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[REBECCA]
I writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing.
“Such explicit language, my kitten,” he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. “I wonder how best to tame it.”
“Artemy… I need you.”
“No, my kitten, the moment is mine now,” he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.
With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience.
“Shed your dress,” his command was clear.
Obeying without hesitation, I discarded my dress, letting it fall to the ground. He nodded toward my bra, clinging to my body. Eagerly, I discarded that as well, leaving myself exposed to his hungry gaze.
“You’re a vision, Rebecca. Enchanting,” his words were a caress as he undid his belt.
Slacks unbuttoned, zipper lowered, he stood before me in all his naked glory, his hardened arousal freed from its confines.
Feeling the heat of his gaze, I instinctively clenched my legs together, a gesture he seemed to savor.
“Come to me, my kitten.”
Approaching him as though ensnared by an enchantment, I gravitated towards his presence. His thumb exerted a sensual pressure against my lips, tracing a teasing path back and forth.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “No longer an Angel, are you? Can you fathom what lies ahead?”
I shook my head, my heart hammering in a wild rhythm. “I’m going to bring you to the point of begging. I’ll trail myself against your moist entrance until you’re pleading for my possession. And then, I’ll claim you with a ferocity that will render you utterly submissive.”
His voice dropped to a velvety murmur. “I intend to taint you, Angel.”
His explicit language sent my mind reeling. Logic dictated that I should flee, that these words were an unmistakable warning. Yet, I was immobilized.
Instead, I drew closer, yearning for his touch.
This was my Artemy. Despite the intimidating words, I was certain he wouldn’t harm me. No, he would deliver ecstasy until I could endure no more.
His hand encircled my waist, anchoring me to him. His warm breath brushed my ear as he whispered his next commands.
“Kneel, my kitten.”
His words left me breathless, my eyes widening in astonishment. Oh.
Stepping back, his fingers grasped my neck in a possessive hold. “I want those captivating green eyes gazing upward while I possess your mouth.”
I shut my eyes momentarily, but his grip tightened, forcing them open again.
His thumb traced my lips. “And I desire to witness your lips swollen from pleasuring my manhood.”
Desire surged through me, electrifying my entire being. His hand pressed on my shoulder, and my knees buckled. I found myself kneeling before him.
His arousal was exposed as he lowered his trousers slightly. He stroked his hardened length, coating the tip with his arousal.
“Part your lips,” he commanded gruffly.
Complying, I felt his other hand in my hair, urging me nearer. Slowly, my lips opened, permitting him to enter my mouth.
His length filled my mouth, and I took in as much as I could. His head tilted back, veins pulsating in his arms and neck.
A guttural moan escaped him when the tip brushed the back of my throat. For a fleeting moment, resistance flared within me, but he withdrew slightly before thrusting forward again.
I glanced up at him, witnessing unadulterated pleasure etched onto his countenance. Gradually, I surrendered control, allowing him to guide the rhythm, dominating my mouth.
He plunged repeatedly, his breaths shallow, gaze fixed upon me. Widening my mouth, I accommodated him. I sucked, licked, my tongue tracing the pronounced veins along his length.
A hiss escaped him, hips bucking involuntarily. He thrust with intensity, pausing briefly before repeating the motion.
“Ah… Rebecca,” he groaned as I grazed him gently with my teeth. “Precisely like that… oh, yes.”
Tension coiled in his thighs, his muscles taut. He was on the precipice of release. Redoubling my efforts, I continued to accommodate his thrusts.
Yet, before his climax, he withdrew abruptly. Ragged breaths escaped him as he pressed me against the wall.
With a practiced maneuver, he positioned one of my legs around his hips, his erection grazing my wet entrance.
A gasp slipped from my lips as he eased inside, just the tip penetrating me.
My eyes widened as he reached climax, his release painting my inner walls, trickling down my thighs.
I gasped for air as he groaned, his hips grinding against mine. His head rested on my shoulder, chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
His hand ventured between us, and I clung to his hair desperately. I doubted my ability to endure any more.
His fingers brushed against my thigh, pushing his essence back into me. I clenched around his fingers, my head thrashing involuntarily.
Removing his hand, he offered it to me, guiding two fingers past my parted lips.
“Suck, just as you did my member.”
My pulse quickened in response to his command, and I obediently enclosed my lips around his fingers, drawing them into my mouth with a hesitant suck.
My tongue swirled across his fingers, meticulously cleansing them of our shared essence. He trailed his moist fingers down my neck, a sensuous gesture preceding a deep kiss that he claimed from my lips.
Artemy deftly maneuvered my other leg around his hips, guiding us toward the bedroom. Our bodies found the bed in a synchronized tumble, him settling above me.
Eagerly, I spread my legs to accommodate his presence. He leaned over, capturing my lips in a demanding, lingering kiss.
As his pressure met my core, I gasped, a sharp intake of breath resonating through the room. Whimpers escaped my lips, a symphony of need, as he stroked his length along my slick warmth, generously coating himself with our intimacy.
In anticipation, I clenched, and then he eased into me, a gradual intrusion that completed me entirely. The sensation arched my back off the mattress, my hands grasping his shoulders for stability.
Artemy pressed me into the bed, withdrawing fully before regaining entrance. His rhythm began to build, each withdrawal followed by an insistent thrust. My legs were guided upwards, knees bending to grant him unimpeded access.
He delved deeper, the tempo escalating in intensity, each thrust a testament to his fervor. Painful stretching merged with a primal satisfaction, forging a paradoxical blend that I found myself relishing.
“You feel exquisite,” he breathed as he drove into me. My inner walls embraced him, a tightening embrace as he retreated again.
Between my thighs, an ache pulsed with a hunger that bordered on desperate. His pelvis brushed against my sensitive bud with each motion, and I fought to stifle the cacophony of sounds that threatened to escape.
“Artemy,” I moaned, my breaths shallow and urgent. His thrusts grew more forceful, a relentless rhythm that ignited a fire within me.
My fingers found his back, nails sinking into his skin as desire consumed me. Matching his tempo, my hips lifted to meet his every thrust.
With a guttural groan, he plunged deeper, his movements intensifying. His voice, rough with desire, urged me to articulate my desires.
“Tell me what you need,” he demanded, punctuating his words with a voracious kiss.
“Make love to me,” I implored, my back arching as he obliged, penetrating me with renewed vigor.
“You are my love,” he affirmed, his gaze aflame with passion and affection.
Artemy withdrew slightly, then lifted my legs over his shoulders, granting himself deeper access. Every thrust now was a symphony of intensity that threatened to shatter my world.
Sensation radiated through me, teetering on the edge of exquisite fragmentation. I embraced the impending release, a blissful rupture that I welcomed eagerly.
My body coiled, and ecstasy loomed on the horizon. As his climax drew near, he leaned over, stimulating my sensitive nub as he thrust inside me, merging our climactic crescendos.
A scream tore from my lips, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure cascaded over me, unending and profound.
In that euphoric haze, Artemy’s motions persisted, prolonging the ecstasy. He roared as he found his release, filling me to capacity. Another wave of rapture claimed me.
Exhausted yet fulfilled, he rested his forehead against mine, both of us gasping for breath. Our shared endeavor had left us breathless, a testament to the intensity we’d shared.
Our connection had been explosive, a fusion of passion and longing. I gazed into his eyes, a shared understanding passing between us.
Slowly, he withdrew, our mingled essence trailing. His attention lingered between my legs, an appreciative gaze that sent warmth through me.
“You look incredibly alluring,” he rasped, his words kindling a smile on my lips. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly, a sweetness that contrasted our earlier intensity.
“I adore you, my Angel,” he murmured.
“And I, you, Artemy,” I responded softly, our declarations a cherished secret.
As slumber beckoned, he arranged us on our sides, enveloping me in his embrace, a protective possession that promised more in the hours to come.
[Epilogue]
The following time I regained consciousness, solitude greeted me. Sunlight filtered gently into the bedroom, casting its warm glow, while in the distance, the rhythmic crash of waves serenaded my ears.
Shifting within the confines of the bed, my gaze canvassed the space for Artemy, yet his presence eluded me. Moving proved to be a struggle; my muscles, though tender, bore the marks of what I could only describe as a satisfying fatigue a testament to the previous night’s endeavors.
Rising from the bed, the dulcet tones of Artemy’s voice wafted from downstairs. The symphony of clinking dishes intermingled with his voice, and a smile graced my lips as realization dawned: my beloved husband was orchestrating something in the kitchen.
Swiftly immersing myself in the shower’s embrace, water cascaded over me, washing away traces of the night’s passion. Emerging refreshed, I confronted my reflection in the mirror, my skin adorned with the imprints of Artemy’s affections a tapestry woven by his kisses and embraces. These marks, an emblem of his claim over me, evoked a sense of belonging that resonated deep within my core.
I was his, just as he was mine.
Clad in a towel, I left the room, drawn by an irresistible pull towards the window that framed the captivating dance of ocean waves. The scene before me, serene and sublime, choked my throat with emotion, tears blurring the vista before me.
This was happiness a state I had finally embraced.
Before he materialized in sight, I felt Artemy’s presence a tingling sensation that electrified my skin. His arms enfolded me, drawing me into his sturdy frame. Leaning my head against his shoulder, my gaze remained fixed on the panorama beyond.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” my voice, soft and laden with gratitude, escaped. “You’ve banished the shadows of the past, Artemy. Through the night, you ignited a fire within me, a flame of vitality and love. I felt cherished, adored, alive,” I continued, my fingers intertwining with his.
Artemy’s lips found the tender skin behind my ear, a gentle caress that spoke volumes. “It was you who saved me, Angel.”
“You’ve restored my wholeness, Artemy.”
“The sentiment is mutual, Rebecca.”
I confessed my gratitude for his love, to which he replied with an admonishment against thanking him for what was as natural as breathing.
Our hearts, inexplicably tethered, had chosen each other unequivocally, an undeniable force we hadn’t resisted.
Though my wounds hadn’t entirely healed, scars lingered. Nightmares still occasionally claimed my slumber, panic clawed at my serenity. My past was etched into my essence, a haunting echo I struggled to escape. Nevertheless, I pressed onward, diverting my focus to the light, the love, the happiness enveloping me.
I would never be entirely free from my past; Alberto’s sinister mark remained. Yet, Artemy completed me. He enabled me to experience life, to love anew. In return, I held his heart, a cherished gift.
United, we stood.
Within his embrace, I could finally claim happiness as my own. This newfound contentment would illuminate the chapters of my life that lay ahead.
Turning to face him, his vivid gaze locked onto mine.
Azure met emerald.
Artemy’s smile mirrored my own, his eyes alight with tenderness.
“You are my Angel,” his voice, a murmur of reverence, brushed my ears.
Indeed, I was.
His Angel, just as he was my savior.
This marked the genesis of our tale…