Chapter Fifty-Four: A Helpless Feeling

EVELYN'S POV

I lay naked on the bed, facing away from Leonard. My head was buried in the pillow as he slowly rubbed my back, moving his hands from my neck to my legs. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I tried to suppress the sensations building inside me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, but I tried anyway.

Carefully, Leonard applied oil to his hands and began massaging every part of my body. I gasped softly when his fingers brushed my thigh, a spark of electricity shooting through me. When he finished massaging my back, he gently flipped me over so I could face him. My breaths quickened as I felt his hot breath just inches from my skin.

He leaned closer, and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, then resumed massaging me. Leaving me wanting more. Like a professional, he seemed to ignore the tension and feelings I was experiencing. When he finally finished, he returned the massage oil. My nerves were calmer now, and my body felt refreshed. Leonard came back to the bed and lay beside me with not even a cuddle.

Even though my body was loose and refreshed, there was something unspoken hanging in the air, and I couldn’t ignore it. I needed Leonard at that moment, yet he seemed oblivious to my desires. He handed me my clothes and asked me to get dressed after the massage. I said nothing, I took my clothes and put them on. My mind was a whirlwind, and I couldn’t think straight. The more I looked at Leonard, the more my feelings intensified. I was helpless.

Not knowing what else to say, I asked if he had eaten. He replied that he had. In an attempt to distract myself from the tension, I asked for some ice cream. Leonard stood up from the bed and went downstairs to get it, only to return moments later with disappointment etched on his face.

“The ice cream is finished,” he said.

I pouted, but he assured me he would go out to get some. I insisted on going with him, and soon, we left the house together. It was past 9 PM, and I thought the cool night air would help distract me from my desires. But as we drove, my longing for Leonard only grew stronger, and his nonchalant attitude was starting to frustrate me.

When we arrived at the ice cream spot, I waited in the car while Leonard went to buy the ice cream. He soon returned with a bowl of ice cream and handed it to me. I thanked him and took a scoop. It was creamy and nice, so I tried to feed him some. He turned it down, and I began to worry that something was wrong.

He started the car and began driving again, but my uneasiness lingered. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Stop the car,” I said suddenly, and he obeyed just as if I was his mistress.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, but he insisted that everything was fine. I wasn’t convinced.

Deciding to do my own thing, I scooped some ice cream and deliberately dropped it on his neck while pretending to feed him.

“Oh, my bad,” I said playfully.

Before he could react, I leaned over and licked the spot clean, slowly and deliberately. I heard him gasp and let out a soft moan. Smiling to myself, I knew I had his attention now. I trailed my lips to his and placed a soft kiss on them before pulling back, leaving him breathless and out of focus.

“Let’s go now,” I said casually, pretending nothing had happened.

He started the car again, but as we drove, I noticed him sneaking glances at me. His hand rested on my thigh, sending jolts of excitement through me.

When we finally pulled up to the house, Leonard got out of the car and opened the door for me. I muttered a “thank you” before we headed inside.

The moment we stepped into the living room, Leonard dropped the items in his hand on the couch and pulled me close from behind.

I jolted in surprise and turned to face him. Before I could say anything, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss that left me breathless. I could feel the intensity of his emotions in every movement as it matched mine.

He picked me up effortlessly and pinned me against the wall, holding me with one hand while his other hand caressed my breast. I let out a loud moan before biting my lip to stifle it in.

We stumbled onto the couch, and he quickly pulled off my shirt and pants. I helped him undress, and soon we were lost in another heated kiss. I felt his erection press against me, and I couldn’t wait any longer to have him.

When he finally entered me, I screamed—not from pleasure, but from pain. The unexpected sensation caught me off guard. Leonard immediately stopped, concern flashing across his face as his breathing slowed.

“Evelyn, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“I don’t know what's wrong.,” I replied, still trying to process what had just happened.

He stood up and switched on the lights. To our shock, there were bloodstains on the couch.

I realized instantly—it was my period.

Leonard’s eyes were filled with panic and concerns, but I quickly explained the situation to him. He sighed in relief, his worry melting away. Without hesitation, he carried me upstairs to clean me up. He even brought me a fresh pair of underwear and helped arrange my sanitary products.

Leonard went back downstairs to clean the couch while I lay in bed, blushing helplessly at the memory of his tenderness.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and he walked in with a cup of warm water.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help calm you,” he said softly.

I took the cup and drank, feeling my nerves settle. A few minutes later, we were cuddling in bed, and before anything else I fell asleep.