"Do you love him more than ?" Lyndon asked and pinned her on the bed, creating distance between their bodies, he rolled to be at her top and caged her to his arms, beneath him. He leveled their faces and peered at each other's eyes. "Or you love more?" He breathed heavily, heart pumping, his heart was screaming to him to stop this torture he was orchestrating himself. He gulped and waited for her answer, he could see that she was having a hard ti to answer so he tilted his head and kissed her, lovingly, he took her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Because it wasn't a simple kiss, she replied to his intensity, which cald his system and banged his heart at the sa ti. He cussed at his head and pressed her delicate body on his, he held her waist with one arm. He mashed him to her soft lips as his hand was pushing the back of her head.
Her tongue voluntarily seeped into his mouth and he gladly sucked her. "Haaah," he breathed her in, tilting his head for further access. Her slender arms were embracing his head, he could feel how welcod he was. Her fingers, he could feel them pulling his hair harshly. It feels good…
This woman---she was nothing for him before---but now, he could die for her. He would die for her, no matter what she said, even if she loved Kraig or Matteo more than him, he didn't care anymore.
People would always betray him anyway. Tiana and Kraig, who he trusted, end up hurting him for their selfish intentions.
Yanarym lied, she deceived him by loving Kraig at the sa ti. She loved him too. It was a very greedy decision for her to make. But he was not mad anymore, that ant she could not let him go either. She could choose Kraig over him but she did not.
She loved him. If she decided that she had to stick to one person. If that person was not him, he would just beg for her. Readily to accept becoming her option. His pride? He laughed and let go of her lips. A thread of their saliva glistened in the dark as they separated.
Choosing between his pride and her love. No one had to ask for more. Pride was already tossed out of the box.
"Lyndon," He opened his eyes and saw her eyes that were closed and swollen lips that were parted. She was catching her breath and despite the darkness, he could see her rosy cheeks --- so beautiful, so pretty.
"Why? Can you answer the question now?" She gulped, her hand drifted from his nape to his cheeks. He closed his eyes and felt her soft warm palm.
His Yanarym was like a rose, so gorgeous to look at but inflicting his injuries if he dared to touch. Was he an idiot if he found the pain she was causing pleasurable?
Lyndon brushed his lips to her thumb, he parted his lips and her finger dived to his mouth. She was about to pull it out when he snatched her wrist. He kept her thumb inside and tasted it with his tongue.
It was bland. It didn't taste special. It was only her skin but the more his tongue lavished it, he andered her hand. Making her other fingers available for him to savor.
"L-lyndon," he halted and pulled out her index finger that was soaked by his saliva. He redirected his attention to her face and she was firmly closing her eyes. He stooped to her neck and whiffed her scent to his nostrils.
He should have decided whether or not he intended to engage in conversation with her or ravish her. But it was hard to think if she was right in front of him… in addition, he might have wanted to know what she really felt, but he didn't desperately need to know it. As long as he could stay… as long as she remained. That may be enough.
'It was not enough though,' his mind underwent.
Lyndon inhaled sharply, "I won't be mad, tell the truth. I only want the truth."
"I love you the sa way." She gloomily said, "I'm sorry." He smiled, he was not happy about it, but what else could he do? She loves him the sa as Kraig.
"What about Matteo?" Lyndon peered at her, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Y-you know M-matteo?"
"Yes, and the fact that you are his bride." She blinked her eyes, her lips moved, she was trying to say sothing but there was no voice coming out.
Lyndon gulped, it hurt, she wasn't even denying it. Each question, and each answer, was hurting him.
He should have just ravished her.
"I'm not mad, I just want to know your thoughts and feelings. I'm not gonna neglect you. I will turn blind eye to your emotions." He whispered to her, she didn't look away, she bit her lips and nodded.
"Yes. Matteo told he would marry ." She uttered breathlessly. Lyndon watched closely how her reaction would change and asked, "Would you marry him?" Her eyes flickered, she gulped.
"I can't go against him, he's a god," Yanarym whispered and Lyndon uttered nothing, he just peered at her, and concluded her vague answer, that was a yes.
She would marry Matteo.
"Do you love him?" She paused, he paused, she didn't move and he didn't as well. In the silence in the darkness, both of their hearts beat in rhythm. "Do you… Rym?"
This question was a lot harder than the other one.
"...I do." She uttered voicelessly, but Lyndon saw her lips and ntally heard her voice.
His heart shattered. It was not one but two, he shared her with two n. And the worst part was, she was willing to marry the other man.
He could fight Kraig to have her love. But could he fight Matteo who was determined to ascend her? Even though he could love her all his might---in the end, she would be with Matteo in heaven forever.
He could say he didn't want it, or he would stop it. But could he really do anything?
"Will you leave ?" He gasped and firmly closed his eyes. He shouldn't have asked, his heart was already gripped, he knew the answer.
Her eyes were telling the fact, Matteo was above him or Kraig. She loved Matteo more than him or more than Kraig. Her eyes wouldn't lie.
"If I have to-" before finishing her word he devour her lips. She moaned at the abrupt roughness. Between his kisses, his teeth would nip her lips, she would whimper but she was not protesting. As if she was accepting a punishnt. That made it feel a lot worse, why would she accept a punishnt? She knew that she was breaking his heart? Was this enough to convey his despair?
Lyndon let her lips go for a second. He looked at her with sadness but there was anger in those eyes too. He sat up and hastily took off his shirt. He made her sit to take off her dress.
She submitted, without fighting, she complied with him.
"As long as you love , I will cherish you, Yanarym. Tonight, at least pretend that you are all mine tonight." He whispered to her ear and rain kissed her neck to her chest. "Let's not say any nas other than ours, can we?" He murmured to her ears and she breathlessly nodded. "Good."
Lyndon reached her breast and nailed her on the bed, he pulled off her underwear and unbuckled his belt. He kept on tornting her nipples---licking them as it erected. Then, he spread her legs and found her soft flesh, dry. Waiting for him to make her drool. He took off his pants and they were both totally naked.
His fingers expertly made her cunt damped, she arched her body that gave him more access to her breast. She would moan loudly each ti he grazes his teeth to her bouncy flesh.
Since she was already wet, he inserted his middle and index finger into her hole. And it was tight. His cock throb just thinking he would bang this warm wet hole tonight. When he was done tornting her breast he slid his tongue to her stomach and found her clit.
"Ohh…" the foreplay didn't last long, because his aim was not to pleasure her but to tornt her. He kneeled and freed her breast from his mouth, yielding her calf, he lifted one to see her translucent cunt. The scent of her witness intruded his sense of sll. "L-Lyndon…" she ekly said his na. He didn't respond, instead, he yanked her body and pointed his at rod at her dripping hole. "Ah-hhhh!" Her leg stretched, it tensed as he pushed to her hilt.
"Rember… who is claiming you tonight." They both gasped as the pleasure intensified.
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