Page 101 of Fervency Love

He rubs my clit, quickly dispelling any doubts I might have, and then suddenly impales me with his cock and starts fucking right the way I like it. My body missed him. We’re perfect for each other. We’re tailor-made. His every movement makes me go mad. Spasms roll over me. I’m close. My pulse quickens. I can barely breathe. Then, I come, reaching fulfilment. At the same moment, Ve slides out and shoots his seed over my ass. I offer him a pack of wipes. He cleans me up and slaps me again.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he chuckles as I glance at him with a raised brow.

“I like it when you do that. Your dirty talk turns me on.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Incredibly, yes. Normally I’d think it vulgar and off-putting, but when you talk to me like that so openly, with lust spilling from your voice, it really does turn me on.”

“What do you want to do now?” he asks, breathing in the smell of my hair.

“I have something for you to fill in.”

He sits up, his interest piqued.

“What’s that?”

“A set of questions. So we can learn more about each other.”

“Oh, darling, I think we already know each other pretty well,” he purrs, as his hand climbs my shoulder. Each spot he touches is immediately covered with goosebumps.

“I’m not talking physically. I’d like to know what colors you like, what are your favorite numbers, what ice-cream flavor you like the most…”

“Alright, let’s go!” He takes the paper. I also hand him a blank sheet so he can write down his answers. “Just don’t look. You’ll read this when I’m gone.”

“Okay. I’ll go make us tea.” I kiss him on the cheek and go to the kitchen.

It’s funny and a bit childish, but it’s going to be a nice memento. Maybe I’ll find those answers in another twenty years and smile at the memory. I collect them from all the people I care about.

Ve leaves before nine. I’m making myself another cup of tea when the rest of the family comes back. I don’t think they notice someone was here.

“How was the party?” I ask with feigned interest, so they don’t start asking questions.

“Funny. Your uncle talked about the military again. Real horror stories.”

“Great. I’m going to sleep then.”

“Everything alright?” Mom asks.

“Yes, I’m just tired after the week.”

I really am. All this time without Ve has drained me mentally. If situations like that keep happening, I won’t survive.

I grab Connor’s answers and read. There are a couple things about him that are new to me. One answer focuses my attention more than the others.

Question 77: Who am I to you?

Answer: The Everest of my dreams.

How eloquent, how beautiful, and how totally him! Wow! It’s a lyric from a song he likes, but that doesn’t matter. It’s more than “I love you” for him. I press the piece of paper to my heart and let out a sigh.

Chapter 50

Abby

There’s a knock on the door at eleven thirty. I open. It’s Connor. One glance and I’m sure something is wrong. I’m right. He’s in a peculiar mood. I try talking about something, but he doesn’t answer. He’s only chuckling and keeps poking fun at me. I’m not in the mood for that. I’d rather be alone. I make him leave. He’s probably high. His pupils were narrow, and besides, he’s only like that when he smokes. I don’t like the way he treats me when he’s stoned. That’s probably how he treats everyone, though.

I’m bitter and angry. What was he thinking? I’m not some random bitch, I’m his girlfriend! I won’t let him disrespect me like that. Sometimes I think I can’t feel a thing—not sadness, not regret, not happiness. Nothing. Only helplessness. What did this man do to me? I’d like to know what’s in his head when he’s in one of his extremes… One time he told me he used to like to kick up rows at home on purpose. It made him feel better. Sometimes I wonder if it isn’t just him seeking attention, doing something to gain it.

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