FORTY ONE
" W here are we going?" Gabriella asked. I held her hand tightly in mine, glancing at her from my peripheral vision.
"You're too inquisitive sometimes." Those deep dimples came into play as she smiled brightly. “Too curious.”
"Forgive me for wanting to know something so simple like the location we're heading to." Gabriella took some time off from work to recover mentally and physically after the incident.
"Are you feeling okay?" I frowned, wondering if perhaps her curiosity could’ve just been a form of anxiety.
"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I pulled her closer to me, draping my arm over her shoulder. "You're still thinking about it, aren't you?"
"Everyday." I clenched my jaw.
"It was traumatising, and I'm still not comfortable going outside alone just yet, but we're working through it together, remember?" Her sweet angelic voice was like an ice cold glass of water on a hot summer's day or a thick fuzzy ass blanket in the midst of winter.
Either way, it relieved me of any forms of worry or stress. I could listen to her talk for hours and I'd be content. Who was I kidding? I've been doing that. I haven't left her side since that night.
The dynamic of our intimacy during this past two weeks changed drastically. She wasn't ready for any sexual activity yet and I wasn't the kind of man who'd push. We focused solely on spending time together, cuddling, and light touching.
We got lost in each other's company and presence. Just being next to her was enough for me. I'd give up everything to ensure I had her by my side every second of every day.
I needed her more than I needed air. If I had to choose between the two, I'd choose Gabriella. She gave me life. She was the air in my lungs. The blood flowing through my veins. "You and I." I smiled.
"You and I," she repeated.
"You're not feeling overwhelmed, are you?" We walked through the busy street of New York. It was her request, so who was I to deny her? She needed a change of scenery.
"No, I promise I'll let you know if I'm feeling uncomfortable." I nodded, placing a soft kiss on the side of her head.
"Good, we're almost there." We approached a local jewellery store and I placed my hand on the small of her back, gesturing for her to enter first. I opened the door, the bell chiming to alert the owner of the customers arrival.
The old man turned around, dressed in formal attire from head to toe. "Arthur," I greeted.
"Ah, Nicolas." His English accent definitely became less prominent over the years, but it was still subtle. "You're right on time. Wait right here and I'll go get your items. "
Gabriella turned to look at me. "You're buying jewellery?"
I nodded. "For you."
"For me?" She looked at me with nothing but love in those pretty hazel eyes.
"Gold."
She narrowed her eyes. "How'd you know gold jewellery was my favourite?"
"I know everything about you." I pulled her closer. "Even the things you haven't told me about yourself yet."
"You sneaky little bastard." She laughed. "I knew from the start that you're a stalker."
"Careful now." I gripped her jaw softly. "You're overdue for a good spanking." Her lips parted and I could see her pupils dilating. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She nodded, biting her lower lip, and it ignited that fire inside of me that burned only for her. The simple action turned me on more than it should have.
I titled her head back. "Behave," I murmured. "We'll continue this later." I stepped back, reluctantly letting my hand drop from her face.
"We'll see," she said under her breath. Arthur returned just in time because God knows the tension increased tenfold in the past few minutes.
"Here you go." He placed three boxes on the counter and was about to open it when I stopped him.
"Actually," I stepped closer. "I'd like to surprise the lady." He gave me a knowing look and nodded. "Will you put those in a little bag for her, Arthur, if you don't mind."
"Of course, sir." He grabbed a medium sized brown bag with his logo printed in a metallic black on it. He placed all three boxes neatly inside and handed it to Gabriella .
She was flushed, but smiled at him and muttered a thank you before taking the bag from him. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll be back soon."
"For a wedding ring?" he joked, making Gabriella's eyes widen.
I chuckled, placing my hand on the small of her back again. "Perhaps, you never know what the future holds, right?"
Needless to say, Gabriella was more than thrilled with her gifts, which consisted of a set of dainty rings, a custom necklace with her name on it, and an anklet with my name on it.
Said anklet dangled next to my ear while both of her legs were on my shoulders. I pushed her legs back even further, testing that flexibility of hers.
"Now I'll always be with you wherever you go," I murmured, giving her slow, deep strokes. "And everyone will know who you belong to."
Those brown ringlets of hair were sprawled out on my pillows, both of her hands bound to the headboard. "Yes," she moaned, tugging on the restraints. "I want to touch you, please."
I pulled out slowly and then eased my way back inside of her, making her cry out. I wanted her to feel every inch. "No," I said sternly, placing soft kisses in her neck and bit down on the flesh, wanting to leave my bite marks all over her skin. "Tell me you're mine."
She whined softly, thrusting her hips upward to create more friction. "Nicolas," she moaned softly, furrowing her eyebrows.
"You're not telling me what I want to hear, mikrí petaloúda ." I bit her chin, causing her to gasp. Her slick, tight pussy clenched around me and I nearly lost control of the fucking flood gates. "Say it."
"Please, please."
"You know what to say, and I'll make you come harder than you ever have." She was doing this on purpose, trying to show me she could win the battle. But in the end, I'd always remain victorious.
"Yours," she gasped. "I'm yours."
I got onto my knees, hitting her pussy from a different angle. She dug her nails into her palms, biting down on her lip.
With both legs still firmly on my shoulders, I used one hand to choke her and the other to play with her clit. "Stop biting that lip. Let me hear you," I demanded, squeezing her pulse points.
Her eyes rolled back and an endless string of moans escaped her luscious lips. "Yours. Only yours," she chanted, getting wetter with each thrust and the more I circled her clit.
"Scream for me, I want everyone to know that you're mine." I bottomed out, pounding her roughly. My woman liked the perfect blend of sweet and pure fucking filth. "I want you to milk every single drop of my come."
She whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. "Eyes on me," I said sternly, and those pools of hazel were instantly focused on me. "You'll do that, won't you? You'll take every last drop of come?"
"Yes, baby, yes. I'll take it all, please ."
"My pretty girl." The look on her face, the feel of her around me, her scent, her moans. Everything added to my level of arousal. It sent tingles down my spine. "I fucking love you."
She tossed her head back, my lower belly and sheets were completely soaked by how wet she'd gotten. "I love you more."
I released her hands from the restraints and she instantly held onto me for dear life, burying her head into my neck. I wrapped one of her legs around my waist, fucking her into the mattress .
I don't think I've ever experienced an orgasm that intense before. I pumped every drop inside of her. Telling her just how much I loved her and I'd continue to show her just how much every day. Until my last breath.