Craved

Chapter 10.

Isaac POV. 

I felt so incredibly relaxed when I got home from the Bar. I got to see her, kiss her and feel her in more ways than that dickhead who was dancing with her ever will. 

There was an anger and jealously still lingering inside of me that made me feel sick. Why she would want someone else’s hands on her was beyond me. The thought of anyone else’s hands on her made me queasy. 

I knew she wasn’t a possession or something to be owned, but she was mine. Her body, mind and soul. All of it was mine. Just like all of me was hers. I belonged to her as much as she belonged to me. 

I remember reading once about the theory of a soul mate in Greek Mythology. According to Greek Mythology, once upon a time, humans were originally created with four arms and four legs. Zeus feared the power of humans and split humans into two separate parts, forever in search of the other half. 

Alison was my other half. She made me whole. 

It took all of my strength to not drive back to the bar and stay beside her, but I knew she needed her space. 

I did everything humanly possible to keep myself occupied until she was home. I cleaned the kitchen, putting on the dishwasher and even swept the floor. I went and tidied my room for the rest of the night, deciding to unfold and refold my clothes back into their draws. 

I completely lost track of time when I heard the front door slam and saw my clock read that it was a little past three in the morning. 

She was back. 

I stepped out of the room and heard the bathroom door close, followed by the sound of the shower running. 

I rested against the corner of the couch, folding my arms across my bare chest. The night was cool, and I only wore thin PJ shorts which was not helping in any way. I played on my phone, counting down the minutes until she would emerge when I heard it. 

Soft sobs erupted from the room and I snapped my head up. She was crying and I knew it was because of the events of tonight. 

I threw my phone on the couch and before I could think otherwise, I walk into her bathroom. It only took a second for my eyes to focus on her body. She was curled up in a little ball on the floor, hands wrapped around her legs and even from where I was standing, I could see her body shake as she cried. Her face was blotchy and red, making my heart contract. 

I stepped inside her shower, sitting down behind her so my legs rest on either side of her body. I curl my arms around her, holding her tight to my body and continue to feel her shake. 

Please, don’t cry because of me,I please silently. 

There was no doubt in my mind that I was the reason behind why she was crying. I knew she was overwhelmed with her feelings for me. She has mentioned before how afraid she is of her feelings for me. I couldn’t help but feel responsible for the way she is now. I didn’t want to push her- to force herself to love me, but I want her to recognise that it’s okay, because I wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I say against her shoulder. Kissing a water drop on her shoulder. 

She was still shaking when she turns around to face me. I search her face, wishing I could take away the red that coated her face from her crying. Suddenly, she cups my face and leans forward sucking my bottom lip.

I let out a sigh when our lips connected, feeling that usual spark completely light up my insides. I keep my eyes closed but could feel her whole body turn around to kneel in between my legs. She leans in and kisses me lightly making me moan softly. Her lips were always so soft when she cried. 

“Ali, don’t,” I whisper against her lips. My hands cupped either side of her face and I pulled her back gently. “What are you doing?” I whisper again, finally opening my eyes to search her face. 

“I just want to feel good,” she whispers back, leaning in close and planting another slow and soft kiss. I close my eyes, savouring the soft feeling of her lips. “Please make me feel good,” she begs, and I feel my body shiver with need. 

I am a selfish man and would do anything she asks. 

I pull her face closer to mine and slam my lips against hers, consuming her. I lick at her bottom lip, pleading with her to open up and let me taste her. She does what I want and my tongue caress. Her hands slide up my legs and one of them cups my growing erection.

“Oh God,” I moan against her lips, tilting my head back, from the feeling against my concealed d**k. 

She slides her hand over the wet fabric, the water gliding her hand smoothly against my length. 

She pushes me back until I was lying on the shower floor and makes quick work of removing my shorts. She straddles my waist using her hand to hold my length until it was positioned at her entrance and we both sigh as I slowly fill her. 

Fuck, I could feel everything, and I groan loudly, the warmth from her body around my d**k. So warm and tight around me. The feeling was overwhelming, especially when she began to move her hips up and own. I watched my d**k disappear and reappear from inside of her and watch as her heads tilts back as she moans loudly. Her hand rests against the shower wall for support as she rides my c**k. 

I wasn’t going to last much longer, somehow this time was different to the rest. I meet her thrust for thrust. 

Then I realise. 

I wasn’t wearing a condom. 

“Ali, stop,” I groan. Holding her hips to stop her torturing pace. 

“I’m so close,” she cried back to me, trying to move her hips to find her release. Her bottom lip pouts and I groan when she shifts her hips. 

“Ali! I’m not wearing a condom,” I explain. I force the rising feeling inside of me down. I will not come inside of her. 

“It’s okay,” she dismisses. 

“Ali, I want kids, but not right now, okay?” I say, and this makes her stop. 

She pauses and stares down at me with a blank face, my d**k still inside of her warm body. I watch as her eyes search every part of my face and notice her eyebrows pull together.

She gets off of me and steps out of the shower, quickly wrapping a towel around herself and exiting the bathroom.

She left me on the floor of the bathroom, and I get up, stepping underneath the water before turning it off. 

I don’t know what I did or why she practically ran away from me.

I follow her, wrapping a towel around my waist and leaving my drenched shorts on the shower floor. 

“Ali?” I walk into her room. She wore a black nightgown with lace around the breast and stops just below her knee. Her hair while wet was already curling and shaped around her face. I had to take a moment to appreciate her beauty. 

“What just happened?” I asked. I knew we had to stop what we were doing but it didn’t mean that we couldn’t finish in other ways. Was she mad because I wanted to stop? 

She stared blank faced at the floor. 

“Can you please tell what is wrong?” 

“You want kids,” she almost whispers, her eyes still focused on the floor. 

“Yeah, one day…” I say, hesitantly. 

“Zac,” she whispers, her eyes finally looking directly into mine. She takes a deep breath in and pauses for a moment. “I don’t want kids.”