Taint Me More ☑️

Aaron

I took her to my place and I made love to her. She let me love her and I didn't hold back the love I was feeling.

God. She was too fucking beautiful. I wanted to unravel her and learn every single detail about her. Her smell would be in my memory forever. The sounds she made as I slowly made love to her and how she held on to me for dear life. I would forever cherish every moment.

We made love all through the night, because we were both ravenous. Like we'd been deprived for so long.

When we were done and I was certain we were both worn out, she fell right to sleep and I watched her for a few minutes before I gave in to sleep as well.

The word hanging around in my mind left my lips just as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"Mine."

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I woke up a few hours later and turned to stare at the woman I loved. She was still sound asleep.

Stress lines on her forehead and eyes tightened shut. I swiped away stray locks of her hair away from her forehead. She twitched in her sleep and I wondered what dreams she was having that made her look so troubled.

I wanted to wake her up and hold her, tell her I was right here, and that she was safe. So I leaned in and kissed her on her lips and then on her forehead.

She breathed me in but didn't wake up, she started to relax, the stress lines disappearing from her forehead. I leaned back and stared at her.

My God. She was too fucking beautiful to be real. The sheet was placed haphazardly on her chest, revealing the top swells of her breasts, her hand placed above her head, resting on the pillow on which her beautiful red hair was sprayed on. My fingers itched to paint her like this.

So I quietly got up from the bed, without disturbing her. I walked into my studio and grabbed an easel, a blank canvas and my paint supplies. I set them up in front of the bed where I could get a perfect view, and I started to paint her, hoping she wouldn't stir for a long time.

She finally woke up when I was halfway through, but I'd already captured the important details that I needed to make it a masterpiece. A masterpiece that was meant for only my eyes, and hers. And maybe for the rest of the world-if she'd allow it.

"I'd love to wake up like this every morning." She said with a yawn as she stretched.

I couldn't control my happiness and the feeling of content as I watched her pad on her bare feet to me, with the sheets held up to cover her naked body.

She didn't know how beautiful she was, every inch of her. She wasn't as confident with her body like every other girl I'd been with in the past, but I was going to love and appreciate every inch of her till she believed that she was a masterpiece of a human, walking the earth.

She blushed when she saw what I'd painted and I kissed her shoulder as she stood between my legs, examining herself on canvas.

"When Andrea came to confront me after she found out about us, and trust me, I'm relieved I no longer have to hide from anyone to be with you, she destroyed the painting I was working on. It was a painting of you." I gestured to my studio. "What's left of it is still lying somewhere in my studio."

"That hurts my feelings. Not because it was a painting of me, but because you worked hard on it." She gave me a single kiss on my lips. "And this?" She continued, eying the painting in front of us, "it's... well, it's nice." She shrugged and gulped, scrunching up her nose. "I don't have model or muse qualities, I mean I'm not sexy enough, so I hope you're not planning to showcase this." She pouted.

I laughed at her cuteness. "First of all, I won't showcase it without your consent, secondly, you're the sexiest woman I've ever put in painting, and this isn't just to flatter you." I kissed her nose. "It's a fact."

She giggled and walked away from me. I followed closely behind her, not wanting to be away from her for even a second.

She padded into my studio and walked around the space, picking up items from a shelf and examining them. They were miniature wooden sculptures I made years ago.

"These are magnificent. You're so talented." She stared at me in awe, picking up item after item and asking me more about them.

I just watched her as she moved around my studio. She finally found the destroyed painting of herself and frowned as she examined it. "So realistic." She muttered to herself before putting it away, picking up an envelope that sat next to it.

I took it from her, "I forgot to look at this." I said as I opened it and brought out the content. "What the fuck."

I flipped through pictures of myself and Aria at different places and time. "What is this?"

She sighed, a frown smeared her lips. "So he actually sent them out, that's how Andrea found out about us."

Puzzled by what she said, my mind could only go to the day I saw Brian come to the museum to see Andrea. "That bastard. The beating I gave him wasn't enough to hold the fucker down. When I get my hands on him again, he won't be able to function for weeks." I threatened. "And he'll regret doing this to you. To us, for violating our privacy."

"Wait. Who are you talking about?" She asked.

"Brian. Who else?"

"Brian didn't send those to Andrea." She disclosed, "it was Ronald Carter."

"What do you mean? What does he have to do with any of this?"

"He showed me a duplicate of those pictures and threatened to send them out if..." she trailed off and I raised a brow in question.

"If what, Aria?" I probed.

"If I don't sleep with him."