His worried posture turned into a statue – right as he was. No peculiar expression was coating his face, just a plain pale numbness. "Have you really drank that much?" He sounded despondent, yet like a dart hitting right at the center of the mark— grazing my heart.
I was not supposed to take the hit. Not when he was unknown to me.
"Why do you drink so much?" His breath fractured a low grunt. "Do you not have me?" His eyes landed upon me, seeking an answer. They were gleaming crimson behind a watery veil.
I could not understand the pain he was suffering from — it held no meaning for me. What is he worried about? I don't even know him.
"Just say something!" He begged with an aggrieving tone. But after receiving no answer from me — "at least let me treat your wound," he settled.
His fluctuating emotions, and tenderness, even after the rejection, wounded my heart. But uncertainty regarding his agenda seized me from lowering my guard and I fisted my pricked hand under my palm on my thighs.
He noticed it but showed no reaction, as if he had expected me to pull back and pleaded, "please," his palm trembling towards mine.
It hurt to see him like that, but my defense stood just as taller. I refused and jerked my hand back before he could land his touch.
A mangled gasp escaped his lips, his eyes squeezing shut because of the evident heartbreak. He grasped my knees and rested his forehead against the back of his large hands, "please … you're scaring me."
"Am I that incompetent?" He shot a hurtful look at me with the darkest color of red in his eyes, seeking an answer and then — tears dribbled down his pale cheeks like rain in the gloomiest weather.
Those tears pierced through my heart, urging an action of comfort, but my eyes remained glued to the beauty he possessed, even under the clothes of sorrow. His lashes had soaked up, the tip of his nose flushing like his cheeks. He looked hauntingly beautiful, — unbelievably gorgeous, wrapping his beastily body in the wrapper of fragility.
I remained stunned, frozen in my place. That image had only been real in my head, never in the world I lived in.
Tears continued beading down his cheeks, unstoppable with the sound of his soft cries. Logic was slowly slipping away from my grasp like those tears, I wanted to cup his cheeks and kiss those pears away.
But I was aware. Grudgingly aware.
"Everytime you drink I feel this way. Am I not good enough?"
I didn't know what to say.
"I feel scared. I feel like …you'll vanish any second." He rested his forehead against his hands once more.
His tearful devotion finally, completely sliced through the core of my reasoning and my self control. My body entered into a temperature I could no longer withhold. The voice in my head boomed, he is exactly what I had dreamed of.A man bigger as a mountain, crying like a puppy in the rain for me. This is what I have always wanted.
Take it.
A trance took over me. My ears could no longer hear anything, my eyes fixated on the target, his moving lips, which were wording some more hurtful things.
I had hurt him. I had made him into this mess; I grasped his cheeks. I had brought those tears in his eyes. I was the reason behind the ache in his chest: and I crushed my lips against his, bringing real silence in the room.
My mind melted, as I sucked his lips. I breathed my lust and redemption into his mouth, sizzling under the touch of his skin.
His scent intoxicated me, his whimpers riling the heat in between my legs as he loomed over me, my face in his grasp.
I slipped my tongue in his warm mouth, and received the warmest welcome of his tongue. His tongue danced along mine, our saliva deepening the joint between us.
An abrupt crawl of his fingers into my nape, pulled the heat to my groin as an abrupt push on the mattress, took away my sense of gravity.
The emptiness in the air disappeared, he closed the inches between us, and caged me under his sinking elbows on the mattress and his burying knees.
While, I locked my fingers into his slick strands, tilting my head to deepen the connection.
I didn't realise I was so very close to his body. I could feel the warmth and heaviness take over me when suddenly an advancement towards my waist jerked me out of the slutty dream.
I snapped and shoved him on the mattress, the voice in my head screaming, what are you doing? About to stand up when I was pulled back on the bed.
Once again, I was pinned under his enormous body, his lips devouring mine like I was the feast he'd been waiting for.
Then a jolt. He lifted me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, while his lips never stopped sucking mine.
"Mistress …" He whined into my mouth, riding on the high horse of ecstasy, I could feel it through his touch. It was blazing through his body.
"Put me down." I grunted under my jagged breath, digging my anger into his shoulders. "Put me down!"
My body was aching for him, every inch screaming to take him, make him mine. But my mind demanded — run.
If I did not run in that moment there was nothing which could pull me out from the sinking sand I was burying myself in. Just because of the list I felt for that guy.
There was no expectation residing in me, that he would obey and put me down. I assumed he'd continued salivating his lust into my mouth, sucking what he wanted from me.
But he released me. He put me down on my feet and sank to his knees on the floor.
"Please don't scare me, mistress. Don't … leave me." He trembled like a leaf below me, his hands back in the position on his thighs as if someone had carved it in his mind, his eyes jittering against the floor.
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END OF THE CHAPTER 3
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