I feel his lips append themselves to my neck. I didn't know how to explain the feeling I was having just feeling his hands on mine. I close my eyes, feeling his body warmness enclose me in the little expanse.

Speaking of space, Synn's large body didn't provide that. His front was pressed on mine, his hands on my neck as I feel him suck on the skin of my neck.

I take a tremendous puff of air, closing my eyes in the process. I feel my legs give out their energy immediately feeling Synn whirl his tongue, his lips doing things to just one part of my body.

I had never been touched like this before. The new feeling was so freakish and pleasurable. I squeeze my grasp on the counter, Synn's large one on mine holding me poised.

I let out a soft moan, my body giving in to his touch as I find myself submissive to his game. Like he can tell I was savouring this, he raises my whole body on the plain counter, his lips not leaving my neck.

I throw my other hand on his shoulder to balance myself, my lips shivering with whimpers. If this was how he got the marks on me last night, I didn't want to think more about it as just surrender myself to him.

On just this bright morning did I find myself with Synn in the bathroom and on the counter with Synn's lips cemented on my neck.

I feel my legs become vulnerable, the weird sentiment between my thighs. I feel Synn's hold on my neck release as he places his hands on my hips, his fingers deliberately lifting the fabric of my shirt. His thumb goes to caress a spot on my hip before tracing down my hip bone.

I jolted out in surprise, feeling my body shake with ease not fully giving me time to adjust. I hear a groan emit from him, leaning back so his lips are no longer on my neck.

"Fuck!" He curses. I bit my lips as I slowly come down from my high, hugging my thigh.

I run my hand through my hair, leisurely getting off my sexual needs. If only she knew what she was doing to me when she moaned.

I turn my whole body away from her not wanting the need for her to see my erected cock that was swollen in my pants.

I bring my hand down to the base of my cock, touching myself through my pants to calm myself down. Taking a deep breath, I remove my hands rapidly, my breath slowing down.

Hell knows what I would have done to her if I didn't stop myself from taking her here and then.

I turn around so my fronts face her. I see her face that was lowered to her laps that were squeezed. Her arousal filled the room, my head revolving with dirty thoughts as I look at her face for any effect.

"That's how," I say, my voice articulating raspy. I lick my lips instinctively remembering the palatableness of her skin.

She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. Her black tresses were disseminated all over her face down to her neck. She was pure beauty as hell.

"Uh- I -i okay." She stammers kicking herself off the counter I'd placed her on. She falteringly faces the mirror where she sees the new set of hickeys settled on her skin. Biting her lips, she covers them with the fringe of her collar.

The room was hot and was beforehand filled with her hot moans. If only I could hear it one last time.

Quietly, I leave the bathroom so she uses it.

I took hold of the counter, trying to coordinate my breath from what just happen. I run my hands through my hair prompting my fallen hair to go over my head.

Staring at the mirror, I stare back at the hickeys that were just recently put on my neck, it looking fresh and dark. My cheek redden remembering what just happened right in this bathroom. I peek at my irritated neck once again, the image of his lips on my body still inexperienced in my mind.

Realizing I had spent a lot of time in the bathroom, I quickly pull open the curtain to the shower, stripping clean before going in.

• • •

The day was spent making pizza and other confectionaries in the kitchen with the girls. I, subjectively, like cooking and baking but I was never given the chance to do so when I was still with my family.

"You'll burn yourself." My mom would say.

My stepdad would smirk and just laugh. "Of course, that's the only thing you're good at."

And Elijah, he would just avoid me and say I was useless.

But killing my time doing what I enjoyed doing made me happy. No one was here to judge me or make fun of me when I made a mistake.

I was plainly myself.

I turn around from the baking board and towards the sink. Using one of my flour-covered hands, I turn on the tap so the water flows through it to wash my hands. I grab the dishrag from the closed table, patting my hands dry on it.

"I can't wait to taste that delicious greatness," Amelia says also running her hands under the cool water. I smile, handing her a dishrag to also dry her hands.

"I appreciate your teaching," I say referring to the pizza. I never knew how to make pizza until now but Amelia has been a great help to me.

"It's nothing." She shrugs sitting down on one of the hassocks. I go over in front of her and join her.

Anna and Abriana had gone out of the house to the grocery shop to get household foods and constituents.

I tap my index fingernail on the table, the oven temperature close warming both the kitchen and my body. I turn my gaze to the petty kitchen frame positioned on the wall, never seeing it before since I came to the kitchen. It looked like it was placed lately by someone else to add to the design of the spacious room. In it was a picture of a gold coin and a silver coin. I observe the frame, the gleaming object catching my attention.

"What the fuck!" I hear Amelia's voice exclaim. I quickly turn my gaze catching the shocked expression on her face. I look around me, trying to know the reason for her appearance.

"Is that hickey on both sides of your neck?" She asks standing up instantly from her stool.

I bit my lips, turning around imperceptibly and covering my neck with my collar. No doubt, she had seen it so hiding it from her was useless but I didn't want to risk anything.

She automatically removes my hands from covering the marks, her eyes peeping in a suspicious way.

"Did he?" She continues. No one in their right state of mind would doubt that Amelia knew how hickeys were made. She probably knew that Synn was the creator of my marks.

I nod apprehensively, twirling my fingers restlessly. I see a small smirk form on her lips. She was enjoying my disconcerted state.

"Who knew a girl like Linda had a kinky side. Tell me, have you guys fucked yet?"

I widen my eyes at her question. I couldn't believe she was asking me this sort.

I choose to ignore her question finding no use in answering. She furrows her eyebrow a bit noticing my silent action.

"So you've fucked?" She urges. I blush immediately the second the question leaves her lips. She was so out of point right now.

"Oh common! Don't give me that bullshit! Look at how dark and purple your hickey looks like. Tell me, is his coc-"

"I first thought looking lipless would fit you. I may consider it."

I feel the room fluctuate from the enthusiasm of his deep voice. My body quickly tenses up, the hair on my neck is lifted just by hearing the severe recommendation from him.

Without looking back to see him, I see Amelia keep shut at once, her face burnt with embarrassment.

"Linda, go to your room." Synn orders. Hearing his voice, my body automatically lifts itself up, turning around and going up the stairs. I look down at the floor, my eyes not seeming to meet his frame and look at him. I could still feel the intimidating strength coming from him whereas, his eyes never left my body.

Once I reach the front of our room, I take a deep breath, pressing the handle open and going in.

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