Chapter 31: Chapter 31

“E-ethan…” I groaned his name while he was pounding from behind. I separated my lips, panting for air, when he put his two fingers inside my mouth, playing with my tongue as he pummeled himself on mine. I choked as he slapped my foot, making a red check on the right cheek.

He let out a groan as if diving in so much pleasure. I don't know why but it turned me on to hear him making a sound like he's enjoying it. He grabbed my hair and constrained my upper body to get up. My eyes set on the ceiling as he kisses my back neck, tracing a line with his tongue. I nearly cried when he went quicker and more demanding, making my groans turn into shouts of ecstasy. I can't see anymore, all I think of is Ethan rocking my body like we haven't seen each other for a year.

He grabbed my right breast and caressed it brutally. He bit my earlobe, whispering something. I couldn’t get it clearly at first, but when he ceased for a minute, I got back into my senses. I was about to ask him why he stopped when he turned me around rapidly and made me confront him. Our eyes are leveled at each other. He looks down at my lips, his hands resting on my cheeks.

“You’re my world, Natasha.”

I blinked, processing what he said. It made my heart do a tumble, and my breathing hitched. Before I might even say something, he pushed my body on the bed and spread my legs wide open, making me shriek in pain. I feel like my tissue will reap off anytime now. He grabbed his thing and stroked it up and down, looking intently into my eyes. I swallow timorously. I know this is not the first time we have done this thing. However, I’m still frightened he might go amok once more. I keep in mind passing out after doing it for seven hours straight. I was depleted the following day.

He went interior me without caution. Due to the fact we hadn’t seen each other for a month, my walls were extended wide open, making me cry as if I were a virgin once again. I mean, prior, he was pounding my ass. Now, he’s ready to take me inside my womanhood. He dropped on my top and kissed me on my lips, devouring each part of it. He pushed slowly at first, taking his moment inside me. I wrap my legs around his torso then look at him.

“Promise me, Ethan, you’re not going to murder and leave me again.” I pleaded with him while meeting his every thrust. His jaw moves, then he looks in the other direction, incapable of replying to my question. But I didn’t give up, even if it pierced my heart. I grabbed his cheeks then made him look at me with the eyes asking him to answer me.

"To understand each other, let me know who you're first," I asked him carefully, frightened to make him frantic. I anticipated him to say something, but he just went up. He grabbed my parted legs and put them on his shoulders. He spits on my opening, then thrusts faster as if he's catching something. My chest shook with my body as he hit deeper into my center. I grabbed onto the pillow, telling him to slow down, but he didn't listen to me.

My body responds, but my mind is shutting down since he ignored my questions again. I looked away and let him know what he wanted to do to my body. I can’t force him since when somebody is traumatized by their past, you can’t anticipate them to open up that effectively. I ought to understand him. I smiled bitterly when he came, but I didn’t. I can feel the flowing of his seeds inside me as he breaths sharply. I couldn’t care any longer. He drops to my side, not saying a single word.

I turned around, facing the wall. My mind was playing tricks with me once more. Why am I letting Ethan control me? If I can’t have simple answers from him. I just wanted him to stop killing and don’t leave me again unanswered and bothered. But possibly, I’m just his comfort zone. At whatever point he felt like going home to have a rest, he would come to me and leave me whenever he felt like running away again. I was not too fond of it. The thought of being used, and I fucking loathe myself for letting him abuse me emotionally.

I closed my eyes, driving myself to fall asleep, when I felt his arms wrapping around my waist. I stiffened, feeling him behind. His member is poking at my hole, but he didn’t push it in. He snuck in between my neck then let a trail of kisses up my cheeks. I wanted to push him away. However, the tingling sensation and the electricity streaming through my veins ceased me from ruining this moment we had. He rested his chin on my bear, and his eyes watched my side view.

“I’m scared to tell you why I’m obsessed with blood and killing,” he whispered, his low and dominant voice echoing in every corner of the room. He moved some strands of my hair to see my face.

“I don’t want to make you think I’m a bad person, Natasha. I was made like this, not born like this.”

He breathed out a deep sighed then made my body turn to him. He rested his chin on his palm and tilted his head a little, observing my face underneath his stares. He squints, flaunting his long lashes, making me question my worth as a woman.

“I’m likely the most fuck up person you met in your life, but I can tell you, Natasha. I’m not like my twin who fucking used you. If ever he’s alive, I’m going to strangle him and make him pay for what he had done to you. I’m going to-” he abruptly changed his shape again. I am astounded he can change his character within seconds, even if it’s not even a full moon. Based on what I know, approximately werewolves only vary their identity as it were when the full moon strikes. But I figure not all fictional stories can not be based on real life.

“Hey, calm down. Easy… it’s alright, Ethan. I already moved on from him. Besides.” However, I held his hand, smiling to myself because his words comforted me.

“You’re here, and that’s all matters.” I smiled.

He stared at my face, before letting out a harsh cursed. My eyebrows furrowed, confused when he suddenly went on top of me.

“You have the most lovely smile, Natasha. Smile more, please.” then he brought down his face, taking my lips once more before we made love again. I don’t know how many times we did it, but I honestly didn’t care if I got pregnant or not. If it’s Ethan’s child, I’ll bear it. I can deal with it.

The next following days were typical for both of us. Ethan didn't leave the house, which to my surprise. He's helping me with the chores in their home and groceries. He even drove me to my flat to induce some of my clothes since I decided to live with him. Yes, I know it's sudden, but I want to try our relationship.

“So, you’re going to live with him?” Mrs. Johnson asked while watching Ethan carry the boxes of my things. I looked at her, then let out a warm smile.

“I’m going to visit you, Mrs. Johnson. You’re the greatest person I met here. Thank you for everything and the care you had given to me, which I was longing for a parent.”

She covered her mouth, and the tears were swelling. She motioned me to hug her, and I did. Before letting go, she kissed me on my forehead while caressing my back.

“Please, take care, Natasha, okay? I’m going to miss you. Don’t hesitate to come back whenever something bad happens.” she took a side-way glance at Ethan, who was waiting outside. He’s leaning on the car’s entryway, arms crossed. He’s wearing shades, protecting his eyes from the sun. Women on the streets gape at him, admiring his beauty, but Ethan ignores them.

“Be careful, and I don’t trust him anymore. Ever since he came back after being kidnapped, he changed. It’s like it’s not him.”

I chuckled nervously. You have no idea, Mrs. Johnson. I bid my farewell to her one last time then went outside. The sun hit my face as I look up. I put my hands above my face, covering my eyes from the light.

“Natasha.”

I slowly look at the man I will live my life with from now on. He offered his hands to me, and I took them. I had no job, no education, but I am living the life I wanted to be. To be with someone who puts my inner demons at ease.