Chapter Thirty
My gaze is stuck on the muscled back that wears the realest blade I've ever done and the fox wrapped around it with a vicious look.
Everette is staring at his tattoo with a look of awe while my heart feels in danger. For years I tried to live without the burden of emotions on my shoulder. They always made me weak, and I never really deserved them.
What was the point of feeling them when people were cursing me for existing?
When I stopped caring, I needed a way to let them go once in a while. That's how my paintings were created. That's how the darkness in them still exist.
Critics can say that my paintings hold an untold hurtful story, about death and pain and helpless, but they are not even close.
The blood represents the life, the only source that is keeping us alive, and in the same time, shows us the end of life. The battle scars are what we are the proudest of, wearing them like a story while people look disguised. The pain in the eyes is a reminder that we feel, that we are humans. And the pornographic scenes show the biggest sin that all of us do.
The carnal need for sex is what we desire most. We either feel, either think. It's impossible to stay away from the pleasure that makes us forget everything and anyone. Not drugs or alcohol.
The intimate act between two people that would die for each other.
And somehow, it's the dirtiest sin we, humans, can do.
I look over the painting with Everette between my legs and my nipples get hard. I've never been more turned on than when I painted his hungry, lust face.
I walk closer to him with a wrapping paper in my hands. I grab the cooling cream and put little on my fingertips, then spreading over his burning skin. A few lines of blood cover his back, but I put the paper on him to stop any infection from appearing.
His eyes are on me the whole time, but not in a way that makes my pussy clench. His eyes are soft, looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, and I swear my heart can't take this. It hurts in the best way possible.
He consumes me.
"Do you have a painting with you like that?" And he gestures to the one that show his bloody, veiny body.
I frown at his question, "No, why do you ask?"
"I want to have you above me when I'm sleeping so I can pray every night to you." My heart beats faster at the thought. Why is he saying all these things that make my heart full with hope?
"I don't like painting myself," I sigh and continue when I see him frown. "What's there to paint? Anger? Helpless? Every time I try, the ugliest things of me come out."
Everette turns to me fast and I widen my eyes at the
anger in his. I back up a few steps until I meet the long chair. Everette's right-hand wraps around my waist, rising me from the ground to put me on the chair. I gasp when his other hand pinches my nipple.
What's gotten into him?
"If I hear you say things like that about yourself, I'll slap your pussy with my belt until you bled. Do you understand?" My insides are on fire at his words, and my pussy clenches, hoping for that to happen.
"All I see is perfect sin when I look at you. Created to make me fall on my knees and worship the ground you walk on." I moan when his hand gets inside my pants, circling my clit.
With shaky fingers, I grab his face and slam my lips to his. We groan when our tongue meets and the battle of dominance starts. I suck his tongue with my lips and I almost come at his taste. Everette's fingers rip my pants, exposing me to him.
I unbuckle his belt in one move, freeing his cock from the capture it’s been in. My mouth salivates at the thickness of him. His cock is huge and hard, with a trace of pre-cum on his tip. Everette takes off the clothes off him, grabbing my waist like I weigh a pound. He puts on my stomach, with my legs on the other side of the chair. My ass is up and my head is leveled with his dick.
I don't wait for his command, taking his thickness in my mouth, moaning when I feel his salty taste. I lick the pre-cum off his tip, sucking it hard until it jerks. Everette moans hard and he takes my hair in a powerful grip. I start moving my head, trying to get him deeper, but my throat hurts. I put my right hand on the rest of him, pumping him while my mouth sucks him. I grab his balls with my other hand and I start torturing him like he does with me.
"Fucking hell, Althea, you suck me so good like the good girl you are." He moans and I feel his thighs tremble. Everette's hips start moving, and he keeps my head still, moving his cock in and out of my mouth.
I gag when I feel his tip in my throat, tears escaping my eyes. My mouth feels his smooth skin and the pulse because of the tightness. I suck my cheeks in until they mold on his form, making it harder for him to move.
Everette moves above me and I catch a glimpse of my brush in his hand. I moan when a wave of cum fills my throat, but he keeps his hard phase.
I tense and my body stops when the tip of the brush caresses my back opening. I move my mouth off him, but his hand shoves my head back until I almost swallow him all. I look up at him, the terror in my body making me tremble.
His green eyes look at me, and he leans down a little. His hand pets my scalp and my moans become whimpers. I shake my head hard when the tip of the brush tries to go inside.
"I'll never hurt you, Althea. I'd rather skin myself than cause you pain." I want to believe him. So much. But the terror takes control of my body.
Tears are filling my eyes and his eyes turn even softer. "They still have power over you, little fox. Let me take them away for good."
I sob travels my body, making his cock go deeper. The power they still have is real. One touch there and my body is instantly alert. I want them gone, but I'm scared to face it.
I nod shortly, my body trying to relax.
It's just Everette.
He won't hurt me.
I feel his lips on my forehead, his hand leaving my
hair to go to my pussy. His finger touches my clit in a gentle way while the others are teasing my opening. I focus on his cock, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. I moan when his fingers enter me, the vibration of my voice making his cock jerk in my mouth.
My body relaxes at the pleasure that runs through my veins, feeling the tip of the brush disappear. I frown, not understand what he's doing, when suddenly I flinch when I feel the wet tip entering me. My breathing is low and I feel my mouth going numb. His fingers start moving faster, my pussy welcoming the pleasure.
When my nerves and anxiety almost win over me, the weirdest thing happens, making me gasp. The brush disappears in me, my hole sucking it eagerly. I moan loudly when I feel myself full of him.
Full with Everette.
My husband.
My savior.
His fingers are in sync with the brush, pumping in and out of me, bringing my body back to life. The pleasure makes me whimper and my skin on fire, my eyes shutting. Sweat covers my body and my insides are melting.
I feel so many things. Things that I thought were forbidden for me, but Everette makes me see a part of life that I never experienced.
I hear Everette groan and my eyes open and all I see is skin. My nose is touching his pelvis and I realize that I have all of him in my mouth, pulsing. My jaw hurts and my throat is sore, but I keep sucking him until he can't control himself anymore.
The brush and fingers disappear suddenly and I yelp at the emptiness I feel. Everette straightens his back, taking me off him. With wide eyes, I wrap my legs
around his waist and I feel my lips swollen. "So beautiful," He whispers and slams our bodies to the chair, this time, horizontally, like fucking normal people.
He opens my legs and bites his lips when he sees my drenched pussy. I feel moving, but I know my body is too tired to even flinch. I see Everette moving the chair until it's between the two mirrors. My heart stops when I see the god in front of me and both laterals.
Why is he making my heart beat like crazy? Why is hope filling my body when I see the awe in his eyes.
With a gulp in my sore throat, I open my mouth and ask the only thing that I desperately want.
"Can you please make love with me?" My voice cracks, but I continue. "I know you don't love me, but please, I-I need to know for just a moment how love feels like." Even if it's fake.
Everette looks at me with an emotion that I can't describe. His eyes are desperate for something, and his face has a frown. He catches my hips and brings me down, until my pussy meets his balls. He leans down and kisses me with a painful passion.
"Oh, Althea," He whispers and my eyes try to read his face, his mind.
Give me something, Everette.
Please.
He locks his eyes with me, and thousands of butterflies fly in my belly. Everette brings his hand between us, putting his tip at my opening, and with one gentle push, he enters me. Our eyes are stuck on each other, my face contracting with pleasure.
His thrusts are slow, rocking my body into paradise. I can feel him caressing my internal walls, touching that deep spot that darkens my vision in euphoria. Tears are filling my eyes at the intimate act that makes me
tremble and come back to life.
This is love, Althea.
That's why people say that love it's incredible. My mind is clear, seeing just Everette, my heart is full, feeling just Everette. My skin is on fire, because Everette touches me.
"Mhm, this is," I moan when his thrusts are getting harder.
"Incredible." Everette finishes my sentence.
I feel a cold feeling on my arm and I look to see a swipe of purple paint. Then I feel it on stomach, in blue this time. Looking at Everette, I see his fingers covered in different colors, wiping them all over my body.
He's painting me.
My arms wrap around his neck, bringing his chest hard on my mine, my tits crushed by his huge pectorals. His fingers move around my body, and I feel my heart busting.
"Look in the mirror, baby," With low breathing, I move my head to the right mirror and my body melts.
I don't recognize the girl that looks at me. Her face is covered in pleasure and drops of colors. Her smile is big and her eyes are teary, with her body looking like a canvas, relaxed, under her husband.
My eyes are stuck on the man above me that makes me feel all the right things. My pussy clenches his cock when I see his muscles contract with each pump. I moan load, my eyes closing and my head falling back.
The pumps are faster, messier, and I know the bliss is coming.
"You are art, Althea. Your face, your body, everything you own is the precious thing I've ever touched, and I will gladly worship you 'till the end of my days."
I gasp at the pleasure that strikes my lower back, and with a sob, I kiss him hard and let myself fall in his arms. His back burns and I know sweat and blood covers the entire place.
With a few more thrusts, Everette comes with a groan, his body crushing mine, but neither of us says anything.
I look again in the mirror and eye the girl that looks like me.
What have you done, Althea?, she asks.
With my heart in my throat, I say the hard truth.
I fell in love with the man I thought I hate , I admit. And he will hate me back tomorrow when I'll tell him the truth, while I will love him forever.