Nobody Loved Me Like You Do

💋CHAPTER 30💋

A box of La Madeline au Truffe chocolates and flowers sit on the passenger seat as I drive to Kashmere's apartment. I wanted to visit her to ease off the guilt of leaving her alone at her home last night 'cause she insisted that she would be just fine.

The orange sun is setting in the distance as I pull up and get out of my car. With the chocolate box and flowers in hand, I head towards the door and knock. She doesn't answer so I just get in.

Kashmere Lynn's POV

I'm in bed reading a novel but I'm lost in thought. How is it possible that I could have been food poisoned? Maybe there was something earlier that I had eaten that went bad. Perhaps the milk in my fridge that had stayed for 3 weeks?

But the doctor said Hasmogassin was found in my intaken food. It's not a microbe, it's a poison. I get a brief flashback of the lady that I saw at the restaurant last night that seemed to be Valencia marching towards the backroom.

Could it have been Valencia who was in cahoots with one of the chefs to poison me?

Another flashback makes it's way into my mind.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I served you the wrong dish. My apologies," The waiter picks up the plate which is immediately replaced with another dish.

A knock on the door downstairs disrupts my thought process. I get out from my bed and stalk towards the window and see Callan's car parked in my yard.

Oh no. Callan's here.

I'm clad in a pink rob and my hair is messy. I freak out trying to fix myself. I could hear that Callan made his way in and will be up here any time soon. I don't have enough time so I just decide to spritz perfume all over myself. I look in the mirror once more when he knocks on my bedroom door before making his way in.

"Hi," he greets.

I turn my head and respond with a hey.

"Are you okay?" He ask's as he slowly closes the door behind him.

I nod but his nose wrinkles.

"Wow that's a lot of perfume," he rubs his nose, probably sensitive to the strong scent.

"Oh I'm sorry," I apologize and he stalks towards me.

"I got you something," he says as he hands me flowers and a box of chocolates by Knipschildt.

These chocolates are very expensive. They cost roughly at $2000.

"Thank you," I respond as I make my way to the table to place my gifts. I briefly look outside the window, it's getting dark.

"I hope you're taking the medication prescribed to you," he says.

"I am," I reply.

"Good," he says. "I spoke with the manager of the restaurant".

"What did he say?" I ask.

"He said he will look into the matter," he enlightens. "Hey". He walks towards me. "I'm sorry," he apologizes as he tucks strands of hair behind my ear.

"What for?" I ask confoundedly.

"For last night... The restaurant I mean," he responds.

"No it's not your fault," I assure.

"No Kashmere. I still feel bad you could have died," he says with wrinkles in between his eyebrows.

"Hey. What matters now is that I'm okay. Hmm?" I say.

The next thing he does takes me aback. He drags his hands down my lower arm until he grasps both of my hands in his palms.

"I wanna make up for last time," he says as we both stare deep into each other's eyes. Is he talking about the time when he moaned Valencia's name whilst getting it on with me?

"I fucked up and I want to rectify my mistake". He pushes me towards my bed.

My feet move backwards one by one until the back of my legs hits the side rail. My backside meets the matress when I effortlessly fall onto it. He takes his clothes off and then bends down to undo my robe. Once I'm fully exposed, he widens my legs and tries to go down on me.

Oh no.

When he notices that I'm trying to close my legs he shakes his head slightly, a silent gesture to show he doesn't approve. He lowers his head down to my pelvic region and opens my folds with his hands. Immediately, I feel his tongue on my clitoris. A swift sensation tours throughout my body. Oh God, this will be one hell of an experience.

His tongue flickers across in swift motions. My back arches as I take in the most pleasurable sensation. I hold his head urging him to continue. He lifts my hood to expose my clit. He then closes his mouth around it and begins to suck. Oh no, I can't take this anymore, it's now more hypersensitive. My eyes shut tightly to resist the sensitivity. The rate at which my heart beats increases.

He inserts two fingers into my vagina as he continues to suck my spot. He shoves them in and out rapidly causing my eyes to roll backwards. I squirt when the feeling begins to get intense. My breathy moans soon turn into shrieks when my legs begin to shake. Sparks fly throughout my body causing convulsions until I come back down from my peak.

With sweat coated on my forehead, my chest heaves up and down after being done.