Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
NEVIO
D alila is struggling with deep emotional pain after finding out exactly what happened.
I don’t blame her. Her father should be ashamed of himself. I can’t believe he would do that to his own daughter, someone so pure, so sweet, so innocent. I can’t believe any father would do that to their child.
“Come to bed.” I say again, because she didn’t seem to hear me.
“That’s probably a good idea.” She says, glancing up at me as though she has no idea who I am. Her eyes are drifting, lost in a storm out at sea.
I smile and wrap my fingers between hers. “I’ve made hot chocolate. It’s on the bedside table.” I say, pulling her up the stairs towards the bedroom. She follows me without talking. Her silence is heavy, and I feel my heart breaking for her.
I feel as though her entire view of who her father is has shifted, and she now has to process this new reality.
When she is dressed, she climbs into bed. I pull the blankets up over her body and tuck her in, leaving just her arms out.
Handing her the hot chocolate, I sit on the edge of the bed next to her.
She sips at to as I brush my fingers across her cheek.
“I don’t think he stopped to think about the choice he was making.” I say, trying to find some way to comfort her. “I don’t think it was done out of - what I mean is - I think he loves you deeply, Lila. He was scared, and he made a really stupid mistake. Your brothers are furious with him. I can see it.”
She looks up at me, her eyes narrowed as she listens.
A soft sigh falls from her lips, her breath drifts towards me, smelling like hot chocolate.
“I think I understand that - but - isn’t that part of the problem. He never even stopped to think about me. I don’t even think he saw me as his daughter when he made that choice. I was just a tool. A pawn to be used in his negotiation. Anything and everything was worth risking just to keep himself out of jail. And I saw what happened when his friend went to jail. He was there for six months before he paid his way out. And during those six months he had a private cell, with a tv and internet and good food. Visitors any time he wanted - “ She sighs again.
“I don’t really want to think about it anymore. It hurts too much.”
I nod. “What can I do for you, then? How can I make you feel better, baby girl?”
She looks up at me again, her eyes sparkling with tears. “I hate the thought that someone who I thought loved me would do that to me. Do I not understand love? Has anyone ever loved me if my father can -” Her throat closes over her words and she wipes the back of her hand across her face.
I reach out and use the pad of my thumb to brush away her tears. Then I bring my thumb up to my lips, licking them off, tasting the salt from her body.
Her lips part as she watches me, her demeanor shifting. She runs her tongue over her lips, and I can see by the way she is looking at me she is no longer thinking about those things.
I pull the blankets off her and take the mug out of her hands.
I crawl onto the bed, kneeling over her.
“I would burn in the fire of a thousand suns to keep you safe.” I whisper. “I want you to know what true love is, don’t ever leave me.”
Her eyes grow wider.
I push my hand beneath her hoodie. My hoodie. The one she keeps stealing from me to sleep in because she says it is the most comfortable.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties.” I growl, letting my fingers tease across her skin.
She reaches up and pulls my jersey over my head, leaving me topless above her.
Her fingers trace my birth mark, contouring the edges. This time I don’t feel ashamed. I don’t feel as though I need or want to hide from her.
Beneath her touch, I feel beautiful. It’s in the way she looks at me. The expression in her eyes is warm and loving.
She looks at me as though she has love for me.
Does she just not know it yet? She’s never told me she feels anything like that for me.
I lean down, pressing my lips against hers as I lay my body over hers.
I feel our heart beats sink, beating in time to a rhythm that only we know.
Her hands run over my back, slowly, drifting as though we have all the time in the world to explore each other.
She spreads her legs, and I tug my sweatpants down enough to free my cock.
There is no wild desperation, no tugging and pulling, no heavy breathing or skin glittering with sweat. There is just her and me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and gently I push my cock inside her pussy.
We are staring into each other’s eyes, neither looking away, neither saying a word.
I rock my hips back and forth as I watch her expression.
My cock thrusts in and out of her body, feeling the tightness, then pulling away and immediately wanting to push back inside her.
I don’t let myself speed up, even when I desperately want to.
I don’t let myself move faster or push deeper.
I can see it in her eyes — the way the slow tension is driving her so close to the edge and she doesn’t understand how. She’s never felt this before.
This is more than sex.
This is what it feels like to connect to someone’s soul.
I’ve never felt it either, but I have wanted to — my entire life I have wanted to feel this way.
I reach up and hold her beautiful face in my hand. She rocks her hips up towards me, also moving, matching my rhythm.
I lean down and press my lips against hers and slip my tongue inside her mouth. Now I am fully penetrating her. My tongue. My cock. I am inside her, pushing deeper, pushing harder.
The feeling of kissing her while fucking her becomes too much to bear and soon my body is shaking against hers. She grips me tighter and her pussy locks over me.
The orgasm that pulses through her is the most intense one I’ve felt. I can barely move my cock she is gripping me so tightly. She tilts her head back and isn’t breathing as her body convulses with pleasure.
I can’t hold back.
My cock explodes in wave after wave as I shoot my pleasure into her.
She is everything.
She is my world.
My universe.
My life.
My love.
“I would burn in the fire of a thousand suns to keep you safe.” I whisper to her for the second time, because I need her to know. I need her to know what it feels like to be loved.