Thorns of Roses

Euphoria (Part 1)

Song for this Chapter:

To the Bone-Ysabelle

CHAPTER 61

CORINNE

Tomorrow is our trip with Carina and Diesel to Vegas, everything is settled and ready. All I have to do is finish the finishing touch of my piece that I will release at the annual exhibit five days from now. I'm nervous and excited. Nervous because I don't know how Blaze will take this way of my confession that I love him, excited because I am looking forward to the new stage that I will take by telling him the way I really feel.

As I look at the piece that I am so proud to have made, nothing else runs through my mind but my husband. I don't know until now when and how I loved Blaze, if he asks me, I won't be able to answer why and how, so I poured all my feelings into our sculpture. Blaze is smart, he is the smartest creature I have met in my whole existence in this world. I know he can easily decode the hidden message or not so hidden message attached to this piece.

I still didn’t even know if he’s still in love with Hannah, but for the past weeks, I feel that I had gained him feelings once again, or is it just my hoping heart for him?

But the marriage shift something between us, or the way we feel with each other.

Sometimes, I can’t even stop myself to think that I wished, it was me again, that it was me whom he wants until now. what if I had made a decision the night, I left him with Hannah. What if I chose him? Maybe we’re happily married without filters and no one can hold us down.

Because whether we admit it to each other or not, Hannah is the one holding us down. I don't know if he still loves Hannah, if he is still looking for her or if he is still waiting for her or if he and Hannah are seeing each other secretly behind my back. I don't know, I'm afraid to ask him the answer that I know will hurt me. For now, as long as I can pretend that I'm not affected or afraid of Hannah, I will do it, in exchange for a moment of calm and peace in Blaze and I’s marriage. I know that I have no right, even if it is said that we are married, I know why we got married, I know my true place in his heart, legally, yes, I will win. But for him, will I ever win?

I didn't realize that in the depth of my thoughts I had finished the piece, I took a deep breath and smile when I see the entirety of what I did. I moved away a little and leaned against the big white wall while staring at the sculpture I made. I am so excited for everyone to see it, especially him. Madness, happiness, gratitude, sadness, brokenness and love. I was able to put all of that together in one piece. And I only have one wish that he would feel all of that the moment he saw this.

I wrote with black paint below the title of the piece I chose the name I always call him, “Angry God”

When I am done, I smiled at it one last time before turning off the lights and locking the door to my studio. Blaze for once didn’t get inside my studio, he knows how I love my privacy too well, so he lets me set up my own lock with it. And I don’t want him to have seen the piece before it was ever done. I want this perfect.

When I entered our room, he was fast asleep. I showered and took my time to relax in the tub. Once I am done, I lay down next to him, but I turned my back to him. After a while he also moved and put his huge long arms around my body. This was the first time he hugged me while we slept together in bed as a couple. My body froze but the beating of my chest is running a thousand miles from here.

“Are you finished?” he asked me, his voice is hoarse that sends electricity on my core.

He didn’t touch me after that night on the roof with our friends. We didn’t had s*x after that.

“Yeah,” I answered him.

“Sleep.” He says in a very controlling way, but I love him being like this. I like him like that.

I kissed the hands he put around me and closed my eyes and fell asleep smiling.

As much as I want to tell every detail of our Vegas trip, I wanted it summarize for every one of you.

If there’s a word that can ever describe that trip it would be “Love.”

I feel love and loved on that two-day trip with him, and I guess that trip help us being a couple.

As usual, we fly using the Mayhem’s private jet on the early morning. We did drink a couple of tequila’s even if we didn’t still even lands on Vegas. But we are having a good time, all of us.

I can see that Diesel and Carina is happy with each other. I can see my best friend kissing my sister from time to time and I am glad, I can able to looked at them right now without feeling a sudden pinch of pain inside my heart.

I didn’t even realize that it was long ago that I desperately wished to look at them without bitterness inside me, and look at me now, just being so happy for the people I love.

Sometimes, Blaze will be caught me laughing and having a good time with Diesel, and at that moment Diesel and I were back for being the way we used to be before what happened. I don’t know if that was jealousy, but every time I am getting comfortable with Diesel, Blaze is there instantly beside me clinging his arms on my shoulder, or wrapping his arms on my waist possessively. I told you, I love him that way.

When we land, we checked in on our hotel rooms. I swear Blaze has some fascination with Hotel’s penthouses for we got one here in Vegas too.

Before we meet Carina and Diesel downstairs for us to get party and Casino hopping, Blaze cupped my face and leaned me on the floor to ceiling mirror type of wall on our hotel room. He kissed me savagely, it has been awhile since something happened between us. We’re both drunk and stoned the moment we stepped inside our room. I am still wearing my bodycon maroon dress that hugs my curves, with a pair of white heels. I kissed him back as hungry as him. He lifts my dress, and I am glad I'm wearing a pair of my Victoria secret white lingerie. He took time to appreciate my body, this is what he likes the most while having s*x with him, he seems to make you feel like you are the most beautiful woman in the world. When I was completely undressed with nothing but my lingerie, it was my turn to gradually undress and button down his gray long sleeves one by one while kissing his chest and when I did, I was immediately attracted to the tattoos surrounding his entire body, I just opened the belt and his zipper and just let him wear his slacks and he's d**k springing in life in the open.

He's kissing me on my whole face, my neck, my n*****s, everywhere while his hands are on my breast squeezing it tightly, painfully. But I love the pain. While my hands are on his back, pressing his butt on my core deeper while I stroke his huge hard d**k with one hand hard and fast, eager and needy.

I didn’t care if any of this hotel windows will see us, I wanted them all to see us. And get jealous on how I will c*m hard. I want everyone to see that this man is mine. And no one else, even just for a while.

In just one swoop, he’s lifting me on my feet and leaning my back on the mirror wall for support, he’s hungry and I am starving. He slid his hard shaft inside me as I lean my head on the wall, closing my eyes, moaning and taking him full, taking him whole as he growls with me.

Once he’s inside, he pounced inside me fast, back and forth without a pause, in a heartbeat. He’s f*****g me hard. And I am so f*****g wet, dripping even, and I can feel it on our legs.

I was screaming his name nonstop as I kissed every part of body that has tattoos, and he loves it, the way growls and pressing me on the wall even deeper that I am not afraid it if breaks.

The state of euphoria he’s giving me is addictive, I can live with this feeling forever.

“f**k, Darling, you’re so f*****g tight.” He moans while kissing me on the bridge of my neck and face holding it without escape while pouncing on me hard effortlessly.

“I’m going to c*m,” I told him, unable to open my eyes.

“Who you belong to, Darling?” He bit my skin on my neck and I scream in lustful feeling.

“Yours.” I looked at him, he’s eyes were wild while I didn’t see any smirk or smile on his beautiful face.

“Call my name, Darling.” He ordered.

“Matty, f**k me, Matty!” I moan.

He didn’t need to be told twice as he pounced on me nonstop hard, and I c*m as hard as he did inside me. both of us we’re dripping. Our c*m combined together.

He still carry me on the shower and open it and he stepped inside with me as we both took a shower, kissing and touching each other once again, like we couldn’t get enough of each other.