Chapter 61: Chapter 61

MALAYINA.

May 17th 2018

I lay in my bed.

Screaming amid a pool of sweat. The darkness will not let go of me, and I struggle against her embrace as I drown in her sea of agony.

"No!" I exclaim. "No! Please release me." I toss and turn, my limbs tangling in the sheets as my head thrashes against the warm pillows of the hotel.

"Mikros (little one), calm down. You're safe, I am here." I can hear his gentle voice attempting to reach me as he calmly tries to pull me out of my nightmare.

I continue to follow his voice as it leads me out of the tunnel and into the light.

As I open my eyes, I jerk awake, panting for air.

Morning has come.

My room is illuminated by the sun, and I turn to face Amar. I throw my arms around his neck. "We're alive," I cry. "It wasn't real, none of it was real." I cling to him tightly as he tries to pry my arms away.

Not because he does not want me to embrace him. I sense that I am most likely suffocating him. I allow him to gently remove my arms from around his neck like I am made out of glass. I wipe my eyes as I take in a shaky breath.

I wish Caddie was here.

She always knew what to say as she stroked her fingers through my hair and I laid my head on her legs. "It's okay, Mal. We have each other and we will get through this, together." She would say in a reassuring voice.

"Mikros (little one), no one will ever hurt you again." He says softly as he slips his finger under my chin and raises my gaze to his.

I quickly find myself drowning in the depths of his emerald green irises. I'm still furiously mad with him but I also want him at the same time.

"I promise you from now on I will always keep you safe and I will-"

"Shut up, Amar." I cut him off.

I don't need his words right now.

But what I do need is his gorgeous lips on me, kissing me all over as he makes me scream with pleasure instead of terror.

I lean in towards him and press my mouth to his. They're inviting and soft as I lick the seams of his lips, pleading with him to let me in. I moan as he opens his mouth and my tongue comes into contact with his. He tastes minty and fresh, and I deepen the kiss, yearning for more.

Unexpectedly he places his hands on my shoulders and pulls away with a low growl leaving his lips. "You don't want this, agápi mou." (My love.)

He stands from the bed, running his hands violently through his damp hair and begins to pace the room in front of me.

I touch my swollen lips with my fingertips. I can still taste him, his freshly showered scent intoxicates the room.

I watch him pacing in nothing more than loosely fitting grey track pants, his feet making soft slapping sounds against the floor, and I realise that I have never desired him more than I do right now.

It could have something to do with me watching him die in my nightmare, knowing that he has slowly crept his way into my life and planted his roots deep within the branches of my heart.

Or,

Anything other than sitting here in a trembling mess is significantly better.

I rise from the bed and approach him, linking my fingers together with his, and he comes to a halt, looking down at our joined hands.

"Do you want me?" I ask him breathlessly as my gaze wanders over his masculine body.

"Nai (yes). I will always want you, mikros (little one)." He mutters as he closes his eyes.

He looks like he is having an inner battle within himself between doing what he believes is right and what he really wants to do. I take the lead and I strip. Standing in front of him as naked as the day I was born.

I run my fingers over his chest, around his shoulders and down his arms. I place his hands on my breasts and my inner Goddess somersaults as his eyes spring open.

I lick my lips, moving one of his hands down my torso, watching his greedy eyes feast over every inch his hand touches until I slide his finger inside me. I use his hand to finger fuck myself and I brush my lips against his.

"I want you." I moan, wrapping my leg around him. "You make me so fucking wet. Yes. Amar, please!' I cry out as he inserts another finger inside me.

His hand moves from my breast to my arse and squeezes me firmly before slapping me. The slapping sound resonates around the room, and I feel myself lavishly coating his fingers in my virgin honey.

"You have the power to drive me insane and bring me to my knees at the same time, agápi mou." (My love) He whispers against the shell of my ear.

I snake my arms around his neck and wrap my other leg around his torso. "I still hate you." I cry out as he pumps into me faster.

My teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, muffling my ecstatic cries. He makes an animalistic roar and slams me into the closet wall. He removes his fingers from inside of me and puts them in his mouth, sucking my arousal off the tips of his fingers.

"Fuck that is hot!" I mutter as I crush my lips against his.

I can taste myself on the tip of his tongue and it drives me wild. He shuffles about, pulling his pants down with one hand and the tip of his cock sits at the entrance of my core. His lips move from my lips to the crook of my neck, licking and sucking on my feverish skin, driving me completely wild.

Amidst the sounds of my moaning, I faintly hear him mumble, "I'm sorry, mikros." (Little one.) Before he thrusts into me, balls deep.

He remains motionless as he waits for the sting from him tearing my hymen to fade. "I am grateful to you for awarding me the lovely gift of your womanhood, agápi mou." (My love) He whispers soothingly.

My inner Goddess rolls her eyes and I want to tell him I didn't precisely wrap it up and present it to him. He made me feel super horny and it's not like I plan on sleeping with him again.

I begin to move slowly, the sensation of my walls stretching around him feels.. strange. It's a lot different from being fingered, and the more I move, the bite of pain that had earlier dominated me begins to subside.

I cling to him, "Dont talk, just fuck me." His eyes peer up and they collide with mine.

His left eye twitches and before I can take my next breath, he slides out of me and puts me down on the ground. He grabs me by the wrist and drags me along with him to the desk in the corner of the room.

He pushes me forward, bending me over it, my face rests on the cool surface and he slams into me from behind with both my hands behind my back. I want to cry out in pleasure but I know I've pissed him off.

With one hand on the arch of my back, he fucks me, giving me exactly what I asked for. My face slides up and down with each thrust, filling me to the hilt. Pressure starts to build in the pit of my stomach, my pussy walls greedily suck him in deeper and just when I think I can't take it anymore.

I cry out incoherently as I cum all over his cock. He lets out a grunt, pumping into me harder and I feel him jerk inside me. Once, twice and he coats the inside of my walls with his cum.

He pulls away from me a few seconds later. He makes no comment as he walks away, and I wince as I hear the slamming of the door that connects our rooms.

I also start to feel like the worlds biggest bitch.

But then I remember what he did behind my back, the secrets he kept from me and that bitchy feeling quickly resides.