Chapter Thirty-Two
Ava
He wraps me in a towel and all I can do is stay silent. Something in his voice is different. Not cowardice or afraid but stern and loving. I want to ask about the party and what will happen with Stepan when he returns and what does this mean for him, for us.
Ava there was never an us. Stop being delusional.
I shake my head gently at my thoughts as he guides me to the bed. I let the towel fall down to the floor as my hair slightly drips. I am expecting him to want to have sex, so I anticipate his touch as I close my eyes. He strokes his hands on my hips and inches against my body.
I don't want to. Not right now. Please.
I watch him as I shift between his beautiful brown eyes. I am not pleading with him, but only accepting it since he owns me.
I fold my lips in as he lays me on my back on the bed. I scooch myself up onto the pillow and lay my head down, spreading my legs slightly. He smiles as his hard body crawls next to me, lifting the covers. The cool waft of air flows over us before the sheets parachute down. I tilt my head and smile at him. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy him but I didn’t know how to say I didn’t want him right now.
I prepare for his touch, spreading my legs apart for him. His arm wraps around my waist pulling me to him as he lays on his side. I feel his hard cock against my leg and a hollow feeling growing in my stomach. His hands are so warm and I love when they worship me, but I only want his touch and to be held.
I will do what I have to.
He bends his elbow, leaning on his hand and groans slightly with his gravelly low voice, “I hope you have the sweetest dreams because you deserve nothing but the most beautiful and wonderful vivid parts of a forgotten world. Just know you are not forgotten. That your beauty and wonder does not go unnoticed in my world, and I am not talking about the Bratva. You are a dream I have always wished for, and I never understood what it was or if I could ever obtain it. To be kind and complex, and even though there are some parts you don’t like, you don’t force them. You are discovering them.”
I watch as he traces my stomach with his pointer finger and tears start to well in my eyes again from his words and gentle touch.
He leans across me, reaching for the lamp and turns it off. The complete dark envelopes us, as I roll to my side. I don’t know why he wouldn’t force me to have sex right now, if I am completely naked for him. No, he cuddles me and gently kisses my back before he goes still.
I don’t want to have sex right now.
He holds me, pressing his body against mine. I tense for a second waiting for his hands to grope me as my tears build. I listen to his breath ease and I relax myself against him as a tear rolls down to the pillow.
All I can hear is the faint ticking of his pocket watch on the side table as I drift to sleep.