Page 81 of His Cursed Heart

their nature. Everette is like them. Beautiful, prideful, cruel.

I shake my head and I continue to slide down until his hand is near my breasts. I close my eyes and I move again, his touch letting a burning trace behind. I hold my breath as his big hand slides across my left tit and when I believe I'm out of his embrace, his hand squeezes my tit painfully.

I let out a quiet moan, trying to get away from the pleasure that runs in my body.

"You think you're sneaky, little fox?" His rough morning voice makes me whimper more. My eyes are still closed and I feel his hand massage my breast.

Like that night. A night that I've been trying to forget since it happened.

I arch my back at the second wave of pleasure.

"Do you like torturing me, little wife?" He asks again but my throat is too weak to make a sound other than moan. "You make me lose control, and I'm a master in control." I put my hand on his big one and I don't know if I him to stop or to continue. I feel his other hand caressing my hair and face and I feel lost in his twisted game.

Those stupid bugs appear again in my lower belly and Emmeline's words make sense now.

Butterflies. I'm feeling butterflies.

The normal stage in a teenager's life. Only that I'm almost twenty-four and experience it for the first time.

"Do you want me stop?" I almost yell at him to not stop. But what he said a few seconds ago it's true. I love torturing him.

"Yes." I whisper in his ear and his smirk makes me frown.

"Too bad I don't believe you." And his body moves so

quickly that I don't have time to process it. Everette is on top of me, holding my legs with his big ones and my hands with one of his. His other hand is on my chin and he makes me look into his green eyes.

My chest moves fast and my lips part at the position we are in. His hold on my hands isn't strong but somehow I feel stuck. He lets my chin and moves his hand to the bedside table to look for something.

I don't take my eyes off him as he looks at the thing he wants from there. His jaw is sharp and tight, his beard is the sexiest thing I've seen and his neck looks delicious.

I hear the click of a lighter and then the familiar scent of the cigarette. Everette puts the head of it in front of my lips and I stare at him.

What is he trying to do?

After a few seconds I put my mouth on the cigar and inhale a small amount of smoke. My muscle relax as the smoke runs through my body.

I flinch when I feel Everette's wet lips and tongue on my neck, sucking parts of it like it's a lollipop. I let the smoke out as a moan escapes again from my lips.

Everette inhales from the cigar and leans again against my neck. He blows the smoke on my neck and goosebumps captures my body. The cold feeling over my wet neck after Everette's kisses makes my body tremble.

He moves lower and kisses my nipples through the thin material of the shirt.

"You said no fucking." I finally say. "When you asked me to sleep here, you said no fucking." He laughs and bites my right nipple. I gasp at the stinging sensation.

"Little fox, who said anything about fucking?" He goes back to my neck and licks it. Without realizing, I move my head so that he can have more space. "I'm

simply exploring my wife's body."

I gasp when I feel the burning ash of the cigar on my stomach. He moves to stand on his knees, letting my hands free. I look at how he brings his finger to the ash and press it harder on my skin.

"Ah," I whimper.

"Oops," He simply says and smirks. "I have to kiss it to heal the wound." And he starts kissing my stomach with little kisses.

My heart beats like crazy and my body is hot. My brain is empty and my blood boils.

All because of him.