Déjà Vu - XXIII

                                    

                                          
This song is Greek(hip hop/rap or something), but I like the vibe, the beat and the dudes' voices and it also matches the title. No need to understand the lyrics(which are basically about a girl and love etc), just listen. 
                          
Enjoy❤️
                          
Klarisa's P.O.V.
                          
I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the nude chest that I was laying onto, and then up at Alex. He was awake and brushing my hair with his hand. He smiled at me, once he saw that I was awake too. He placed his lips on my forehead and he kissed it sweetly. I layed back on his chest and looked at the bed.
                          
«Good morning, Love» he whispered and I groaned. I hugged his torso tightly and rested my head on his chest, again. God, this shit still hurts. I can't feel my legs. 
                          
«What time is it?» I asked, my voice in a lower tone and a lot weaker than I thought. He stretched his hand and took his mobile phone from his bedside table. He opened it and looked at it. 
                          
«Now it's... Three» 
                          
«In the morning?» I asked and he chuckled. 
                          
«No, babes. In the evening». I groaned onto his chest. God, last night was so perfect, but too exhausting. I really couldn't handle his roughness. If he kept going for some more minutes, I might have fainted. «How did yer sleep, sweetheart?» he then asked.
                          
«Fine, I guess». I put my hand on his bare chest and started drawing circles with my index finger. «How long have you been awake for?» I then asked, turning to look at him.
                          
«About two hours. Or maybe three» he answered and I looked at him shocked, my eyes popping out and my brows raising. He smiled at my reaction, trying not to laugh.
                          
«Why are you still in bed!?»
                          
«Didn't wanna wake yer up. You seem too peaceful when you sleep» he complimented and put a strand of hair behind my ear. His lips approached mine and kissed me softly, while caressing my cheek with his thumb. 
                          
Once we pulled away, I stretched my body, raising my hands. Alex chuckled. «Yer adorable». I looked at my wrists and saw that I had some bruises from the belt and his hands holding them. «Sorry, babe» he apologized, as he had followed my gaze. 
                          
«No need to be sorry» I assured him, with a big smile. «I loved it. All of it». He grinned at my words and pecked my lips, before speaking. 
                          
«Me too» he lowered the tone of his voice and caressed my cheek with his thumb, while he was holding up my face to look at him directly. 
                          
He's so handsome and sexy and cute and shit. I don't know how he can be both hot and sweet at once. Except when he's having sex. The first time, he was only sweet and gentle, but this time... Oh, this time he was only sexy and dominating. He was my predator. 
                          
He let go of my face and rubbed the tip of his nose, like it was itchy or something. I noticed that he had bruises on his knuckles and some closed wounds. I furrowed my eyebrows and he looked at me confused. 
                          
I grabbed his hand and pulled it in front of me, to take a closer look. I grabbed his other hand too and looked at both of 'em being hurt. 
                          
«What happened?» I asked concerned and looked at him. He was looking at me intensely, but his gaze then softened and relaxed. 
                          
«I hit me hand on the wall last night, during the sex, y'know». I raised an eyebrow. 
                          
«Both your hands?». I remember him hitting one, but not both. He was holding his cock or something with the other, putting it into my mouth. I'm not sure though. I wasn't at my bast state when this happened, I just felt a punch on the wall.