“You do?” I asked seriously. I wasn’t sure if she was still teasing or being for real. However, I realized that the sudden intimacy between us had completely broken down our barriers, since it was now openly obvious that we both desperately wanted each other. At least for her, I was sure that my cock throbbing against her ass made that pretty clear.
Gabriella nodded slowly, looking at me passionately. “Yes, your innocence and inexperience is hot.” She paused. “Although, the one guy I did seriously date was older, so it might be more accurate to say that I like it that you, specifically, are younger than me.” She then glanced away, seeming pensive. “Maybe this is shallow, but I think it’s because you’re sort of supernatural. I’m just a normal person, so being older than you makes me feel like I’m your equal in a way. Like, you can obviously do things I can’t, so if I was younger too, then…” Her voice trailed off.
“You’d feel inferior?” I guessed.
She focused on me, only for her emerald gaze to become longing again. “No, not inferior exactly. More like, I’d feel like a kid — like a dependent, because you were ahead of me in every way possible, with no chance for me to catch up.” She paused. “Does that make sense? Basically, with you being younger, I instead feel more like the adult — like there is a way in which I can take care of you, instead of you always taking care of me.” She then stopped to examine my expression. “That doesn’t sound creepy, does it?”
I shook my head. “No, I think I get it. I was just trying to imagine it from your point of view, if the roles were flipped. Although, I think I would feel inferior if I was both younger and normal, like I’d always just be a burden to you.”
She nodded. “That’s sort of what I mean, actually. I’d feel guilty, I think, always feeling like I couldn’t really contribute to the relationship. Instead, I feel like being older and having more experience with life, especially as an adult, allows me to be able to benefit you…take care of you…be the superior one, essentially, since there are ways in which I’ll never measure up to you.”
I buried my face against her chest again, as I realized that I’d probably feel like she was superior no matter what. “I’ll always feel like you’re over me,” I admitted out loud.
“Why is that?” she asked curiously.
Sighing, I replied. “Because there’s one way in which I’m extremely vulnerable — one thing you have complete control of.”
“The fact I can make you transform?” she wondered quietly.
“Oh…” I paused. “I guess there’s that too.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I should have just let you finish. What were you going to say?”
I shook my head against her heavy breasts, trying to swallow the lump in my throat as I prepared myself for what I was going to say. I knew my hormones and throbbing cock were significantly affecting my thoughts right now, but that didn’t stop me from telling her how I felt in the moment.
“It’s fine. What I was referring to is you,” I admitted. “I desperately want you, but I can only have you if you allow me to. So, it’s in that way that I’ll always feel like you’re over me. Because you control the fulfillment of that vulnerable desire within me…”
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, apparently not expecting that to be what I meant. She then immediately hugged my head more tightly. “Kai, sorry if this is too soon, but…” She took a deep breath. “I really love you.”
“I love you too, Gabriella,” I whispered back, wanting to shove my cock in her pussy so bad. Instead, I just tightened my embrace a little. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
I felt like all of this was happening way too fast, wondering if Gabriella’s traumatic experience was causing her to latch onto me faster than a normal person would. Granted, I couldn’t deny that she’d apparently been interested for a while now, nor could I deny that my own feelings might be based on more than her physical appearance, even despite my level of arousal right now.
At the very least, even if I only wanted to fuck her hot body, I felt like I could still say I loved her. It might not be as meaningful as when I said it to my sister, or when a married couple said it to each other, but my infatuation and lust had to be called something. So why not love?
And I could honestly say that I liked her. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really was taking advantage of her, considering she’d been through so much in the last twelve hours. Would she really feel the same way in the morning?
As much as I wanted her right now, I didn’t want to have my heart ripped out when she realized she overreacted in the heat of the moment, even if her supposed love was more established than my own. Granted, it wasn’t like we could do anything anyway. No way in hell was I going to fuck Gabriella with my sister right upstairs.
Shit, if Serenity saw a monster with gray skin, white hair, and yellow eyes fucking her best friend, she might shoot me! Like, actually shoot me with her gun!
And even if she didn’t, my life would probably fall apart in so many ways.
Sighing, I pulled out the blanket from behind me, letting it fall to the floor. Gabriella leaned away slightly, wondering what I was doing. However, before she could ask, I scooped her up in my arms and twisted around on the couch, lying her down.
I then reached up to turn off the lamp, before lying down next to her, pressing against her tightly, so that we could both fit. I then gently moved my arm underneath her head for her to use as a pillow. My mouth was now barely a couple inches away from her full lips, a slight shine on them from her lip gloss, and I could feel the entirety of her silk-covered body pressed against my own. Within a matter of seconds, we had our legs intertwined with each other, forcing my rock-hard cock against her pelvis tightly.
At first, I watched as her eyes searched for my face in the dark, trying desperately to see me. I was glad there was a light on in the kitchen, because once her eyes slowly adjusted she began eyeing me with renewed passion.
After a moment, I finally reached behind me to grab the blanket off the floor and throw it over us.
Satisfied, I met her gaze. The passion in her emerald eyes was intense, and I wondered what she was thinking. I was about to ask, when she blurted her thoughts out loud.
“I really want to kiss you,” she admitted. “But…”
“But what?” I wondered, my stomach suddenly in knots, as I found my heart galloping again.
“But…” She bit her lip gently, catching my attention. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop there.”
Oh shit! If only!
If only, if only!
Sighing, I closed my eyes. “Yeah, maybe we should wait to kiss.”
“Wow,” she said emphatically, prompting my eyes to pop open again. “That’s a first for me — hearing a guy agree to wait.”
My face felt hot. “It’s not really that special. It’s almost harder to do it, than not to, since I never have before. I might not be so restrained if I’d already had this type of experience.”
Or if my sister wasn’t right upstairs, I added in my thoughts.