Bonus Spicy Chapter 43
Genevieve
Two weeks later
“So this is where you’ve been living for the past years?” I ask him in awe, my eyes locked on the small lonely house surrounded by green moss.
“Not much of a home.” He answers, his tone deep.
Opening the door for me, he lets me in first. Taking a careful step inside, I look around only to find... Nothing. No colour, no plants. The only thing I manage to notice is the cracks in the walls and a roof that is barely holding itself up.
Looking at him, I can tell he’s nervous, nervous that I will judge his home. Something I would never do. Not to him nor anyone else. That’s just not how I was raised.
Taking my hand, he leads me deeper into his small house, showing me his kitchen, his bedroom. A bedroom that only holds what’s most necessary, a bed and nightstand along a wardrobe.
Taking a tight grip of the back of my neck, he spins me around and kisses me. A kiss so deep and emotional it could catch fire. A kiss so deep I could fall for endless time.
Picking me up from the floor, he holds me in his strong arms as he walks us through the small room. I can’t help but to grip his hair, tilting his head backwards and deepening the kiss even more.
Lowering my body to his bed, a soft moan escapes my mouth, leading Ector to catch fire, his irises dilating until his eyes are mostly black.
“I need you.” He moans into my ear before kissing the length of my neck, my eyes rolling back to the soft touch of his tongue.
“I crave you.” He moans again with desperation in his voice, his hand gripping my breast.
“Mhmm.” The sound comes out unexpectedly as my teeth sink into my bottom lip.
Dragging my hands over his torso, down to his lower stomach, I demand his shirt come off. And so it does in an instant.
“Is this one of your favorite dresses?” He asks in desperation, gripping the bright yellow dress.
“No?” Another moan breaks me off.
“Good.” And before I know it, my breasts are bare from fabric, a sweep of cold air making my nipples harden underneath his warm tongue.
Slowly he works his tongue up my stomach and takes one nipple between his teeth, nudging it gently while his hand circles my clit.
“Ector,” I whimper in need, my back lifting from the mattress.
“Good girl.” He whispers into my ear before dragging his tongue over my breast.
“I need you.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You.” My body shakes as he teases my pussy with one finger.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes.” I moan as another finger enters.
“Yes you are.” He says, his lips meeting mine again as he makes me come.
“Ector, you should rest.” I break myself off with a moan. “You just came back.”
“Only because of you. I’m feeling better than ever, sweetheart.” He bites my earlobe.
My body heats up, my back lifting from the mattress as his veiny hands run over me. My nipples harden every time he brushes over them with his cold fingertips.
He starts kissing me, first on the lips, between my breasts, my stomach and then he lowers his head until it’s between my legs. Making my hands grip each side of his bed and calling his name.
“Please!”
“Please what?” He smirks.
I want to answer him but my mouth wont let me, the heaviness of each breath being taken lingers as the control over my body is no longer mine. In this special moment, it belongs to the man I love. And apparently, he knows exactly how to handle me.
“I need you!” I let out again, and at the same time, I can feel his hand unbuttoning his pants.
“Are you sure?” He asks, teasing me with his tip touching my entrance.
“Yes!” I almost scream at him in frustration.
“Good girl.” His smooth voice speaks, that handsome smirk stealing the attention.
He lifts my legs to his shoulders, placing gentle kisses on the inside of each leg at the same time as his big cock slowly fills me, stretching me, not in a way that hurts but in a way that makes me beg for more.
“So wet for me, sweetheart.” My eyes roll back at his words.
Moving his hips back and forth, it doesn’t take long before his cock is drenched and goes all the way inside me. One moan leaves my mouth after another along his name.
As he moves quicker, my body stiffens as a burning sensation moves through my whole body, making my hands reach for something to grab as my legs begin to shake.
“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. I know you can do it again.” He speaks, going even faster this time and making sure to circle my clit at the perfect pace.
After coming a second time, he leaves my body, grabs a pillow and places it beside me. He takes a steady grip around my shoulders and flips me in a quick motion so that I’m lying on my stomach. And before he does anything else, he makes sure that the pillow is placed under my lower stomach.
Suddenly, his wet touch rolled over my spine and a shiver spread over me, making every single strand stand on its own.
“You’re being such a good girl.” He says, placing a kiss on my head. “You’re ethereal.” He speaks again before placing another. “You taste amazing.” A third kiss. And at the same time, his dick enters me once again, this time from behind.
I didn’t think I could feel it any deeper than before, but I was wrong. With his hands pressing on my back, his length entering and leaving me at a fast pace, I let out a scream. And it was not a scream of hurt but out of pleasure.
Lowering himself until his chest is being pressed against my back, his hand comes around and takes a loose grip around my throat.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He breathes into my ear.
Hearing the man I love moan into my ear makes a fire go off inside me, and before I know it, I’m coming for him once again.
“I won’t last long when you’re being this good.” He says, going faster and slamming into me, making the bed creek.
“I’m coming again.”
“Come with me.” He moans, pressing down my back once again.
Since he has already learned how I react, he knows exactly when I come, so he does the same. He grabs a tight hold around his length and strokes it hard until he cums, the warm liquid landing on my spine.
“Stay still.” He demands before he leaves, coming back with a bunch of paper. Reaching out, I expect him to give me the paper. “I said, stay still.” He demands once again before he starts cleaning me up, getting rid of his own mess.
After cleaning me, he comes back and settles beside me. With my head on his chest, hearing the way his heart beat and my body unable to move, it’s impossible to keep in the question any longer. “The page you wrote in my diary... what was the last sentence going to say?” My cheeks blush.
A smirk appeared on his lips, his fingers playing with my hair. “That I was starting to love you.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me.
For as long as I can remember I haven’t cared.
I haven’t cared for others and absolutely not for myself.
I’ve always felt best hiding in the shadows and not having anyone disturbing my peace, or what I thought to be peace.
” He starts speaking, taking a deep nervous breath before continuing.
“It only took a few days for her to make me soften up. For me to find one lost puzzle piece after another. Pieces of myself that I thought would’ve been lost forever, parts of me that had been mourned along with my mother’s death.
I never thought that there would be a life to live after her brutal death, but there was, and Genevieve was in it.
She is in it and she’s spreading light around me in a way I never thought anyone would ever be able to.
She isn’t my savior, but she is an angel that has been sent for me to be able to save myself. ” He says, his body stiffens.
“I think I’m starting to love her with all my heart, with every vein and cell in my body.”
His deep words sounded unreal, like I had received an answer to a question only to find out that I wasn’t ready for the answer.
“You remember what you wrote?”
“Every single word.” He says, his tone light as he presses a kiss to my head.
“I love you too.”
The End
Or is it?