Raging Love

Kapitulo 15

Kapitulo 15

Cyrex held my hand since when we moved out from his place. I still can't believe that those are his. I looked at him while busy driving, his eyes focused on the road while my hand soften on his lips. Damn! I should be ready to whatever he would like to do. Especially the honeymoon. Would it hurt? Ah! Why am I thinking about that? Of course, it would. But I know that he'd never let me suffer from pain.

He pulled the car at his garage. I gazed out at the house, stood a few meters from me. I look at the floors that has of the house. Cyrex clicked on the controller of his car and he's searching for my hand. He lifted it and feathered a kiss at every finger.

"Is this your house?" I asked, and he nodded. I cleared my throat as I bring my sight back to the house I stiffened my gaze.

"Our house," he corrects himself, and leaned on my shoulder. "You're with me now. All of my things are all yours."

I shook my head, smiling. We pushed through the house until someone greeted us. A woman.

"Welcome back, Sir."

Cyrex smiled slightly. "You can go back to your house, manang."

The woman nodded. "Masaya ako na makita po kayo ulit, Sir."

Cyrex nodded. "Me too, manang. By the way, this is my wife."

She looked at me, smiling. I gave her a half-smile and wait for his introductory. The woman is not wearing an apron, he's wearing a Channel and a Gucci bag. Is she really a household worker?

"Fereine, manang Neria," Cyrex introduced her, and I nodded.

"Hello," I gave the best smile I could give. I saw her wide-smiled at me. She looks genuine.

"Hi, Ma'am," and she then glanced at Cyrex. "Ang suwerte n'yo po sa asawa n'yo, Sir."

Cyrex smirked. "No, I'm lucky to have her, manang. Sige na, uwi na po kayo, para makapagpahinga na rin po kayo."

"Sige po, Sir," she said, and barley bowed. Cyrex nodded slightly and she walked into the house I see a few meters from his—our house.

I fixed my gaze at him. He gave me a serious look and lifted me to his chest. I entwined my arms around his neck as he snap a look at me as his lips pressed my head. His mood is really weathered, sometimes nice and most of the time pokered-face.

He closed the door with his foot. His polished shoes touched the door. I bring my sight back to him that is now watching me, intently.

"What?" I smirked, and he shook his head. "I'm scared of you later..."

His brows meet. "I'll go slow, darling. Besides, the pain would just appear at first stroke."

My cheeks heated. "Please, shut your mouth. God."

He smirked. "I'll go slow. I swear."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," I said rolling my eyes. He gripped his hand and I felt the size of his hand much more.

"Just trust me, wife," he said almost in a whisper. I leaned in his neck and he continued walking and he then put me on the couch.

"I'm hungry," I said in nowhere, and the corner of his lips hefted. "Cyrex, I said I'm hungry."

"Let's see what we do with the situation here," he said unbuckling his belt, but he stopped abrupt.

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

He gets my hand it landed on his belt. My hands are cold and I do not even know what to do. Cyrex pushed my hand to the belt and I was shaking inside. Is this really it? Would be that painful?

"Y-you want me to..." My voice sunk when he nodded. I gulped and removed his belt, slowly. The electricity is traveling around my body, especially when he pulled off his zipper.

"Done," I said, and he leaned in to plant me a kiss on the lips. This is it! I'm going to give my soul to him.

"Tuck my pants," he said calmly. My throat is pulsating, my hands are jiggling in fright. “Please. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

I nodded, slowly. I grasped the hem of his trousers and slowly dragging them down. When I completely pushed down his trousers, he gave me a smile.

"Have you done this before?" he asked, and I shook my head. "So, I'll be your first? W-well, that's a news. Can't believe it."

"Stop talking." I look away. I don't want to look at him. He's wearing a white undergarment. So thin to be seen his s*x.

He chuckled. "Seems like you're afraid of me, aren't you?"

God, what should I do? I glanced at him and I watch him removing his pants. My hands are too excited to land on his shirt, undid each of his buttons. While his sight danced at my eyes and my lips, biting his lip.

I can pleasure him. I should no be nervous. He's my husband now.

I unhook the last button, staring at him. He c***s his head to one side, closing his eyes as I disconnected his shirt from his body sideways. Feeling his scent, I lean in to his chest and pressed my lips in his neck. He groaned shoving me to him as I continued kissing his the tip of his chin and his neck.

"Fereine," he moaned out my name, breath become hoarse.

I was about to lick his ear when he dragged me off him. He shoved me against the couch. His sight is full of lust and need. Kneeling, he kiss the thigh and skittered his lips to my ankle. I look up at the ceiling, crazy of his touch.

"Do you like that?" he asked teasingly, purring his mouth.

I nodded, squirming. "Y-yes..."

He moved to the tip of my feet. Removing my shoes, he kissed every part of my feet and skid up to my thigh. Crawling his hand in the hem of my dress, reaching the tip of the garter of my underwaer, and tug it down above my ankle.

"Does it feels good?" he whispered tracing my skin up my waist, smoothing around my s*x.

"Cyrex..." I growled.

He moaned sucking every inch of my folds. I floundered when he nipped my sensitive part. I don't know what to do, especially when he pushed himself to my pinnacle.

I moaned. "Cyrex..."

"Shh..." He kissed my belly as his hands weighed my dress until he reached my breast. Wringing, he climbed his lips up to my pelvis as his other hand skimmed down to my buttocks.

I cried when his hand penetrate my core. I closed my eyes and my body pushed through him but he kissed my lips. I replied to his kisses as he undo the garter of his boxer brief, I help him by clipping my feet at the garter and drag them down, slowly.

"Too much will be painful," he cooed, and I growled when he added another slim finger. "You like this, don't you?"

"Cy..." I called out his name, and he lifted me and shoved to his chest. He grabbed my lips with his, nibbling the corner of my brim, dancing his tongue inside mine.

He pulled himself off me. And he continued walking until he stopped at the grand scaffolding. I hold his shoulder as he put me on the cold, wooden floor, stepping back as his eyes darkened following his steps. I don't know where to look when his hand cupped my breast, squeezing with his large palm.

"Darling..." The word bacame a whisper when he parted my thighs and pressed his lips to the knuckle of my foot. Gliding them up, while his hand tightening my breast and trailed his lips up to my thigh.

I squirmed as he circumvented his direction and pushed through my s*x. I tiptoed when his lips pressing my folds, dancing his tongue along with his lips to my senstive part. I grabbed his head and shoved him more, parting my lips and cried as he bites my skin.

He pulled up. "You okay, wife?"

I nodded, slowly. "Y-yes..."

He feathers a hand around my shank as he pulled up and leaned into my breast. Tucking the hem of my dress, softening his lips against my neck. I didn't even realize that I'm now with my bra, there is only one garment left before he would owned me. Completely.

"So sexy..." he whispered, and I moan as he presses his lips on my neck. Biting the hem of my dress, undoing the garment from my skin, unhooking my bra.

"Cyrex..." I kept calling his name. There's no other word that would combined this sensation. Only him.

He looked at me. Leaning, he kiss the tip of my cleavage, down to my nippe. Sucking one of them as his other hand squashing my bust with intensities. I feel a tremor of aches as he bite the corner of my breast, and it sends electrictiy like all debrises are falling to my head.

"Do you love me?" he asked, bobbing his head up to see me. I nodded, and he breathed darkly. "Say it."

"I love you..." It became a whisper when he pressed the tip of his nose, and skate down to my pelvis until he stopped at my navel. Creating a swift spiral movement before he's decided to pulled up, watching me as my sight bob down to his thick.

He cleared his throat. I watch how his adams apple moved, especially when he leaned over to me, a few inches distance before our mouth collided. Pressing his hand at my breast, glissading down until I felt his pulsating manhood at my s*x.

He leaned over to my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. Grabbing his mouth he plunged his inside mine and I squirmed when I feel him ruled my body. He moved mercilessly until he adjust his pace when he saw a liquid escaped from my eyes.

"Wife..." he whispered, but continue what he's doing. "Fereine..."

"Cy..." I whisper his name as he claimed my mouth, pushing his even more. I surrendered my body to him, he rises his pacing until I close my eyes and let him own me.

He pulled himself as he found his release. Lifting me, I kissed him more often and he smirked, kissing my breast, supping my t**s with his warm mouth. I look up at the ceiling as he continued ambling through the staircase. Until he stopped when we reached the room, clicking the knob with his hand and opened the door ajar.

I couldn't ask for more. This is enough for me. Him. Only him.

I scoot over on the bedside, taking my phone in my hand. Cyrex is in deep sleep, wrapping his hand on my waist. The tingling sensation he's giving me me make me feel daze in allusion. His beard makes me feel in pink illusion that you don't even know what would it brings to you.

It's Ghad. I answered the call.

"Hello, Ghad," I began, my voice is evident from my arousal. Cyrex moved pressing my neck with his lips, and I move just a few inches from him.

"Fereine, where the hell are you?" His voice raised, impatient.

I glanced at Cyrex. "I'm with him."

"Who? Cyrex?" he asked.

I breath. "Yeah."

He exhaled. "Are you two get along with each other again?"

I breathed. "Yes..."

Cyrex pinched my waist. I turned to him and his eyes are about to open. I leaned in to give him a kiss. Ghad continued speaking about my one and only Sheram. I'm excited for his release but how unfortunate I am, I can't come.

"Take care of yourself," he said before ending the call. I stared at my boyfriend, gloomed and stress. Did I buried my claws in his skin that deep?

"Who was it?" he asked, calm. Rubbing his hand on my waist. "Was it your cousin?"

I nodded. "Yeah. He called for Sheram."

He just look at me. "Did I hurt you last night?"

I shook my head. "You're just... average."

He smirked and leaned in to level my nose. I caressed his face with my hands, rubbing his cheeks with my thumb. I may not be his wife, but I know that I would become that one soon. Just not now.

"Average to make you scream?" and he then smirked. "It sounds good, really. It's like a melody to my ear."

"Cy..." I rebuked him, and he grinned. I leaned on his chest. "Were you happy? Now, that you have already taken me?"

He sighed. "Very. We should marry, darling..."

I shook my head. "Not yet. I had to do this. For you. Myself. And him."

He exhaled. "I'm happy that you're here. I thought that you won't give me a chance to get to here."

I smiled. "You mean everything to me. You have showed me that I'm worth to wait."

"You truly are," he murmured. "Don't think that you're not worth my time. Because you are. And I'll never regret of giving this to you."

I bobbed my head and kiss his chin. He pouted his lips and he then lean on my breast. I want this man every second. I don't know why? But he's giving me the vibe that I had not felt before.

I left Cyrex in the room. I went to the kitchen, lush with lights and propellers. I open the oven as it makes a noise, taking the plate in my hand. I close the oven and removed my clothed glove when someone leaned against the foyer.

I scan his entirety. From his head down to his face. This is my man. He's wearing nothing while the corner of his lips twitch up when I gestured him to join with me. I still can't avoid my sight at the image of him naked, picturing him making love of me again and again.

"Get dressed," I command him. Sighing, he look down at my bust. "No. Get dressed."

"I don't have any underwear. I'm tired going back to the room," he reasoned and I sighed. I fish the garment from my pocket and give it to him.

"Get dressed," I said as if I am his superior here. The corner of his lips arched and took the garment with him.

Sighing, he pulled himself up and tugged the garment up to hide his thick. I just watched him sits on the stool, brows arching, confused. He took the spoon from my hand and looked at me. Oh, come on. Stop staring at me.

"Why did you leave me?" His voice is a whole, eyebrows meet. "You left me there alone. Mindless of your absence."

I reach his hand. "I'm sorry. I did not meant it. I just want to cook you for breakfast."

His eyes anchored at me. "No excuses, Fereine. You shouldn't left me there. Alone."

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't do it again," I said as if I was begging him. "Don't get mad at me, please."

He looked away. "I'm not. Just... upset. Don't do it again."

"I won't, darling," I said and went to his direction. "Please..."

He sighed, pressing his lips on my head. I sit on his lap. He cuddled my waist and nibble my skin with his mouth. I hugged him tight as he pressed the tip of his nose in my neck and cuddled me securely. He really is scared that I left him. And I liked it.