EVERYTHING THAT BEGINS TO DISSOLVE

Love And Reverence

“Tell me, what do you plan to do with all of this?” Amber looked at Ethan while he seemed sunk into a distant, unreachable world.

“With Venus, there isn’t much left to save. I always kept my mother’s shares and my own protected. The investors who blindly trusted Ainara and Liam are the ones losing now. The only sensible thing is to change the corporate name and start from scratch with something new.”

“I’m so sorry about all of this, darling… And about your mother… I have no words, Ethan. I lost mine when I was a child, and it still hurts like the first day. It’s not something you get over by saying ‘everything will be fine,’ because it isn’t that simple… I don’t even know what to say…”

Ethan rose from his seat, extended his hand to her, and gently forced her to stand, a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the storm raging inside him.

“You don’t need to say anything,” he murmured. “Just being here is already more than enough. Now tell me—what are you going to do? Will you stay with me after this damn disaster?”

Amber blushed deeply and parted her lips.

“Damn it, Ethan, what kind of question is that? I’m with you in the good times and the bad. Always. No matter what happens.”

He barely sketched something resembling a smile, but it was an empty gesture; his soul hung on the edge of an abyss that not even the warmth of the sun could reach. He only tightened his grip on Amber’s hand and, driven by an irresistible impulse, guided her upstairs toward the master bedroom.

It wasn’t the moment. Amber knew it. But her body did not obey reason. The mere brush of Ethan’s fingers sent a liquid heat spreading between her thighs. She felt guilty for wanting him precisely now, when he was broken inside. Yet Ethan seemed emotionally blocked, but his body was searching for refuge, distraction, life. And she was that life.

He opened the bedroom door, fixed his gaze on hers, and with a hoarse, broken voice, whispered:

“Even if it isn’t the moment… would you do something for me?”

Amber felt her legs weaken. She blushed again and nodded, barely able to speak.

“Anything you want, Ethan.”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. Look at me while you do it. As if we had all the time in the world. And then lie down on the bed.”

Amber swallowed hard, trying to organize the whirlwind in her mind. She took two steps back and began. First, the buttons of the silk blouse, one by one, until it slipped from her shoulders. Beneath it, her nipples were so hard they pointed like a direct accusation of his desire. Then she lowered her pants with deliberate slowness, and Ethan inhaled deeply, catching the sweet, damp scent already emanating from between her legs.

Her panties fell first. Then, with a hint of impatience, she unclasped her bra. Her breasts, heavy and taut, seemed to be freed, demanding immediate attention.

Ethan devoured her with his gaze, still not approaching.

“Lie on the bed, beautiful. And open your legs.”

Amber let herself fall onto the mattress, propping herself on her elbows, and spread her legs as she watched him. Her sex throbbed, soaked, screaming for him. Not a single touch, not a single kiss, and she was already on the edge.

Ethan advanced with slow steps, knelt at the edge of the bed, gripped her thighs firmly, and buried his head between them. Like a starving man, desperate to forget, he began to lick her swollen folds.

“Ah!” Amber gasped, startled by the intensity.

“You’re delicious… the only one who can calm my demons right now,” Ethan whispered against her vulva, his voice vibrating over her clitoris.

Amber instinctively rocked her hips, searching for more. He sucked hard on that sensitive bud, ran his flat tongue along her entire length, occasionally nibbling the juicy flesh that protruded. He devoured her as if every lick could erase the pain.

She writhed, clutching her own breasts, pinching her nipples until they ached with pleasure.

“I want you to make me yours, Ethan… please…”

“Don’t beg yet,” he growled. “I’m just getting started. And you… keep control.”

He opened his mouth wider and decisively bit one of her vaginal lips, tugging gently. Amber cried out.

“Ethan!”

Then his fingers joined his tongue: two of them slid inside her effortlessly, curling to brush that spot that drove her wild. They moved in and out with relentless rhythm while his mouth continued to torture her clitoris. Amber panted, sweat breaking out, her hair sticking to her forehead, her body arching in spasms.

Ethan moved slowly up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses and licks. He reached her breasts and latched onto them like a possessed man. He sucked one nipple greedily, circled it with his tongue, drew it in until it swelled even more. He moved to the other, venerating them, lightly biting the areola, squeezing them with his hands while his mouth worshipped them without pause.

Amber was lost—sweaty, shaken, writhing beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled away for a second, reached into the nightstand drawer, and took out a black, thick vibrator that she knew he kept for nights like this. He turned it on with a low hum and traced it along the edges of her vagina, barely grazing her swollen lips, torturing her.

“Ethan… please…” she begged, her hips lifting in search of more.

He smiled for the first time that night, a dark, hungry smile, and slowly pushed it in, centimeter by centimeter, never taking his eyes off hers. The vibrator filled her, vibrating against her sensitive walls.

Amber came almost immediately—a violent orgasm that arched her back, made her scream his name, tremble from head to toe as her juices soaked the sheets.

But it wasn’t enough for Ethan. While she was still convulsing, he withdrew the vibrator and plunged his tongue back into her throbbing sex. He licked fiercely at the remnants of her climax, sucking every drop, pushing his tongue deep to make her shudder again.

“Again,” he ordered against her flesh. “I want to feel you come in my mouth until there’s nothing left of this fucking day.”

His fingers slid back inside her—three this time—stretching her, fucking her with his hand while his tongue danced mercilessly over her clitoris. Amber unraveled, sweating, gasping, her nails digging into the sheets, her body completely surrendered to that fierce reverence he bestowed upon her.