Page 126 of His Cursed Heart

I nod shortly, my body trying to relax.

It's just Everette.

He won't hurt me.

I feel his lips on my forehead, his hand leaving my

hair to go to my pussy. His finger touches my clit in a gentle way while the others are teasing my opening. I focus on his cock, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. I moan when his fingers enter me, the vibration of my voice making his cock jerk in my mouth.

My body relaxes at the pleasure that runs through my veins, feeling the tip of the brush disappear. I frown, not understand what he's doing, when suddenly I flinch when I feel the wet tip entering me. My breathing is low and I feel my mouth going numb. His fingers start moving faster, my pussy welcoming the pleasure.

When my nerves and anxiety almost win over me, the weirdest thing happens, making me gasp. The brush disappears in me, my hole sucking it eagerly. I moan loudly when I feel myself full of him.

Full with Everette.

My husband.

My savior.

His fingers are in sync with the brush, pumping in and out of me, bringing my body back to life. The pleasure makes me whimper and my skin on fire, my eyes shutting. Sweat covers my body and my insides are melting.

I feel so many things. Things that I thought were forbidden for me, but Everette makes me see a part of life that I never experienced.

I hear Everette groan and my eyes open and all I see is skin. My nose is touching his pelvis and I realize that I have all of him in my mouth, pulsing. My jaw hurts and my throat is sore, but I keep sucking him until he can't control himself anymore.

The brush and fingers disappear suddenly and I yelp at the emptiness I feel. Everette straightens his back, taking me off him. With wide eyes, I wrap my legs

around his waist and I feel my lips swollen. "So beautiful," He whispers and slams our bodies to the chair, this time, horizontally, like fucking normal people.

He opens my legs and bites his lips when he sees my drenched pussy. I feel moving, but I know my body is too tired to even flinch. I see Everette moving the chair until it's between the two mirrors. My heart stops when I see the god in front of me and both laterals.

Why is he making my heart beat like crazy? Why is hope filling my body when I see the awe in his eyes.

With a gulp in my sore throat, I open my mouth and ask the only thing that I desperately want.

"Can you please make love with me?" My voice cracks, but I continue. "I know you don't love me, but please, I-I need to know for just a moment how love feels like." Even if it's fake.

Everette looks at me with an emotion that I can't describe. His eyes are desperate for something, and his face has a frown. He catches my hips and brings me down, until my pussy meets his balls. He leans down and kisses me with a painful passion.

"Oh, Althea," He whispers and my eyes try to read his face, his mind.

Give me something, Everette.

Please.

He locks his eyes with me, and thousands of butterflies fly in my belly. Everette brings his hand between us, putting his tip at my opening, and with one gentle push, he enters me. Our eyes are stuck on each other, my face contracting with pleasure.

His thrusts are slow, rocking my body into paradise. I can feel him caressing my internal walls, touching that deep spot that darkens my vision in euphoria. Tears are filling my eyes at the intimate act that makes me

tremble and come back to life.

This is love, Althea.

That's why people say that love it's incredible. My mind is clear, seeing just Everette, my heart is full, feeling just Everette. My skin is on fire, because Everette touches me.

"Mhm, this is," I moan when his thrusts are getting harder.

"Incredible." Everette finishes my sentence.

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