Page 72 of His Cursed Heart

Emmeline looks at me playfully.

"Are you okay?" She asks me with a soft tone.

"Yeah." I say with a small voice. I stand up and took out my heels and breathe in relief when my legs are out of them. I do the same with the jeans and shirt.

"Is he treating you well?" Her question makes me frown. I guess she knows more than her parents do.

"We're at each other’s throats every time, but he's not crossing the line." I say and I look in her eyes. "And he makes me feel these stupid bugs in my stomach, it's weird." I scrunch my nose up.

Emmeline laughs makes me frown again.

What did I say so funny?

"Oh, Althea. Those are butterflies." She answers me with gentleness in her eyes.

"Butterflies?" I ask again.

"Yeah, when someone creates butterflies in your stomach it means you lo-like them." She says quickly.

I'm not stupid. She wanted to say love.

My heart tighten in a painful mode. It can't happen.

"Nah, I think they're meant to piss me more off." I try to convince her and myself.

I get under the duvet and put my head on the pillow, exhausted. I feel Emmeline patting my knee and then leaving the room.

I let out a sign. What a fucking day.

I think I feel asleep because I feel a huge body hugging my body to something hard. I look behind me and I see Everette looking at me with his dark eyes.

He puts his hand on my cheek and brings my face closer.

"What are you doing?" I ask and I feel my body trembling.

"Something I should've done earlier." His hoarse voice makes me frown.

I feel his hand tighten around my cheek and he slams his lips on mine.

It has become a necessity to have her lips pressed against mine. To feel her soft touch and the fast breathing against me.

I tried to stay away. To let her alone like she asked. But enough is enough.

I'm craving the smell of her skin, the feeling of her soft hands in mine, the fire in her eyes when she looks at me. I've never been a patience man.

And I won't start now.

Seeing her dressed in those jeans that made her ass like a perfect peach and the black shirt that molded her waist and breasts like a second skin made me want to throw her on our bed and have my way with her. But something stopped me. I can't say what, but I managed to let my thoughts away and get to know my wife.

But I have my limits.

When I entered the room again and saw Althea asleep, my only intension was to sleep too. But when she unconsciously pushed her ass into me, I snapped.

Now, I'm more biting her lips more than kissing. I bring her face even closer even if that's impossible. I can't get enough of her.

She puts her right palm on the arm that I'm holding her face with. She starts to stand up and before to ask if I should continue kissing her, Althea grabs my face and starts crushing my lips to hers. Our tongues are in duel of dominance, our teeth are hitting but we don't care.

I feel her nails scratching my face and I growl. I try to stand up and get in control but her strong grip on my face keeps me in place. I separate our lips and I start to let wet kisses along her cheeks, jaw and collarbone, leaving bites also. I feel her tortured moans when I exhale on her neck. My tongue traces her neck, leaving a wet spot along. My lips suck different parts on her neck and Althea starts to get more impatient. I smirk at the effect I have on her and I move my hand until I feel the rubber band between my fingers. I grab it and I take it out of her hair.