TAINTED HEARTS (ENGLISH)

TAINTED HEARTS 25

Chapter 25

“Hey.” His voice was hoarse.

His eyes blinked twice, and he promptly looked away from my chest.

“Ah . . . aren’t we going to sleep yet?” I asked.

He gulped and ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. He was holding back, but in the end, he couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing back at my chest.

“Um.” He coughed once to clear his throat. “Go to bed first. I’ll just look for something before going to bed.”

He started searching again but kept glancing my way.

“What exactly have you been looking for since earlier? Can’t we just sleep first and you look for it tomorrow instead?”

I noticed a slight loss of focus in his eyes. He looked sideways and at the floor before he finally managed to look at me.

“I have to find it now. I was . . .” He stammered. “It’s . . . important—”

“Is it more important than me?” I asked. “This is the only time we’re together in the house, just the two of us, and you still can’t even sleep beside me. Earlier, I slept alone. Now, I’ll sleep alone again?”

His lips parted and then he finally faced me. He grabbed his white T-shirt and wiped off the sweat on his body.

“Alright.” His voice sounded husky. “I’ll just ask them tomorrow.”

He swallowed hard when I walked to the bed. I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath to gather courage. The truth was, I was very insecure when it came to the women he’d been with—especially Addison.

That woman is a s*x goddess. She can walk naked, and no one would think she’s crazy—everyone would think she’s a piece of art. Her long, blonde, silky hair; her smooth skin; and her well-shaped body. I wanted to surpass her, but I knew it was impossible.

It’s like comparing a simple woman to a goddess. There was not even a one-percent chance. But still, Lennox chose me over her, right? So, I had to do something to make his choice worthwhile. And I couldn’t do that if he didn’t come to bed with me.

“You should change. You’re wet.” His voice was raspier now than before. That added fuel for me.

I felt like I was burning with heat despite the heavy rain pouring outside. I took off the shirt of his that I was wearing. I let it fall slowly to the floor and turned to face him.

“There. I’m not wet anymore . . .”

I was naked in front of him. I didn’t even have underwear on. The room was bright, so he could clearly see all of me.

His eyes scanned me from my bare feet upward, to between my thighs, my chest, and finally to my eyes.

I knew that he knew what I wanted to happen. And I had no idea why he was holding back. Was it because something happened between him and Addison in this same room?

That thought only made me want it more. I didn’t want him thinking about another woman when I was the one here.

“And . . . I’m not sore anymore.” My face burned instantly after I blurted it out.

His lips parted at my shameless words. He shook his head slightly, lips opening and closing as if he was about to say something, but stopped when his eyes landed on my body again.

“I want to do it with you again . . . now.” I chewed on my bottom lip while blushing. My appearance and invitation must have been a trigger for him. He stared at me and then quickly leaned forward to pull me.

He pulled my head back by my hair and brutally smashed his lips against mine. As soon as I parted my lips, he slid his warm tongue into my mouth. I moaned and clutched his chest. He groaned while his tongue explored the inside of my mouth.

Just when my knees became weak, he gently pushed me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me. He gripped my waist when I caught his tongue, playing lightly with mine. After our tongues battled, he lifted his face to look at me. He wiped away the saliva on my lips.

“You are beautiful . . .”

My cheeks grew hot. He smirked. He kissed my lips again before trailing down to my neck, and then finally to my chest.

“Lennox!” I cried out when he aggressively sucked me alternately. The way he sucked made me more excited and hornier.

I clutched the pillow and bedsheet beneath me when his kisses went lower. I moaned and gasped, anticipating his mouth reaching my c**t. Lennox was teasing my entrance, rubbing it slowly while his wet kisses trailed down my stomach and abdomen.

I willingly spread my legs when he opened them wide. I closed my eyes and grabbed the sheet tightly when his mouth finally landed on my c**t and began pleasuring me.

I arched my back and dropped my hand to his head, tugging his hair as he killed me with his gentle licks and sucks, tugging my sensitive buds with his expert mouth while thrusting two fingers inside me.

My body went limp when he thrust his tongue inside me along with his two fingers. Then he sucked my c**t again, gently nibbled it with his teeth, then sucked my swelling buds with his lips and tongue while letting his two fingers move in and out.

I gripped the back of his head and bucked my hips against his mouth. My insides tightened. Something wanted to be released. I struggled to breathe, waves drowning me.

“Oh, gosh! I’m—” I couldn’t even finish shouting that I was cumming.

I let out a long, powerful moan. My legs shook, and my eyes rolled back as I reached release.

“Ah . . . stop . . .” But Lennox kept licking and sucking, as if he were drinking some sweet juice there.

“Lennox . . . ah . . . stop . . . no more, please . . .” I pushed him weakly.

He finally pulled away. Then he positioned himself between my thighs. His wet lips caught my dry lips. Next, I felt his slow, careful entry.

“Ah . . .” I moaned in both pain and pleasure.

The second time, it still hurt, but the pleasure quickly filled me as he filled me with his c**k.

He was staring at me while thrusting slowly, swirling my inside and tugging at my heart with each thrust.

“Ah . . .” I moaned shamelessly, even though I knew his eyes were on me.

No matter how huge he was, the sensation of his length entering me and his weight pressing down on me was just amazing. His warm body covered mine. His rock-hard manhood gave me deep pleasure. This is what making love feels like. A tearful and heartfelt union.

“Mmm . . .” He groaned softly, enjoying his slow pace. “Haa . . . f**k . . .” Then suddenly, he surprised me with a fast pace. “Damn it! f**k!” His moans and movements became uncontrolled.

As soon as Lennox leaned in, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I held him tightly while he moaned in my ear. Seeing him out of control made me moan too.

“I love being inside you. I want to make it slow,” he grunted in frustration, then forced himself to slow down.

He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes mirrored the pleasure I was feeling. He lowered his gaze to watch our joined bodies.

His hands were braced on either side of me. His eyes fixed on our connection, watching himself enter me slowly. His brows furrowed, as if struggling to hold back.

I bit my lower lip as I stared at him. He looked so damn hot staring down at our joined bodies. He looked back at me. When he caught me staring, he pressed his thumb against my c**t, rubbing slowly.

“A-ah . . .” I moaned, eyes never leaving his. I didn’t know slow thrusts and slow rubs were such a good combination.

“You’re so damn beautiful . . . and I own you . . .”

I closed my eyes and nodded. You own me. My body. My heart. Every part of me. I surrendered everything to you, Lennox.

“I . . . Ah . . .” I screamed as my orgasm built again. His pace never changed. He kept it slow, but my walls tightened hard.

He licked his lips as he watched me burn under his touch. He looked proud and amazed.

“Don’t . . . don’t look,” I said, embarrassed.

He only smirked.

“I want to see you closely when you come,” he said, pressing harder on my c**t.

I grabbed his hair tightly. My lips parted wide. His gaze locked onto me as I screamed his name.

“Damn,” I heard him mutter as he watched me climax.

“Ah . . .” My vision blurred as nonstop waves of pleasure coursed through me. “Lennox . . .” I moaned again as he watched me shudder beneath him.

His eyes burned, melting me. He gritted his teeth, then without a word, changed his pace. He thrust faster and harder while still staring at me.

Though weak, I managed to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist as he repeatedly pumped deep. I gasped when he dipped his head to my chest, sucking my peaks alternately.

He growled when I tried bucking against him, enjoying the deep penetration. I thought he’d like my response, but instead he stopped me. He gripped my waist and pulled away from my lips. Both of us were panting.

“Stop thrusting, Xena, or I might come inside you,” he warned, holding my hips still.

I was already on the verge of another orgasm when he suddenly halted and flipped me over. On my hands and knees, he lifted my ass slightly and thrust from behind.

“Oh!” My mouth shaped a perfect O, my eyes widening. The position was awkward, and I moaned as he hit the perfect spot each time.

“Lennox!” I shouted as my hands went shaky. In this position, he had full control.

“Ah!” It was Lennox groaning as he thrust from behind, occasionally slapping my ass.

His pace was inconsistent—sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Still, my insides tingled. When he slapped my ass again, I trembled. My arms gave out, my face hitting the pillow. My orgasm surged again as he slammed from behind. My whole body almost collapsed, but before it did, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me upright as he continued pounding. My orgasm faded then built again, shocking me.

What the hell?

I screamed, on the verge of crying from another release, when he stopped again. At first, I was confused, then realized he just wanted to change positions.

I gasped when he lifted me upright, pulling me down the bed and then lifting me quickly. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Like I was just a sack of rice he carried. I was too stunned to even ask what was happening.

My gasp caught in my throat when he pushed my back against the wall and shoved his still-hard c**k inside me. I moaned; he groaned, my ass bouncing against the wall as his thrusts grew harsher.

He kissed me roughly as he moved wildly. My weak hands pressed against his torso. He moved aggressively, hitting my deepest spot. He was brutal but beautiful at the same time. His grunts against my lips made him sexier. My mind went crazy with each thrust.

“Le . . . Lennox . . .” Tears brimmed in my eyes. My feelings for him were so strange yet so real. This was happiness I never wanted to end.

I once imagined my husband to be sweet, romantic, gentle, and soft. But Lennox was the opposite—and I loved him even more.

I loved his roughness. I loved his aggressiveness. Strict and snobbish as he was sometimes, I found him hot either way. He never told me he loved me, but I loved the way he touched me. I could wait for the day he’d say “I love you” back.

“I love you . . . I love you so much . . . Lennox . . .” I whispered as a tear fell. He drained all my strength. I gave him everything, completely sincere.

“Agh! Ah! Xena!” he groaned with a desperate pump. After three more hard thrusts, he pulled his c**k out, leaving me empty as his hot release splattered on my thighs.