Unveiled (Torn #6)(33)
Her shaky though determined voice was gutting me whole. “Mihi es et tibi sum.” I couldn’t help but shed a tear reiterating what she had just uttered. Remembering the very exact words I told her months ago, I pictured her face behind my closed lids before saying, “I vowed to cherish you. Love you, forever. That’s you, yineka mou.” I choked up before finishing, “I’m yours. Forever I am yours.” Just when I felt the one hot tear slide down my face, I felt her lips press against my face kissing the tear away. She then sought my own, gently pressing her tear glistened puckers. Holding still, she simply didn’t open her mouth to kiss me deeper. Her lips lingered against my own for a minute or so before she used her bottom lip to gradually open my lips, leaving soft feathery kisses before letting out the tip of her tongue, cajoling it to pry its opening, wanting more of it.
Immediately my body responded to her touch and even though I craved to take over like I usually did, I had to restraint myself from doing so because I wanted her to do as she pleased, to take what she wanted without feeling pressured. At the same time, I needed her to know and understand that I was in her possession. That I was hers—eternally hers for as long as she desired.
Chapter 16
Lindsey
Upon hearing him say those Latin words, I was transported back to the time, where it was just him and I, living in our own world of fantasy. It was a moment where everything he said had held meaning, words still untainted and pure. Maybe it was that couple with the tremors of his voice that made me unknowingly kiss him. But whatever the reason behind it, it was lost on me because the moment my cries, anger and feeling betrayed settled in, I saw him for what he was—a man living in fear even though his voice and eyes blazed with unadulterated love that was meant for me and me alone.
Highly charged emotions coursed through my veins, heightening my senses all together. All I could ever think then was how much I loved him and even though I had stopped him from saying what he ought to say, my love hadn’t lessened. It still remained intact even though it was marred with blackness from his betrayal. Kissing felt like I was getting a piece of heaven, coupled with the feeling of impending doom and dissolution, I just couldn’t tear myself off of him. Instead, I used my tongue to deepen the kiss, as if nothing mattered but this and the incredible sensation kissing him gave me.
He responded with the same fierce gentleness I was showing him and I got the feeling that he was handing me the control and how I wanted to pace it. Naturally, it would be him that usually took charge, bounding and binding me to his liking as he thrusted into me with such ferocious determination. So for him to step down and let me take hold of the pacing was rather empowering. A novelty I sure liked most especially when it came to him.
I just loved him that’s all. Regrets can come tomorrow but as of this moment, I just wanted to cherish him and purely show him how much my love was willing to endure and sacrifice just to have him for myself…even if it’s just for a little while. Emboldened, I shifted my body to straddle him while my fingers ran and gripped the back of his head while my mouth ardently devoured his lips. His hands lacked performance as it loosely held the sides of my hips. This merely drove me to challenge him, hoping I could break through to his control so that zealously wild beast of a man would come out and consume me whole. I made a soft grumbling moan when I felt the heat of his hardness, growing rapidly in between my thighs. Wearing only the short silk nightie and nothing else, I could feel my juices wetting his pants, and the more his cock grew, the powerful its pressure became against my slick pu**y. As the pressure built, the more painful and achy my nipples became as it grazed the coolness of the silk, needing to be freed from its containment.
The very thought of his engorged cock, throbbing massively in between my cunt made me rub against harder against him, needing—wanting to get lost in him. “Dimi…” I moaned, shamelessly gyrating on him before I took hold of one of his hands and placed it in one of my breasts, boldly begging to be touched. “Touch my tits like you usually do—squeeze them, pull at them—anything—” I begged as my lips parted, rocking him some more. “I need you.” More than ever.
“Tell me what else you crave, yineka mou,” he rasped out saying, gazing adoringly at me just as he roughly played with my breasts, palming and pulling at them before he took hold of the thin straps and yanked them apart, spilling my achy slopes before his avaricious eyes. “Do you like how I touch you?” he grunted just as his thumbs and fingers clasped against my pebbled peaks before crudely tugging at them. “Is this what you’ve been begging my love?”
The intense pain and pleasure from the rough handling of his hands made me excrete more wetness, making it easy to glide against the texture of his pants. “More,” I demanded like I was dying of thirst. “I want more!”
With one hand toying my breast, the other free one sought the wet crevice in between my thighs; Dimitris’s magnificent luminescent eyes dilated the second his middle finger brushed against the smooth silky wetness before he use his palm to cup my pu**y with a slightly bent middle finger that triggered my sensitive slit, as he slowly rotated it while my hips earnestly rocked his hand, gliding back and forth. It wasn’t just his touch that made me beyond carnal but it was the look he had on his face—that look of awe, wonderment and pure unadulterated hunger fuels the fire that was burning like a hot furnace inside my womb.