CHIARA
I'd spent an entire afternoon locked up in my bedroom. That woman should thank his ancestors for saving her life today. I was consumed with rage. This man made me feel the weirdest things. He made me do craziest things too. Fuck, I'm losing my mind.
The strong emotions that filled up my heart every now and then because of him was scaring the shit out of me. At that moment, I knew that I would do unspeakable things for him.
The plan was not to fall in love, but here we are.
I was here for my selfish reasons and was to leave after. So why has the thought of leaving hadn't crossed my mind for the past few weeks? Even thinking about it made my heart ache. I was no hero. Just a selfish woman who ended up tangled in the web of the one thing I'd avoided my entire life. And God help me, because I wasn't ready to let go. I craved it. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to keep it.
Because my stupid ass had long fallen for him. Madly and dangerously in love with him.
I climbed downstairs, my heart skipping a beat. It was dinner time, and he sat on the head chair at the other end. He was the only food I longed to eat though. I stopped by the other end of the table. But something felt weird inside me. He was so far from me. His head was buried on his plate.
Was he avoiding me again? Too bad because now I couldn't stay away from him even if I wanted to. I picked up my plate and walked over to him, pulled the chair on his right and sat my ass down. He paused chewing and glanced at me. You caused these stupid feelings inside me. You were going to deal with them. Period.
We ate in silence. But it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him to tease me just so I could get mad even after knowing it was a joke. I wanted him to take my hand and kiss my knuckles. I wanted to feel the heat of his breath as his lips sucked mine. The fork slipped from my hand and dropped on the plate, making a clinking sound. I shut my eyes. Inhaling. Exhaling. What the fuck was happening to me.
"Are you okay, tesoro?" I opened my eyes to find his concerned face. I blinked. No, I wasn't. And guess whose fault it was. My gaze lowered down to his lips. I licked mine as I did. Then went further down to his neck, his throat worked to swallow. And damn, that was so sexy.
I took the glass and gulped down his wine while he just stared at me. I was finally losing myself completely because my heart and mind hadn't been my own for a while now. And why did losing myself to him felt so right? Even when he was sitting right beside me, he was haunting me. So why was I fighting this? Why when it felt right and I craved it?
Your mother, you fool. A voice shot in my ears. Sighing, I leaned over, propped my elbows on the table, and then massaged my temples. Why were things so hard for me? Goddamnit!
"Okay, that's it. Talk to me. What is troubling you?" You. You are troubling me, you idiot. I blinked my tears, picked up a grape and dropped it in my mouth. "Look at me," I murmured, and our gazes held. His with a frown while mine was intentionally about to fuck things up. I held the grape in between my lips and swirled it with my tongue. "Do you feel that?" I added, continuing. His lips parted, not breaking eye contact with me. "Tesoro," he warned.
"That… is what's troubling me, Melo." I chewed and swallowed the grape before picking another one, repeating my actions. My pulse rate spiked when he leaned back on his chair, adjusting himself. Both hands gripping the handrests. His jaws taut and veins pulsated on his neck.
"You know what's even worse?" I said. "Knowing that you wouldn't do anything about it. That the ache that I'm feeling, I would have to deal with it myself, again." Eyes with tense emotions held. Silence, too loud that my heart rate slowed.
He swiftly rose, the chair creaking behind him. He covered the little space between us, held my chin and tilted my head up. We were breathing each other's heat.
"The things you do to me." He shook his head, his voice low and his eyes darkening. "Can I have a taste of you, tesoro? Though I cannot promise I'll be on my best behavior."
"Hah! Fucking finally!" I said breathlessly. He lowered himself down and the next thing I felt was his hot tongue invading my mouth and taking the grape in his. I watched as he pulled back to chew it before he captured my mouth again, both of us drinking the juice from it. His hand was lightly around my throat.
Sparks exploded on my skin as I gripped the handrests of my chair. His lips skillfully and slowly sucked mine, his tongue licking in between the kisses. I could feel the heat of his breath under the tip of my nose. I groaned when he pulled back, frowning. His eyes widened as if he'd been slapped out of his trance. He turned hot on heels, ready to leave.
I stood up with panicking eyes and grabbed a handful of his shirt. "Don't." His body went still. Time seemed to stop as well.
The dining room was filled with our ragged breaths. "Don't you fucking dare to leave me like this again, Melo." I repeated. Tears filled my eyes again. I wanted him so badly. So how could he turn me down? I knew he wanted this as much as I did. I saw it in his eyes when they burned on me, and felt it when our heated skin touched.
He turned around slowly, his gaze searching for mine. "I want this." I uttered. He capped my face with both of his hands, lowered his head to my forehead. He wiped the corners of my eyes with the pad of his thumbs.
"I want you to remember that you asked for this." He rasped and I nodded like the desperate little shit I was in that moment. "Fuck, why can't I ever say no to you, tesoro?" He whispered to my ear. A smirk stretched my lips at his words.
Then his hands travelled down my body, lower and lower. His touch left trails of fuel for my skin to catch fire as his hands kept moving. Until he caught hold and gripped my ass. A moan left my mouth.
He lifted me and placed me on the table. My hands stretched back, and my chest pressed out. I shook my head causing the bun to come undone on its own and my hair cascading on the back.
Meanwhile he parted my thighs and stood in between them. He leaned down and kissed me again. His hands disappeared under my dress, caressing and fondling on the sides. His fingers teased around the waistband of my lace pantie while he dropped wet kisses on my neck. He pulled back, then slowly, torturously, without breaking eye contact, pulled my pantie off and shoved it in his pocket.
I gasped when he went on his knees, grabbed my hips and pulled me over to his face. No words needed. He kissed and grazed the inside of my thighs. His hot breath blowing and sending chills. My head fell back, back arched, hands clenched, and lips parted. His mouth came in contact with the aching part, leaving me gasping for more. And he gave it to me. Fireworks exploded in my brain and butterflies danced in my stomach. My eyes rolled at the back of my head, and when they returned back to earth… I could only see the giant flower pot on the table and nothing else.
Lewd voices escaped my mouth. My hand flew to grip his hair, trying to press my thighs together from extreme pleasure but it was useless. I tried to cover my mouth with how loud I'd gotten overtime, but the man was hell-bent on making me lose my senses with his tongue tonight. He kept me in place with his strong grip on my hips whenever I tried to back up until I became undone.
I was a panting mess, convulsing on the table. He stood up. I watched him through my hooded eyes. He licked his lips clean, which ended up morphing into a sexy grin. The fucker knew he was good. "You look so beautiful, tesoro. Making me want to have you for dinner everyday." He leaned down and kissed me, making me taste myself. He drew me up in his arms, and my hands instinctively circled around his neck. "Let's get you cleaned up, belle." He whispered to my ear. I pressed my face on his neck as he carried me upstairs, hiding the satisfied stupid smile on my face.