37. Annalise
“ Do you want me to bring you something to drink?” I said as I pulled his t-shirt over my head.
He was sitting on the top of the bed, completely naked and exhausted. It was a marvelous picture I could look at for the rest of my life.
I couldn’t get over my shyness though because his bulge was looking at me, but I couldn’t not look at it.
He made love with me and I loved it. I felt everything bad going away and I finally let myself feel free. But now that it has ended, I ached for his touch again.
“Annalise?”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I’ve got lost in my thoughts,” I said, scratching my forehead. “You said you want something to drink?”
His lips curved into a smirk as he looked down to my naked legs.
“I said that I want something to eat.”
“What exactly? I could cook something for you if you want,” I quickly answered, looking at him attentively.
“It’s already cooked. It just needs to be reheated,” he said, sitting up from the bed and stepping slowly towards me.
Fuck.
I swallowed hard as I saw his muscles tensing at each step he took. When he stopped in front of me, his thing touched my thigh and I trembled. I wanted him again and I never thought that I could feel these things considering how scared I was of anything like this.
“Tell me and I’ll bring it to you,” I mumbled, looking at him deeply in his eyes.
He smirked, letting his big hand fall on my hips. “It’s already here, and I have a small guess that it’s already hot.”
Fuck. Again.
He got hard again, and I was wet again. But I was also thirsty.
“I—I would really like a glass of water. Wait for me here,” I told him, and his jaw clenched.
“Be quick.”
His tone of voice was demanding and I didn’t even realize when I bursted out of the room and made my way to the kitchen.
I felt as if the entire house was full of our heavy breaths and orgasms, and my stomach twisted at the thought of what just happened.
We made love.
And it was the most magical moment I have ever experienced.
I caught myself smiling as I opened the fridge to take out a bottle of water. Taking out a glass from the cabinet, I poured the water in it, then I raised it to my mouth.
The loud sound of an alarm filled the entire house and I jumped on my feet. The fear creeped inside my body and I totally forgot the euphoria I had felt.
As I turned on my feet to run back to Maksen, the only thing I felt was a stabbing pain inside my chest. The warmth of my blood hugged on my skin and my eyes raised to the man in front of me.
I completely froze, the glass of water falling from my hands and breaking into tons of pieces on the floor. I fell on my knees, the pain becoming so unbearable I couldn’t even scream for help.
“This is death's reward. Vengeance.”
Sylvian’s voice filled my ears and the moment I tried to look at him between the darkness that came over my eyes, I saw him shooting himself and falling on the ground instantly.
That’s why I hated happiness.
It lasted so little.
Just as my life did.