by Pamela Ann
For hours, I had racked my brain, trying to recall the events of that night, but every time, I ended up with blankness. I admitted there were times I had been obliterated and awakened the next day barely remembering anything. It also wasn’t the first time I had ended up naked with someone in bed. There lay the problem. I wasn’t sure what I had done, because I fucking had no clue.
Would she forgive me if the time came that she was ready to hear my confession? Would she pause, give me the benefit of the doubt, and believe me when I told her that I had no recollection after finishing the third bottle of wine?
Gathering her limp form, I softly placed her head against my shoulder while her body sat on my lap. “I’m sorry,” I hopelessly said with my entire heart.
Her mewling cries turned into a full blown, devastating crying, as if she had just received news that someone she loved had died. Maybe in a sense, something had died—the trust she had bestowed on me, even though she had reservations when it came to Claudine. Still, she had given it to me, or else she wouldn’t be there in the first place.
Seconds, minutes, turned into hours before she finally subsided into stillness. She wasn’t asleep, but she didn’t appear as if she wanted to move; therefore, I remained holding her, not wanting to ruin the tiny, precious moment she was giving me. After a minute or so, when she started rubbing her cheeks against the material of my shirt, I slowly shifted a little so I could properly gaze down at her. Eyes red and swollen, the tip of her nose pink, and with her smooth skin stained with almost dried up tears—even in that unfortunate time, she was still the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever been graced by.
Swallowing the heavy lump in the back of my throat, I slowly wiped the remaining wetness that lingered with the pad of my thumb. Deep inside, I was tearful, too, because I was on the verge of losing her. There was nothing I could do to prevent it from happening.
I was a little taken aback when her soft hand reached out to caress my cheek, her eyes gazing at me with longing. Closing my eyes, I lavished on her touch while my heart cried out for her not to let me go. The intense burning behind my eye sockets made me bob my throat, trying my damnedest not to break into tears, too.
With her hand still in place, she used her thumb to graze my bottom lip. She then whispered the words I had vowed to her, professing my love, when I had eternally entwined her in my very soul, “Mihi es et tibi sum.” You are mine and I am yours.
Her shaky, though determined, voice was gutting me whole.
“Mihi es et tibi sum.” I couldn’t help shedding a tear, reiterating what she had just uttered. Remembering the exact words I had told her months prior, 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 it away. She then sought my mouth, gently pressing her tear glistened lips to mine. Holding still, she didn’t open her mouth to kiss me deeper. Her lips lingered for a minute or so, and then she used her bottom lip to gradually open mine, leaving soft feathery kisses before the tip of her tongue cajoled my lips to pry open, wanting more of me.
Immediately, my body responded to her touch and although I craved to take over like usual, I had to restrain myself from doing so. 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. I was hers—eternally hers.
Chapter 16
Lindsey
Upon hearing him say those Latin words, I was transported back to the time when it was just him and I, living in our own world of fantasy. It was a moment when everything he had said had held meaning, words still untainted and pure. Maybe it was that, coupled with the tremors of his voice, which made me kiss him. The reason behind it was lost on me because, the moment my cries, anger, and feelings of betrayal settled in, I saw him for what he was—a man living in fear, though his voice and eyes blazed with unadulterated love meant for me and me alone.
Highly charged emotions coursed through my veins, heightening my senses. All I could think then was how much I loved him. I might have stopped him from saying what he ought to say, but my love hadn’t lessened. It remained intact, though it was marred by the blackness of his betrayal.
Kissing felt like I was getting a piece of Heaven coupled with the feeling of impending doom and desolation. I just couldn’t tear myself off him. Instead, I used my tongue to deepen the kiss, as if nothing mattered except this and the incredible sensation kissing him gave me.
He responded with the same fierce gentleness I was showing him. I got the feeling he was handing me the control. Naturally, it would be him who took charge normally, binding me to his liking as he thrust into me with ferocious determination. For him to step down and let me take hold of the pacing was empowering, a novelty I definitely liked.
I loved him that was all there was to it. Regrets could come later, but as of that moment, I wanted to cherish him and show him how much my love was willing to endure and sacrifice just to have him for myself, even if it was only for a little while.
Emboldened, I shifted my body to straddle him while my fingers ran through his hair then gripped the back of his head while my mouth ardently devoured his lips. 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, I could feel my juices wetting his pants, and the more his cock grew, the more powerful its pressure became against my slick pussy. As the pressure built, my nipples became more painful and achy as they grazed the coolness of the silk, needing to be freed from their containment.
The very thought of his engorged cock, throbbing massively in my cunt, made me rub harder against him, needing and wanting to get lost in him. His hands lacked performance, however, loosely held the sides of my hips. It drove me to challenge him, hoping I could break through his control so that zealously wild beast of a man would come out and consume me whole.
“Dimi …” I moaned, shamelessly gyrating on him before I took hold of his hand and placed it on 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 I rocked against him some more. “I need you.” More than ever.
“Tell me what else you crave, yineka mou,” he rasped out.
He gazed adoringly at me just as he roughly played with my breasts, palming and pulling at them, before he took hold of the thin straps of my nightie and yanked them down, spilling my achy slopes before his avaricious eyes. “Do you like how I touch you?” he grunted as his thumbs and fingers clasped against my pebbled peaks, crudely tugging at them. “Is this what you’ve been begging for, 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 sought the wet crevice between my thighs. Dimitris’s magnificently luminescent eyes dilated the second his middle finger brushed against the silky wetness while he used his palm to cup my pussy with a slightly bent middle finger that triggered my sensitive slit. He slowly rotated it while my hips earnestly rocked against his hand, gliding back and forth. It wasn’t just his touch that made me beyond carnal, it was the look he had on his face—that look of awe, wonderment, and pure, unadulterated hunger, fueling the fire that was burning like a hot furnace inside my womb.
Aching for the feel of his cock, I brashly lowered the zipper of his pants without bothering undoing the top button. I was too desperate to get ahold of his length.
Once the zipper was lowered, my greedy hand went into the small opening, cupping and gripping his balls before rubbing his shaft the best I could. He was hissing out Greek words while I sought to unleash his marvelous
monster size through the tiny crack of an opening.
The moment I freed it, I let my eyes admire its beauty, my pussy fervently throbbing at the mere sight of it. The things this cock could do to me went beyond words. I trembled upon imagining how it would be when it slid into my hot channel, 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 that way,” he openly complained, seemingly holding on to his last thread of control.
“Then come here.” Guiding his hot, silky cock towards my opening, I slowly stroked him while I rotated my hips, hitting my clit with the bulbous head of his penis, both of us groaning in unison at the superb sensation it caused.
Gazing at him through my lashes, he seemed entranced by the display of our sexes, like 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 as I fitted the mushroomed head into the opening of my pussy, mildly pushing my body onto his phallus before slowly fucking it gradually, inch by inch, until my pussy had completely engulfed it.
The man was lost on the sight of my cunt taking pleasure on his member while I busied myself riding him until I came numerous times.
I then demanded he suck my nipples, and he did as I had asked before I took a serious turn to please him. He was far too satisfied seeing me take advantage of his dick, but as much as I wanted to punish him, I wasn’t so selfish that I 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.
He flipped me onto my back, legs on either side of his head while he was on his knees, positioning my body at 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.”
I felt so much all at once I was panting and breathless as he proceeded to deliver as he had just promised. When I thought it was all over, I almost released a sigh of relief until I felt him pull out, only to find him moving towards my face with his cock aiming for my mouth.
“Lick everything off, love. I want you to taste my nut mixed with yours.”
His cock still looked intimidating, but without ado, I partially opened my lips, softly sucking off the intoxicating concoction of our juices, licking every inch of its goodness clean. It tasted a tad tangy, yet it was also sweet. It was odd, but not revolting.
“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 a certain look that made my stomach somersault. “Come,” he whispered before bestowing me a kiss on the tip of my nose then granting another on my lips. “Let me give you a bath so you can sleep right afterwards. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re ready to sleep the night away.”
How spot on, I thought 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 I was made out of thin air.
Once we were inside the bathroom, he gently set me on one of the loveseat cushions. With tired, weary eyes, I watched him run the water and check the temperature every few minutes or so. He then poured some lavender scented oils and bath salts before grabbing a large, fluffy towel to be closely placed on the small settee chair right next to the bathtub. Quickly glancing at me, he gave me a small grin while taking four rose scented candles out of the nearby cabinet, placing one on each end and lighting them. The second it was done, he diverted his attention back to me, lifting me again to carefully place me the semi-hot water.
Never had I felt more love than that moment. Though my heart was fluttering like a teenager again, I couldn’t help yawning, my eyes barely held open. The water and the aromatherapy were working their magic on me, and I was helpless against their pulling power.
“Let me just wash you up then take you to bed,” Dimi murmured against my ear before I felt him gently wash my back, working slowly to wash my body.
I wasn’t aware of how long the bath took, since I was going in and out of consciousness. 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.
“Mihi es et tibi sum.”
I shall love you forever, too, Dimi.
Chapter 17
Lindsey
Love had a way of healing the wounded. I felt it work its mystic powers over me, slowly altering my fears into something less dreadful.
The previous night had taught me how much fear could truly take over and overwhelm a person, especially being in the vulnerable position I was. 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 would rather cut myself and bleed out 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.
Some might disagree with my decision, but I truly believed he loved me with his whole heart. Besides, I had learned from Carter’s mistakes. Coming from our background, it was challenging to acknowledge such an alien feeling as love. I understood his fears and the wrongful decisions he had made right after.
None of it made it right. I, for one, did not condone cheating; however, I had done things in the past that were beyond questionable. Therefore, just this one time, I would let it slide. I would withstand this disemboweling pain that slashed through me each time I thought of them together. If he ever decided to do it again, though, I wouldn’t be there for the second round. Suffering that kind of betrayal once would suffice.
Looking over at him peacefully sleeping next to me merely confirmed I had made the right decision. There was no way I could ever walk away. I knew that. Most especially after seeing his glassy eyes, which had been rather unexpected. For a man with his stature to be put to tears was truly moving. 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 lay in his heart.
If he hadn’t cared, he could have easily dismissed me and carried on with his life. No man was flawless. The closest example of perfection was Bass Cole, and even he was no exception. He, too, had his own weaknesses and defects.
Lovingly gazing at the man who had my heart in the palm of his hand, I traced his face, fascinated that he and I had come to another chapter of our lives. Where will it take us this time? I 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, learning I was capable of making sound resolutions without throwing a massive, bratty tantrum that usually ended up causing more pain than before. In effect, I would loathe myself more, turning myself into a hateful woman I despised more than anything. There was nothing wrong with compromising. In severe cases such as betrayal, sometimes it was okay to forgive.
Witnessing my mother’s past actions, wreaking havoc from one affair to the other, not once did I see her appear remorseful, even in pretense. It never happened. It was bizarre to see that, after each affair, it had been my father who would always appear apologetic, as if his undying love was the cause of her indiscretion. It was sad their love had been a one-way street. What I had with Dimitris wasn’t, though.
I knew he loved me, even more than I did him. Pardoning him this time around should prove to him that I could be like him had forgiven me several times over for my immaturity and causing him greater pain than most men would willingly go through.
With a faint smile on my face, I slowly slid off the bed, giving Dimitris’s sleeping form another quick glance before finally darting to the bathroom to relieve myself, wash my face, and 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 I had given 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 would be okay, that if I just thought optimistically, everything would come into place? It had been a long time.
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, like something had been lit inside me. It was rather funny since I hadn’t expected anything of this kind when I walked into Dimitris’s house. I had anticipated the polar opposite.
“Welcome to maturity, Lindsey,” I faintly murmured to myself before smiling.
Feeling like new, 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 yet questioning eyes. He looked like he was wondering if I had any reservations about last night or maybe if I had changed my mind.