Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute.
His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no light at the end of any tunnel.
Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of...
"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."
- Suzanne Collins
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"You didn't have to do it that hard." She mutters, her hands inspecting the mark on her chest.
We've just returned from our jog and she only just realized that hickeys don't wash off with sweat or water. I'm surprised Mayella managed to do four kilometers without attempting to drag us to Wendy's.
My girl's getting stronger and it's sexy as fuck.
Mayella stands in front of the bathroom mirror shirtless with flushed cheeks and love bites all over.
My love bites.
"Yes, I did." I respond, shoving my face into the crook of her neck as I hug her from behind. God, that was a good nights sleep. She's so warm. Mainly her b-
"B-but you left a mark. And it's not even heart-shaped." She pouts and I kiss it away, making a smile appear right after.
Fuck, she's everything.
Which is why I gave her one of my own Maya-marks- thirteen of them. There's no fucking way I'm calling them Ricky-marks. Doesn't sound right when I say it. Also, she gets sad because I'm copyrighting her.
"Want me to try again?" Her face morphs into one of horror merged with lust and she hides her chest from my eyes, hopping into the bedroom to get changed. Horny ass, she definitely wants it. She liked it so much. And that made me so damn happy.
"W-what? Nope, no that's ok. No more squishing please." I cross my arms and lean against the doorway, watching my girl pick out one of my hoodies before putting it in 'our' part of the closet which is essentially my clothes that she likes. All of it smells like her too.
God, she always looks so damn edible. I just wanna-
I feel a poke on my nose and I only then realise I've been daydreaming. Mayella crosses her arms and looks at me knowingly.
"Think innocent thoughts, babycakes." She lightly punches me on my shoulder, giving it a kiss afterwards before going back to feeding Kipp.
I head into the kitchen and take some cereal out. After preparing breakfast, I wash the penguin cups in case she wants tea.
There's a slight itch on my back so I turn with a frown, thinking it's Kipp who wants more breakfast, only to come to face with a Mayella whos shoved her face up my shirt- also for breakfast. She can't even reach the neckline.
"Peek-a-boo!" She grins so fucking adorably, rubbing her nose on my chest when it itches. I smile- something I've found much easier to do ever since her. Mayella looks up with doe eyes, standing on her toes so she can kiss my cheek.
