by Pamela Ann
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 pussy. 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 pussy 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.
Aching for the feel of his cock, I didn’t let my preoccupied lower section of my body distract me from claiming his hardness by brashly lowering the zipper of his pants without bothering for the top button because I was too desperate to get a hold of his length. Once the zippered was lowered, my greedy hand went into the small opening, cupping and gripping his balls before rubbing his shaft and balls the best as I could. He was hissing out Greek words while I sought for the tiny crack of an opening that will let through his marvelous monster of a size. The moment I freed it, I let my eyes admire its beauty while my pussy fervently throbbed at the mere sight of it. The things that this cock could do to me went beyond words. I trebled upon imagining how it’d be when it slides into my hot channel, spreading—stretching me to the hilt—demanding that I milk it until its last glorious creamy drop.
“Lindsey—I won’t last if you keep stroking me this way,” he openly complained, seeming as if he was holding on to his last thread of control.
“Then so it shall.” Guiding his hot silky cock towards my opening, we both watched in fascination as I slowly stroked him while I rotated my hips, hitting my clit with the bulbous head of his penis, both groaning in unison at the superb sensation rubbing both parts together.
Gazing at him through my lashes, he seemed entranced by the display of our sexes, as if he hadn’t seen it before and was experiencing it for the very first time. “FUCK—your tiny pussy looks like it can’t handle my dick. Bloody Hell woman you’re drenched.” He observed just as I lodged the mushroom head upon the opening of my pussy, mildly pushing my body against his phallus before slowly fucking it gradually, inch by inch, until my pussy had completely engulfed it whole.
The man was lost on the sight of my cunt taking pleasure on his member, while I busied myself riding him until I came. White cream appeared on his dick as I slid up and down, evidence of my orgasm. I came numerous times, happily using him before I demanded he sucked my nipples. Obliging, he did as I ask before I took a serious turn to please finish him off this time. He was far too pleasured seeing me take advantage of his dick but as much as I wanted to punish him, I wasn’t that kind of selfish that would begrudge him of completion. “Baby I’m too exhausted to move…do you mind if you take hold of my ass and come that way?”
“Hell, I thought you’d never ask,” he harshly stated before flipping me onto my back, legs on either side of his head while he was on his knees, angling my body in a forty-degree angle as he deeply pounded into my pussy. “I’m going to come all over this beautiful cunt of yours, yineka mou and you’re going to enjoy every drop of it.”
He was felt too much all at once that I was panting and breathless, as he showed me what he just promised to deliver. And when he did come, I felt every pump of his seed burying into my womb and when I thought it was all over, I almost released a sigh of relief when I felt him pull out but only finding him moving towards my face with his cock angrily poking in the air, aiming towards my mouth.
“Lick everything off love. I want you to my nut mixed with yours.”
His cock still looked intimidating and without ado, I partially opened my lips, softly sucking off the intoxicating concoction of our juices before I licked every inch of its goodness off clean. It tasted a tad tangy and yet it was rather sweet. It was odd and yet it wasn’t revolting either. “Is this good enough for you, Dimi?” Looking up to him, I felt brazen when I saw more passion igniting in those beautiful depths.
“For now…it’s good enough. But I won’t be satisfied until you come in my mouth. Maybe when you feel frivolous, you can reward me then. But until such a time happens, I’ll remain at your service.” He gave me certain look that made my stomach somersault. “Come,” he whispered before bestowing me a kiss on the tip of my nose before granting another on my lips. “Let me giv
e you a bath so that you can sleep right afterwards. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re ready to sleep the night away.”
How spot on, I thought nicely as I made a small yawn. “You always know what to do when I’m a little out of it.” I sighed when I felt his strong arms lift my body as if it was made of thin air before he taking me towards the bathroom. Once we were inside, he gently set me aside in one of the loveseat cushion. With tired weary eyes, I watched him working about, running the water and checking the temperature a few minutes or so. He then poured some lavender scented oils, bath salts before grabbing a large fluffy towel to be closely placed to the small settee chair right next to the bath tub. Quickly glancing at me, he made a small grin before seeing him take four rose scented candles in the nearby cabinet, placing one on each end before lighting them one at a time. And the second it was done, he diverted his attention back to me, lifting me again before carefully placing me the semi-hot water. Never had I felt more love than this moment, and even though my heart was fluttering like as if I was a teenager again, I couldn’t help but yawn again this time, my eyes could barely be held open because the water and the aromatherapy was working its magic on me and I was the helpless person against its pulling power.
“Let me just wash you up then I can take you to bed,” he murmured against my ear before I felt him gently wash my back, working slowly to wash my body.
I wasn’t aware how long the bath took because I was going in and out of consciousness. But I did know that the moment my head hit the plush softness of the goose feathered down pillow, he whispered the same Latin vows into my ear before holding me to sleep.
“Mihi es et tibi sum.”
Forever, I shall love you too, Dimi.
Chapter 17
Lindsey
Love had its way of healing the wounded. I felt it work its mystic powers into me, slowly altering my fears into something less dreadful.
Last night taught me how much fear could truly take over and overwhelm a person especially being in the vulnerable position like I was in. But my love for him overshadowed this crippling fear, and after witnessing the pain imbedded in those beautiful eyes I loved so much, I knew I’d rather cut myself and bleed out dry than see his hurt transpire into something more. His remorse, his repentance didn’t need to be put to words for I couldn’t bear hearing it. It was enough to see him suffer from the guilt itself. His haunting depths showed me just how much agony he was going through—that was enough. Some might disagree with my decision but I truly believed that he loved me with his whole heart. And learning from Carter’s mistakes, he was truly devastated when Emma left him because he was a confused man who had a difficult time adjusting to this overpowering emotions. Coming from our background, it was challenging to acknowledge such an alienated feeling—one we weren’t so familiar with. So I understood his fears and the wrongful decisions he made right after.
None of it made it right. I, for one, did not condone cheating but I had done things in the past that was beyond questionable. So just this one time, I will let it slide. I will withstand this disemboweling pain that slashed through me each time I thought of them together but if he ever decided to do it again, I won’t be here for the second round. Suffering this kind of betrayal once would suffice.
Looking over him peacefully sleeping next to me, merely confirmed that I made the right decision last night. There was no way I could ever walk away, I knew that, most especially after seeing his glassy eyes...which was rather unexpected. For a man with his stature to be put to tears was truly moving for me. To me, a man couldn’t show how much he loved you by trying not to shed a tear. It was humbling that he was willing to give me a glimpse of what lied in his heart. If he hadn’t cared, he could’ve easily dismissed me and carried on with his life. But no man was perfect—and the closest thing I thought was was Bass Cole—and even he was no exception. He, too, had his own weaknesses and imperfections.
Lovingly gazing at the man who simply had my heart on the palm of his hand, I let it trace his face, fascinated and in total awe that he and I had come to another chapter of our lives. Where would this take us this time? I thoughtfully wondered. Making wise decisions wasn’t my forte, but ever since I had decided to give my heart to him, I had surprised myself time and time again that I was rather capable in making sound resolution without throwing a massive bratty tantrums that usually ended up causing more pain than I before. And in effect, I would loathe myself more, turning me into a hateful, bashful kind of woman that I despised more than anything. There was nothing wrong in compromising—or in severe cases such as betrayal—sometimes it was okay to forgive. Witnessing my mother’s past actions, wrecking havoc after one affair after the other, not once did I see her appear remorseful, or to just even pretend that she was rueful, it never happened. It was rather bizarre to see that after each affair, it was my father who would always appear apologetic. As if his undying love was the cause of her indiscretion. It was sad that their love was a one-way street. What I had with Dimitris wasn’t. I knew he loved me—even more than I did him—and pardoning him this time around should prove to him that I could be like him too, when he forgave me several times over for my immaturity and causing him greater pain than most man would willingly go through.
But Dimi and I weren’t my parents. We were different individuals who had different contrasting backgrounds but our love and devotion gave us a common ground. And even though his betrayal cut deep in my heart, I woke up with utter sereneness in my heart—the pain was rather subdued but this nagging ache that usually sat heavily on my chest was no longer there. It was liberating to wake up without it there since I had it for such a long time that I had forgotten what it was like waking up without that pressing feeling as though it was about to puncture me as it slowly suffocated me with its weighty pressure. Well, nevermore.
Having a faint smile on my face, I slowly slid off the bed, giving Dimitris’s sleeping form another quick glance before finally darting towards the bathroom to relieve myself, wash my face then brush my teeth.
After using the toilet, I stared at myself for a lengthy time in the mirror as if seeing myself for the first time. When was the last time had I really gave myself the opportunity to really look at the woman staring back at me? When was the last time I had looked into those dark haunting eyes, reassuring myself that things will be okay, that if I just think optimistically, everything will come into place? It had been a long time. But in contrast to those moments, the eyes that stared back at me weren’t haunted any longer. It was alarming to find a faint glow, as if something was lit inside me. It was rather funny since I hadn’t expected anything of this kind when I walked into this house because I had anticipated the polar opposite of it. “Welcome to maturity, Lindsey,” I faintly murmured to myself before smiling at myself.
Feeling anew, I took hold of my teeth cleaning essentials and got on with it. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when Dimitris came through the door with an expressionless face but with questionable eyes. It was as if he was wondering if I have any reservations about last night…or maybe if I had changed my mind. Before I could mumble anything coherent as I brushed my teeth, he came over, watching him stand behind me before planting a soft kiss on my shoulder. His captivating eyes never left me, connecting with mine, as if waiting for me to say something—anything.
“Kaliméra,” he murmured with his lips lingering against my hot skin before trailing those lethal lips all the way to the base of my neck, brushing, teasing me to no end. “Thank you…thank you for staying.”
Busying myself with finishing washing my mouth off before lightly patting a soft towel against my lips, I spun around to face his golden nakedness, seeking for those glowy eyes to really look at me—the woman who had come a long way from the lost and broken woman who had no direction, careless and truly vindictive—to a person that was rather decent and not too shabby if allowed myself to be honest. “Kaliméra,” I said with a faded smile playing on my lips. “I’m humbled that you ch
ose me, scars and all. When I said I loved you, I meant each word knowing what kind of commitment that came with it. Loving you doesn’t come with stipulation that would lead me to walk away once it gets shaky. Whatever drove you to do what you did, I need you to know that I’m here—I’m here to catch you when you’re feeling unsteady and insecure. This might not come so easily…I know…but you must understand that if you want this—us—to work, you have to speak up and talk. You shouldn’t seek other people’s ear to hear you out. I’m here…if you only allow me…because if you do this again, Dimi,” I paused, feeling choked up, “I can’t guarantee that I’ll still be here again, standing and trying to smile amidst the hurt that you’ve caused. And if you’re wondering why I haven’t asked for your confession…it’s because I don’t want to hear it…I don’t need to know because looking at your face, it’s enough to tell me how guilty you are. You must know that this love I have for you is so much greater than what I felt for Brody. I know what you and I have that’s why I can’t so easily dismiss it and walk out of your life. But please, I beg you—don’t put me through this kind of hell again. It’s just too fucking much.”
“I can say all the right things to sooth the ache that’s welling in your heart—but I know words can only stretch given the kind of agony I had caused you. From this point on, my actions will speak in itself.” Cradling my cheek, he softly kissed my forehead before whispering to it, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m willing to for it and when the time comes, I hope earn your trust once more. I don’t care if it’ll take me a lifetime, I won’t rest until I do.” Giving my lips a pained hungered kisses, I slowly surrendered to him. “I love you—and I swear on everything that I am, I will commit to this love by showing you just how much I do, everyday if I can.”