ARIANA
My heart was pounding against my rib cage as he sucked my nipples. Soon, my breasts were covered with red marks that he left on my breasts. He pulled away just a little to admire his art work on my breasts. My nipples were sore and sensitive due to his constant assault. He moved back to my neck, licking and sucking my skin until the hickeys appeared there as well.
I felt his cock throbbing within his pants, underneath me. I pulled away to look at his face. His eyes were dark with lust. But he didn't move. As if, he was waiting for my permission. “Enzo! You don't get to awaken my desires then pull away.” I growled at him in annoyance. As if, that's all he had been waiting for. He grabbed my ass with one hand, holding me up from his lap. And with his free hand, he pulled his zipper down and pulled the cock of his pants.
He placed me down on his lap. I watched him rubbing his cock against my pussy. My insides were aching for him. I could feel my wet fluids pooling out of my center. He pushed his cock inside me and I watched it sliding in. He had lubricated his length with my fluids.
He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me in a long, aggressive kiss. I could taste the bitterness of the dark chocolate in his mouth. While he was rocking back and fourth, thrusting deeper into me. My walls were already clenching around his member.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Oh, fuck! You are so fucking stunning.” He whispered in my ear. His hand reached in between our bodies. Before I knew it, he started teasing my clitoris with his thumb. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back.
Enzo stopped moving as I reached my first orgasm. I was shaking in his arms. He held me against his chest and went on with his work. I buried my face in the crock of his neck as I couldn't take it anymore. It was all too hot for me.
When we finally finished, instead of letting me wear my clothes that he had ripped off of my body, he let me wear my panties and covered my naked body with his shirt. I was still sitting on his lap. My back was against his chest. Once I finished buttoning up the shirt, I rested in his arms.
“What are we doing, Enzo? Why are we doing all this?” I asked. Not that I wasn't enjoying it as well. Being with him made me forget about everything that was dark and overwhelming for me. But at the same time, the thought crept it's way into my mind.
I knew if we gave each other another chance, we would both end up deeply hurt. That's what had happened to us in the past too. Our two different worlds, when they started colliding with each other, everything turned into chaos.
I wasn't sure about him but the way I was still hurting somewhere deep within me. Especially whenever I looked at pregnant Mamas and children playing around, I felt this never ending sorrow that never left my heart. It left a dark stain on my soul that could never be wiped out. I didn't know if it was possible for me to ever forget the fact that he killed our child. And after so many promises that he made with me, he kept not even one.
When he didn't answer for a while, I decided to turn my head and look at him. But as I proceeded to turn my head, he stopped me, holding me tightly against his chest so I wouldn't be able to move even a bit. My mind was running a marathon of what was happening, when a cold drop of tear fell on my bare shoulder. His shirt slipped off of my shoulder in between our fight for submission.
Realization made me freeze in his arms. He was crying. “Memories! I am making memories for myself.” His voice shook as he explained himself.
“When you were gone, the only thing that kept me alive was this hope. Hope that I would find you one day. I would wake up every single morning with this hope. That today, I would find you. And by the night, I would be too exhausted to even think about anything else, like hopelessness.” He paused for a moment. Then I heard him chuckle and he shook his head.
“It's stupid! I know, I don't even deserve that hope. But with all that I have taken away from you, I deserve to live a lonely life.” He whispered softly. By then, his tears were damping the shirt I had on.
He was trying his best not to break down. I gulped hard as my own tears had started to betray me again. “This time, when you will be gone, that hope will go away with you. I will never be able to see you again.” He added, making me nervous.
“So you are making new memories?” I asked and he nodded his head.
“Just a few, until you get better and your treatment is over. I am in this fight with you. Call me selfish bastard if you want to. But being with you, making these memories with you, is going to give me a reason to keep on living. Because I also don't deserve to die an easy death.” I knew he was going too hard on himself. But who was I to interfere?
I just nodded my head. When he finally placed me back down on the car seat, I saw that his tears had already been wiped off of his face. He was smiling, but it was a sad smile. “Let's go home. I know, you must be exhausted.” He whispered, taking me back to the front.
I was on his lap, my head leaned against his chest as he started driving. The sex and the treatment was finally getting to me. My eyelids were getting heavier by every minute. “You can go to sleep if you want to. I'll take you to bed.” he whispered in my ear as he might have noticed the back to back yawn spell. Nodding my head, I wrapped my arms around his torso and closed my eyes. But I also reminded myself at that moment not to get attached to him. He was too charming for me to deny the attention.
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When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on Enzo's tall figure. My arms were wrapped around his neck. I sat up on his abdomen, my lips and throat were parched. I was about to move off of him when he grabbed my wrist. “Did I wake you up? Sorry! I am thirsty.” He shook his head as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Don't be! You haven't had anything all day.” He whispered in response. He grabbed the jug from the nightstand and filled a glass for me. I downed the whole thing in one go and asked for another one. It felt like I was dehydrated. Two glasses of water were actually enough.
I was about to lay back down but he stopped me. “No! You are not going back to sleep. You need to eat something. Get your ass up.” Frowning, I wrapped my arms above my chest and glared at him.
“You don't get to order me around. I am sleepy. So I am gonna sleep.” I shot back at him. He was crawling off of the bed when he suddenly froze. He turned his head toward me. I licked my lips and gulped hard, trying to push down that lump in my throat. His glare glued me to my place.
“Do you want me to spank you before I feed you? Or do you want me to fuck you again and again, until you finally learn to submit to me again?” My breath hitched, listening to his threats.
I wanted to fight but definitely not after that threat. I narrowed my head and quietly crawled out of the bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. Outside, I realized I was wearing one of his comfy t-shirts and my own sleeping shorts.
“I had to change your clothes. You weren't comfortable on that dress shirt. Besides, the buttons would have dug into your skin all night.” As if he already knew what I was about to ask him, he answered the question that had started to rise inside my head.
He made me sit on a chair placed against the kitchen counter. He heated up dinner for me then placed it before me. “Your favorite, carbonara. With extra cheese.” My mouth started watering almost instantly as I looked at the plate in front of me. And my stomach suddenly growled loudly like an animal.
I cupped my belly, my cheeks were already burning and when I looked up, I found Enzo standing before me with wide eyes. For a few minutes, we both were staring at each other with wide eyes. Until he couldn't control it anymore and he was laughing his ass off. My brows knitted together. I was angry at him for laughing at me. “Awww! Looks like your tummy is angry at you, my sweetness.” He whispered something he used to say to me whenever I would be starving.
He realized it later too. Because I found him standing frozen in front of the fridge, as he filled a glass with milk shake. I smiled awkwardly and decided to start stuffing my face with the spaghetti before it would cool down. He placed the glass before me then he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me alone, all by myself. I might not be a child anymore but I didn't want to be left alone at that moment. I was also disturbed. And he was the one who started up with that conversation. Tears rolled down my eyes as I kept eating from my plate until it was empty.