13. Emil
EMIL
In the days that follow, it’s impossible to keep away from her. We come together several times a day, getting lost in our connection. To her it’s not love, just ecstasy, but that’s good enough for me.
It finally feels like I have her back.
“Harder,” she moans, her hands grappling with the kitchen countertop as I fuck her from behind.
“A few days ago, spitfire, you were hating me. Now listen to you, begging me to go deeper,” I say, slamming into her the way I know she likes.
She’s the same as before, begging to be wrecked. Her pussy opens for me like a flower, there to welcome my cock every time I nudge myself in.
Panties have no use for her anymore, unless she needs to go outside, which is never. Her being attacked at the dockyard flipped the switch.
She has her moments, her brows screwing together in hatred when I mention a comment she doesn’t agree with, but I fuck the hatred out of her, and she lets me. She knows she needs to stay here, and she trusts me more than she lets on.
I finish deep inside of her pussy, her pulsating walls holding me close. Her climax always stimulates my own. Seeing her tremble around my cock, using me for her pleasure, pushes the cum straight out of me. Fia has always had that effect on me.
Before meeting her, a woman’s orgasm was none of my fucking business. Sex was a way to release testosterone before getting back on track, focusing on work.
Thank fuck Fia investigated me three years ago, aligning our paths.
My life was monotonous before she walked into my life, a boring series of work, sleeping, and repeating. I only started living when I met Fia, and now the air tastes sweet again…
Until I withdraw from her pussy and feel guilt weighing me down, pushing me away from work and all other responsibilities. Things are good now, but the future is uncertain, and if she recovers all her memories, I may never see her face again.
Horrible thoughts creep into my head as I walk around the kitchen, pouring water for us both. My life has no meaning without Fia in it.
I can stalk her, kidnap her, chain her to my bed and keep her in my house like a pet, but I can’t force her to love me.
I hand her a glass of water, watching her take small sips.
“Thanks,” she says, flashing me an absent-minded smile, which tells me she still has her own thoughts to untangle.
Fia can’t love me without knowing the facts, and the facts will drive her away from me forever.
Alexander’s lingering presence means that this situation is larger than just the two of us. I promised to take care of her when I put that ring on her finger, and I carry that obligation all the way to my grave.
Fia is going nowhere.
I relax my shoulders, loosening up. The world, not even Fia herself, will deny me from what has always belonged to me.