He sat up next to her with a sigh and she closed her eyes as he leaned over and placed soft kisses along her shoulder, making her moan softly, loving the feel of his lips on her skin. He kissed her lips then and she kissed back just as deeply as he was kissing her, heart racing when he fisted a hand in her hair. For a moment, she thought he was going to ignore her and not tell his story, and part of her wanted to hear it, because she wanted to know him, but another part of her was worried about letting herself get too close to him. If she let herself know him, she'd grow even more attached to him than she already was, and she didn't want that. She didn't want him to end up hurt because he'd treated her well.
Eventually though, he pulled away and she could see in his eyes, that he was trying to decide how much to tell her. “Well, my father was a hitman, fucking brilliant hitman.” He started and she listened. “My mom, she was perfect. What she saw in my dad I’ll never know, he was cruel and cold. Started taking me and my brother with him on jobs when we were just kids.” He said, turning his eyes away from her and onto the water ahead of him while he spoke. "He liked boys, so when my mom got pregnant with a girl, he shot her, made us help bury her body.” He choked.
“Fuck.” He breathed, and she knew he was having a hard time telling her, so she didn't push. He could stop anytime he wanted, she wouldn't mind. “Anyways, after that, my brother took me and we left. Didn’t look back. We were introduced back into drugs a while later, that’s when I met her." He said and she assumed he meant Kimmy. She could tell just by the way he'd said it. “Stupidly fell in love with her and was there when she chose to get a fucking abortion. Then I walked in on her and Cameron, not once, but three times.” He continued and she could practically feel the pain in his voice. “I fucking took her back even then. It was world war three between him and I for her. Then I woke up one morning and she was gone.” He said and looked over at her.
“After that I tried drinking myself to death, but God seems to think I need to be alive. I guess I know why now.” He said with a smirk and she smirked back and sighed, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I know that kind of pain." She breathed, holding his eyes. "I've tried to die more times than I can count, but something just won't let me." Mila sighed before kissing his lips, leaning her body against his, laying him back on the blanket. "She doesn't deserve you, you know." She whispered, hovering over him. "Not that I'm saying I do, I've done some pretty terrible shit." she shrugged. "But a girl who can't appreciate your love doesn't deserve it." Mila said softly, pressing her lips against his jaw, before moving along his neck and then down his chest slowly.
Cain could practically taste how badly she'd needed to be kissed the way he was kissing her. She kissed him back just as deeply, and he could tell, just by the way she did it, that he was breaking down barriers she'd had up for a long time, and, in all honesty, she was doing the same to him. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone, and that was what worried him. He couldn't have her. Not to mention the fact that, the fact she was unattainable might be the only reason he wanted her so badly. He'd always wanted what he couldn't have, and he was passionate about it, too, until he got it, and then he easily grew bored. He was terrified of that happening with her, because, not only did he want her, he'd made the mistake of caring about her pain. He didn't want to hurt her.
Her fingers ran along his shoulder blades, driving him crazy and making him groan softly against her lips before she pulled away and her lips started to move along his jaw. The kisses were tender, like they were lovers, and they felt incredibly real. For some reason, he hardly knew her, but being with her was as easy as being with someone he'd known for years.
Her lips came back to his and she kissed him like they were standing at the alter saying their vows. Like she knew he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and, for some reason, unlike with other girls, that didn't scare him. They were both going to end up dead or hurt, he knew that, he should be scared, but he wasn't. All that mattered was her lips on his, and kissing her back with the same intensity.
Eventually, she pulled away, and he could read the message in her eyes as clearly as if she had it written there. He knew there was no going back for either of them if they didn't stop right then and there. They wouldn't stop trying to be together until they were dead.
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” She whispered almost like she was trying to warn him.
Cain smirked at her and kissed along her jaw, pausing by her ear. "I know perfectly well what I'm getting into with you." He whispered before kissing her lips hard. "You'll be mine someday or I'll die trying to get you." He smirked against her lips, sliding a hand down her body, rubbing the inside of her thigh while his lips moved down her body slowly, tenderly.