Snatched

At home, Ivaylo dragged her to the bedroom. Paetyn protested, that she needed to go take a shower. With red cheeks, she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Ivaylo sat down on the bed, with his eyes covered by his palm. How can he be able to control himself from now on?

Since the day, they started to live together, his desires were growing steadily but after spending the night together, they grew rapidly. Anytime, he can smell her scent or touch her, his body tingles and he just wants to pounce on her. Will that get normal again with time?

He undone his tie and freed his neck from the button. Stretched out on the bed, he was listening to running water in the shower. Ivaylo was blushing over the imagination, that she was right there in the next room naked. Should he join her? Maybe not. She is still new to this and he knows, how shy and flustered Paetyn can get. He finds it overly cute.

The water stopped and he heard her open the door. He jumped on his feet and walked over cutting off her path. Wrapped only in a towel and hair in a loose bun, Paetyn clutching the piece of fabric at her chest, looked up.

Now it was Ivaylo's turn to go to the shower but he had a different intention on his mind. He kind of disliked that fresh smell of shower gel on her. It blocked her natural scent, which always made him go crazy.

In a careful manner, he pulled the tie of the bun and her long hair fell loose swaying in the air a little before coming to a stop. Ivaylo closed his eyes and took in that sweet scent. This is what he was talking about. The inner beast got restless once again.

He picked her up without any explanation nor a word and threw her over his shoulder. In a caveman style, he carried her to the bedroom. Paetyn guessed, what was coming and she was flustered into silence with her hands hovering over her face.

He pulled her gently from his shoulder down and placed her on the bed looming with his body over hers. He gave her a peck on the forehead and brought his face next to her ear. "Wait for me here and any clothes are prohibited!" With a smug smile, Ivaylo took out the towel from the closet and went to take a shower.

Inside, he was trying to calm his hormones down. He felt how tense she was. If not for that, he would skip the washing and would make love to her. He tried to be mindful of her feelings, but his desires and the inner animal were commanding him to just "devour" Paetyn.

After the shower, he walked into the living room, with his lower half wrapped in a towel, to be met with Paetyn in her pajamas dozing off at the window seat. With a little sulking expression he walked over. She didn't listen to him. But she was so adorable.

He sat down on the floor, leaning on the seat with the elbow and resting his chin and cheek into his palm. He was closely looking at her facial features. A round face, she had those big gray eyes, which were now closed, and long straight eyelashes. Her lips were soft, bow-shaped, and bottom-heavy. The nose was bulbous tipped.

He poked her cheek the same way she did in the past. She woke up and slowly began to turn her face towards him but was cut short, as Ivaylo suddenly rose from the ground and kissed her. She was caught off guard and he continued, gradually making it more into a passionate making out.

He picked her up and brought her back into their bedroom, which she escaped from. Ivaylo dropped the towel and was just covered by the blanket inside the bed. Paetyn was shy again and didn't even try to look under. He didn't want to rush her and just cuddle up to her and even make small talk. She couldn't really focus since she could feel, what was hiding under.

Ivaylo pulled her chin up to him and placed a kiss on her nose. Paetyn understood his intentions and calmed down a bit. Now came her turn to observe Ivaylo's face and body. His face was more squarish and masculine. Sharp facial features all over. Those animalistic upturned eyes, thick eyebrows, a Roman nose, and full juicy lips.

She brushed the hair from his face to see it better and began scrutinizing the cute ears on top of his head. "Can I?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. Ivaylo sighed and bent his head towards her, so she could touch them. She reached out and rubbed them between her fingers. The fur on the was so soft and silky.

With one thing off of the bucket list, she slid her hands down by the side of his face, neck, and ended with them on his chest. She began to gently tap the scar from numerous self-inflicted wounds. "Why did you do that?!"

Ivaylo took that specific hand into his and kissed it. "It took my mind from the real problems I faced in my life when the alcohol didn't work." She snuggled up closer to him. "Please, stop doing it. Promise me! If you will ever feel bad, just talk to me. Let me help you! Okay?!" Ivaylo satisfied hugged her. "I promise!" They slowly drifted to the dreamland together.

The next morning Ivaylo woke up as first. He sat up, noticing he was naked, and quickly put pajama pants on. Still, on the edge of the bed, he looked back on a sleeping Paetyn. His mind and heart felt so content right now.

The doorbell rang, surprising him. With a yawn, Ivaylo walked over to check it out. He opened the door and unexpectedly he got snatched out by a crowd of five huge animalistic Beatmen. Paetyn heard the commotion and then heard Ivaylo shouting from downstairs. She ran to the window.

     To her horror, she saw how Ivaylo was stuffed into a black van and it drove off.