"I’m glad you told me.""I’m glad I did too." She hesitated, because she felt a need to reassure him and, perhaps herself, that she knew this wasn’t real—that whatever intimacy had sprung between them was separate from what was going on in their lives. It didn’t really count.Yet she said nothing, because it felt like it counted. It felt like the only thing that counted. Dexter had given her something, or maybe he’d just showed her she already had it: a capacity to share, to trust. To love.She looked up at him, searching his face, wanting to know what he was feeling, if he felt the same pull of attraction and empathy that she did. But then she met his gaze and saw the fire burning there and her breath caught in her chest as desire, raw, fierce and overwhelming, crashed over her.His face was so close to hers she could feel his breath fanning against her cheek, see the dark glint of stubble on his chin. His lips were no more than a whisper away from hers and, as she stared up at him a
* * *Several clucking women surrounded amyra and she was carried along with them to a room, bemused by their interest, and more than a little hurt by the stony look she’d seen on Dexter's face as he’d turned away.So he regretted their kiss last night. Clearly. And she should regret it too; of course she should. Kissing dexter was a very bad idea. Caring about him was even worse. The trouble was, she couldn’t regret it. She ached with longing for another kiss—and more. For him.Once in the room, the women fluttered around her like colourful, chattering birds, touching her hair, her cheek, the clothes she wore that were now grimed with dust and dirt. Amyra didn’t understand anything they said, and it appeared none of them spoke either English or Greek, the two languages in which she was fluent. They all seemed wonderfully friendly, though, and she let herself be carried along by the wave of their enthusiasm as they fetched her fresh clothing and led her down to the garden which had a
Amyra gazed up at him, raw passion burning inside the depth of those blue eyes and Dexter saw it clearly.Never in his life had he ever cared about his face but staring at her gorgeous face and tracing the rough ugly lines created by his scars, he knew she never deserved him." Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people."Amyra's lips parted with the disturbing urge to retort "same as you" but instead another word rolled off her mouth instead, something she never meant."If you don't love me nor did you want me to love you, then I hate you!"“ Tell me again what you said just now?, I want to hear it again ,” he says, climbing over her, his body against hers and she laid there, betw
“Good morning.” Amyra had been so lost in her own thoughts, overthinking once again. But his voice, a deep timbre, brought her back to him.The same low rasp as he spoke his final words to her last night, before she fell asleep… after the beautiful kiss , she guessed. She couldn’t quite decide what it was they did last night.Amyra turned over onto to her side to face him. His eyes were still closed, but there was a flicker of a smile on his lips. Folding her arms over his wide chest, she rested her chin on her hands. “Good morning,” she whispered, before placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. She didn’t know why she did it, but it was instinct. Almost like a habit she had picked up in the last twenty-four hours. She couldn’t keep her hands or lips off him. Dexter had been rough, kissing her long, roughly and hard… then he kissed her gently, taking his sweet time.Touching me with utmost care, like she was something fragile – breakable. He confused her.Well, today was go
WARNING: EROTIC AND WELL DETAILED SCENE AHEAD!!Amyra's sex clenched in response. “It’s not fair,” she whispered. “I can’t push you away if you keep saying things like this, whispering these words… You’re making this so much harder, no.”His teeth nipped the side of her neck. His handcurled around her throat, and he turned her head to the side, his lips brushing against hers.Kiss meThat was the only thought she had before hismouth was on hers. He didn’t pause, didn’t waitfor her to think, didn’t wait for her to catch herbreath…Soft but demanding.Gentle but passionate.Sweet but all-consuming.Fire licked through her veins, and her body went soft in his arms. For a short second, her world felt off balance, before it finally felt… right. Every part of her came alive, as the drums crashed and banged in her chest. Her soul cried in triumph, as she finally allowed herself to… feel.Maybe this was the moment she fell for him.Recklessly. Irrevocably. Wholly.Maybe this was the momen
Amyra is currently eating her second blueberry muffin because sweet Jesus, it tastes like heaven! And drinking the best coffee she've ever tasted. Dexter was just in front of her, having coffee.They're mostly quiet because neither of them chooses to start a small talk, like pointing out the weather today. It's pointless and childish of them to avoid the subject we need to talk about. But when dexter seems like he's done waiting and wants to talk to her about it as much as she wants to, she become nervous. Mostly because she don't want to have a fight with him.''I wanted to speak to you about the wedding. Though is not actually mine like the rumour had said.'' He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of him. He's watching her with a kind of a glint in his eyes, not giving anything away.It did well in making her nervous even more. She gulp the lump that suddenly settles in her throat. ''Yeah, I do have some questions ...'' she ate the last bits of her muffin, wantin
~ NEXT DAY~Amyra was being shaken awake the next time she came around. Her eyes opened tiredly before she jumped up in fright. When she met a pair of extraordinary eyes, she felt herself relaxing.He didn’t let her feet touch the ground before he was swinging her up in his arms. He walked them into what appeared to be a hotel. Confused why they weren’t in their home, she stayed quiet.It was his decision.When he reached the room, he let her down and steadied her when her legs wobbled a little.“We’re staying here for some hours before leaving to the wedding venue” he explained, staring into her confused eyes.Amyra nodded and smiled. “Okay.”Dexter walked further into the room and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling at his tie roughly. She waited at the door, watching and suddenly feeling very nervous. He pulled his shirt from his pants and looked back at her.“Come here, princess.”Amyra's body glided toward him like it wasn’t her own nymore. Standing in front of dexter, she wa
AT AN ESTATE ~~Breathe in. Breathe out. Come on girl. You can do this!. She stared at her self in the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked like she had just stepped out of an unrealistic fairy tale.Big gorgeous crystal white wedding gown, hands decorated with Bangles, het face and hair styled to perfection. This was it.This was her wedding day.Angelina giggled to her self, unable to contain her excitement. Her reflection giggled right back at her. She smoothed out her dress and took another deep breath saying a small good luck prayer over and over again."You can do this. It's just walking. One foot in front of the other. Easy. Walking down an aisle... With more than ten thousand pairs of eyes on you!....Aaaahhh" Her breathing rate increased. She cant do this!.What if she fall flat on her face?What if she trip?What if her heel breaks?What if she ended up fainting.What if-Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door."Sweetheart, are you ready?" Angelina looked at he
"Why do such a thing like mathematics exist in this world!!?" Phoebe yelled, hitting her pencil on her head, wishing that something could knock into her head. She was sitting right in front of Ace, but the icy 6-year-old boy in front of her never batted an eyelid, neither did he care to help her, so there was only one way to earn his cooperation. "Ace" Phoebe walked right to his side, making sure that her voice broke at the end. "Can you help me do my assignment? It's really hard because I am not that good at mathematics, but I heard from my mom that you never fail a subject," Phoebe said, and Ace scoffed. "You a very bad liar," Ace said. "What's the topic?" Ace added nevertheless. "Just fraction" Phoebe pouted. "The first question is....." She read out the first question fluently. "And what do you think the answer is?" Ace asked and Phoebe placed her fingers under her chin like she was in a deep thought. "24" Phoebe chose some random numbers. "Give me a book," Ace said, and
"mummy, am I really not going to see again?" Ace asked, his fingers moving towards the white blindfold tied over his eyeballs, caressing it slowly.Upon hearing his words, angelina who was about to comb his short dark hair froze, her eyes widened,a little taken aback."No, no honey, how can you say such a thing?, the doctor said that is just a minor injury and could be healed by a surgery, she said your eye sight would be restored soon, is just a matter of time okay?" Angelina whispered, patting his head while she tried to fight her tears in.She pressed her lips together when she felt like a sob would break out of her lips any moment from now."Momma, why do you cry?" Ace asked and that made the pain in her chest triple.... It hurts."Nothing baby, am not crying" Angelina said, using her fingers to wipe her tears."Like I was saying, your father is talking with doctor Nancy right now and she said that your eyesight can be restored when the surgery is done but not this year since your
8 years later~ "And that is how everything ended " closing the notebook ace petrified gaze met hers while Marianna, her four years old daughter sat upright " what's wrong?" "Did you and dad really past through all that " Ace voice rush in. "Did that evil man really commit suicide??" Looking at their curious gaze, she chuckled deeply and sat properly on their bed " of course, he committed suicide Because he was very scared to be caught and killed by the cops. " Angelina shook her head immediately she replied them, she dare not tell her little ones that their dad did something hideous by killing someone, they were too young for that. " I can't believe aunt Tasha once liked dad" Ace sat up and stare at angelina " her eyes always glittered whenever she stare at uncle dex " "so, that's all for today lovelies, close your eyes and have a good sleep, I wouldn't take any excuses tomorrow because by 06:00AM, you're up for school okay?? "Angelina said "Okay!!!"Ace and Marianna replied sim
~~~~Dexter grabbed his phone and typed a message furiously before sending it to Sylvester who replied also immediately."HOW DO ROMANTIC MEN PROPOSE MARRIAGE TO SOMEONE?"*HOW BAD AND SUPRISING THAT THIS WAS VERY MUCH THE SAME WORD I SAID SOME MONTHS AGO BUT YOU CLEARLY SAID YOU ARE INEXPERIENCED AND DON'T KNOW SUCH* Dexter scoffed upon reading Sylvester's message, of course he was inexperienced then and even till now he didn't know how to make a very blissful marriage proposal."FOLLOW YOUR HEART"Another message was sent to his phone from Sylvester again, this time Dexter couldn't deny that he was damn speechless.What was he going to do?, he needed to make her his wife quickly and legally but how?*******Dexter gently guided anyra's face to look at him. They share a sweet kiss, and when they part, he couldn't hold back anymore.“Marry me,” dexter blurt out just as she also says something.“I’m pregnant.”“What?!” They both shout simultaneously.“You’re pregnant?” Dexter asked, ma
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You know I love you, right, baby girl?”She bites her lip and nods, a blush hitting hercheeks.The hot crown of his cock notched against her sex, and they both stopped, their gazes clashing.She moaned and spread her legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good she could barely breathe through it all. Sylvester dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. "God. God. You feel..." He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling her completely.She closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over his damp back. "So good, Sylvester. So good."That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into her, kissing her mouth, whispering how much he wanted her. He grew incandescent with it, heat licking through her in waves.Sylvester made sweet love to her like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon they were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wa
Angelina felt Sylvester standing behind her, his heat warming her back, and she moved slightly back. Their bodies molded together, and his arms went around her. She felt his face in her neck as he placed a kiss there.Dean smiled and shook his head, muttering something under his breath. “I will see you both downstairs for lunch.”He gave her a final look and smiled, a huge warm smile that lit up his whole face. She smiled back, feeling her heart flutter with absolute happiness.Dean walked away, and she turned around in Sylvester's arms, facing him. He chuckled. His lips turned up in a small sexy smirk.They laughed, and then he kissed her, their laughter falling silent.“Did we really get married?” Her voice is soft, but he didn't see fear in her eyes.“We did.” Sylvester bend down and kiss her cheek before his mouth moves over hers. “It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?”She nods and closes her eyes as her hands go to his chest. “I’m not sure I want to wake up.”“You don’t have to be
All nervousness fled angelina as she saw the man standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at her.The man who would soon be her husband, Sylvester. His face brightened as their eyes met.Her breath was stolen from her as she walked towards Sylvester. She couldn’t remember the walk. All she could see and feel were his eyes on her. His greyish steel-colored eyes stared at her intensely, following her every step, her every movement.His black suit was similar to what he always wore, except for the golden tie. His hair was sleek on his head, but he didn’t shave. She told him not to. He looked so much better with a few days of stubble. His eyes stayed on hers as she made her way to him…her husband.Her heart drummed in her chest, so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Her hands grew clammy, and she held her bouquet tighter.She breathed through her nose, trying to act normal when all she wanted to do was run to him and jump in his arms.She quickened her pace just a little. She he
~A WEEK LATER~Angelina's heart hammered inside her chest as the women applied some makeup to her face while the other made her slip into her gown.Today was the most amazing day of her life and she couldn't help the thick nervousness that surge through her body.Was Sylvester ready?, what would she do after standing in front of the man she loved with her whole being.“You look gorgeous, dear,” Sylvester's mum said. From the mirror, angelina saw nancy and tasha nodding. They really did work their magic. Perfectly, she should say. The first thing she noticed was her hair. Tasha didn’t overdo it. It was simple yet so beautiful. Her hair was still down, but instead it was designed into a messy braid but with curls. White flowers were pinned along the length, with a simple and elegant crystal tiara on top of her head. Her gaze moved down, and she was thankful to see that Sylvester's mum kept her make-up light. Her eyelashes were coated with mascara, and they appeared really long. Her li
Hours later, angelina laid in Sylvester's arms, sated and feeling more at peace than ever. “You haven't been eating much lately, What do you want for dinner?” Sylvester asked, running his fingers through her hair. “I’m craving strawberries,” angelina mumbled, scrolling through the phone Sylvester bought for her some days ago. “You can’t have strawberries for dinner, angel. Dessert and as a treat, yes. Not dinner.” he said, finality in his voice. Angelina rolled her eyes. “Says who.” “Says me.” “Why are you acting all bossy, I asked for a simple thing which was strawberry, if I ask you to give birth to my favourite egg, can you do so??.” His hand tightened around her hips. “You like me bossy and you know is impossible to do that without your help” Angelina suddenly remembered when leo informed her that Zac committed suicide. "Did Zac really commit suicide?"Angelina asked while arching an eyebrow but when her warm gaze got locked on him, she noticed that he had a cool and compo