various moans of pleasure. Her ears faintly heard what Pete whispered to her but the pleasure her body achieved took over all control. It had been a long time since she had felt that burning feeling 'down there', Peyton had almost forgotten how much she needed that feeling to make herself feel like a complete woman.
She arched her back, into the smouldering touch brought by his gifted hands and talented lips. "And I am absolutely sure that 'he' would never wanted to see you again if he knew you would have cheated on him." The harsh tone of 'he' was like icy wind breaking through the thick walls of her own world, making her shiver in response. "Lucas wouldn't love you anymore."
She gasped for air and those live changing words rolled out her mouth …
"I want to divorce."