Page 117 of Nemesync
I continued for a few seconds and when pleasure hit, I slightly pulled out from her at the last moment, spilling myself all over her thighs. The sight of my own cum sliding her skin was heavenly.
My marks on my woman.
I caressed her arm, chuckling as she’s trying to breathe again.
“Bite me harder next time.”
She laughed and promised, “I will.”
Something changed between us these last few days. I changed, with her at least. I kept the star necklace in a box with every gift I had received all these years, along with every emotion I had before.
But she was fucking opening it again.
I shampooed her hair, savoring the silky strands against my skin, while her head fell back and she let out little satisfied moans as I massaged her scalp. Glossy black hair, long and thick, cascading like a dark waterfall on that pale skin waiting for me to be owned and kissed. She was just magnificent.
When we got out, I put her close to me and kissed her forehead before giving her a towel. Leaving her alone to get ready, I stepped out and stood by the window, the skyline spread before me like a tapestry of lights.
I looked at this city that holds so much of my life as I took a sip of my vodka, the liquid warming me from the inside.
The fucking stars again, I tried to understand what made Zanae so passionate about it, what made my mother feel the same way. Was it because they couldn’t see light in their life but could not deny how bright the stars were in the sky?
I was lost in my thoughts, when Zanae emerged from the bedroom, wrapped in one of my shirts that clung to her curves.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice a gentle melody that made me come back to reality.
“Come here.”
She settled on my lap, her arms around my neck.
We sat in silence for a moment. Just the two of us. Her delicate fingers brushed my cheek, then she planted a small kiss on my temple before asking, “What are you thinking about?”
I met her eyes, mesmerized by them. I needed to see my reflection in that honey color, I needed it to remember.
10.
Amber eyes. On me. Soft and compassionate.
“She loved the stars.”
My mother loved them, as much as Zanae does.
I can clearly remember her trying to escape there every time she felt sad. And now that I’m grown up and had to stop being a child without my mother, I can’t find beauty in things she liked.
Because it hurts.
It hurts deep in my fucking soul.
She stole the stars in my sky the night she died. She stole them and I never saw them again before Zanae.
Sometimes when I sleep, I can still dream about the way her hands would just caress my hair, and her voice when she would just talk to me about the stars. I’m trying to kiss her cheek, to look at her.‘Mamushka!’. Her face is bruised, pale,dead. And when I reach to touch her, she just disappears.
But my anchor is still here too.
Zanae’s eyebrows furrow, “Who?”
I take her hand and kiss her wrist, “My mother, she loved the stars too.” She rests her head on my shoulder and begins stroking my back gently. “My father used the organization to take away the one person I loved the most—her,” I continue, bitterness coloring my words. “Elias wanted revenge because he was cheating on your mother after you came to life with my mother, and it still haunts me.”
I want to explain to her that I thought her father was the one provoking me every year on my birthday by giving me a pieceof my dead mother, and found out it was the organization, but I couldn’t say anything about those gifts, not now.
