Chapter 46
"Five days."
"Five days," I repeat.
"I miss you already." He hugs me, and then gently kisses me on my lips.
I want to say how much I don't want to lose him, how much I love him and how much he means to me. But I can’t. I can't do that to him. He will start a new life without me, so he should not constantly think about the words of love that flew from my lips.
"Did you talk to Zlata?"
"She doesn’t allow me to see Timothey." I hug him.
"I'm sorry."
"I will figure it out. By the way, I booked a table for us in your favourite restaurant." He hugs me to himself and kisses my hair. "Really?" I laugh.
I know how difficult it’s to find free seats there for the evening.
I was there for the first time with my dad when I was six. I remember crying that I hadn't been on a real date yet. That day, I watched too many movies about teenage love and wanted to go on a date.
"I'm going to Kyiv on business for the weekend, you can go with me, Ami, and in my free time I'll take you on a real date," said dad and I screamed with joy.
Then I spent a long time choosing a dress, and the food we ordered was the most delicious. I was the happiest.
My heart is tight with memories. My father and I were only there once, and Sebastian took me with him all the other times. He tried to replace my father, even though he knew it was impossible. But I’m grateful to him. I’m grateful to him for every minute we were together. For protecting and defending me when I was ready to ruin my life forever.
Sometimes I think about how many things I could have done with my father. We could have gone for walks, talked, watched movies together. I would like him to meet Danylo. I think he would have liked him.
I think about how little time we had together. I miss him every day, every minute. And this pain will never go away, I can only learn how to live with it.
"What's wrong?" Danylo asks me. He always knows what's going on inside me, even if my face remains stony.
"Nothing," I lie and smile.
"Are you sure?" "Yes," I nod.
"If you want to talk about something, then..."
"Everything is fine."
"Then change your clothes and let's go," he kisses me again and sits on the bed.
I open the closet in search of something perfect. During the fitting, he doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second. His perfect brown eyes pierce my entire body, his strong arms are folded together as always.
I like the way he looks at me. I like to feel wanted.
"I don't know if it makes sense to put on a dress for you, if in two minutes I will take it off you," he smiles and looks at the watch on his hand, as if making sure that everything is going according to plan.
"Just try it," I bite my lower lip, knowing for sure that he always keeps his promise.
Danylo gets out of bed, and I, as always, am surprised at how tall he is. He slowly approaches me, mentally undressing. I cross my legs.
"Are you sure we have time?"
"Oh, darling, we have all the time in the world," he smiles.
It takes him two seconds to take off his T-shirt and my dress. Danylo turns me to the mirror, hugs me by the waist and whispers right into my neck:
"Look how beautiful you are."
I squeeze his hands, which now seem even heavier than usual.
"Do you want to do it here?" he lightly bites my ear, and I blush from my thoughts.
I want. But I don’t confess to anything in the world.
"Talk to me baby," he knows he's driving me crazy when he talks so slowly.
He knows and does it on purpose.
His hand goes lower and lower, and my eyelids close.
"Open your eyes," he orders, "look at yourself."
His fingers slide inside me and I do everything Danylo says. No matter how strong and independent I am, I always follow his orders.
"Do you like it, Amelia?" he continues to whisper. "I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers."
I look at myself. My cheeks are red, my hair is tangled, my eyes are burning, and then I look at Danylo, he is calm, his hair is scattered in different directions as usual, but he calls it styling, although I am sure that it is precisely because of this relaxation that all the girls are drooling for him including me.
He presses my stomach, and I cover my mouth with my hand.
"No. That’s not what I want."
I don’t quite understand what he means.
Danylo walks over to the chair and sits down, legs spread. I stand there, not understanding what’s happening.
"Sit on the bed, spread your perfect legs for me so I can see your beautiful pussy and play with yourself. I want to watch you cum while I'm looking at you."
I'm suffocating, but I obey and slide my fingers inside myself.
"Okay, enough," he says and jump out of the chair. "My turn now, my turn to feel your tight pussy around my cock." He takes off his boxers and I gasp at his big erect cock.
"Please," I start to beg as I know I can’t take it anymore, I’m so close I want to die.
"Hush Amelia, I’m going to fuck you like a little whore and I don’t want to hear a sound while I do it." He covers my mouth with his hand.
He immediately pushes his cock inside me and starts fucking me. He’s so big it hurts but feels so good. He slides his fingers under me touching my clit.
Oh my God, I’ll explode.
"I can’t." I try to scream.
"I don’t remember letting you talk." "Bondar please." I cry.
"Come on Amelia, cum all over me." He says and I do it.
I scream, writhe under him but he keeps fucking me.
I belong to him more than I belong to myself.
I'm surprised that we're together.
I’m storm, and Danylo is the complete opposite of this. He is always calm, balanced, patient.
I never believed that opposites attract, but surely this is the point. We are different parts of one whole. There is no good weather without a storm. There is no rainbow without rain. Everything is connected. And so are we. Kindred souls who met each other at the wrong time.
I look at us in the mirror again. We’re perfect. And I love him.
Damn it, I love him so much.