The Unspoken Vow

Chapter Twelve

Ivan

Nyah slept for nearly our entire flight and it reminded me all too well of last night. We got to the hotel room with her pretty much sleeping in my arms and when I put her down, she was the epitome of peace, sleeping blissfully as if she was content with everything that was going on, I was glad though, glad she felt safe enough around me that she'd invite me to sleep with her. Yet no matter how much the thought pleased me, no matter how much I wanted nothing but to hold her in my arms while she slumbered, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Seeing her so happily surprised in the morning when I had given her the car made everything feel so damn good, never mind that I felt I was going to die when she did start driving it.
Now, with Bali only two more hours away, she was still fast asleep. I brushed my thumb over her cheek and kissed her on the crown of her head.
There wasn't anything or anyone in this world that made me want to be selfish but her. Selfish in the sense that I wanted her all for me. Her smile, her laugh, her scent, everything that she was, I wanted all to myself and the damn thought scared the living shit out of me. Because if I lost her, I'd lose this one good thing I had going and that would be the end of my life.

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We arrived at the rental house exhausted from the flight, well at least I was exhausted and Nyah was full of energy, exploring the house and pointing out a bunch of things like 'it has a balcony!' as if she's never seen one before. I pressed my fingers on my eyes, trying to get rid of the stinging.
I sat on the bed, waiting for Nyah to come back from her exploring and when she did appear and took a good look at me, her smile faltered. "You should sleep, Ivan, you look like a zombie." she said, going over to her suitcase. "We don't have to do anything today, I'll unpack my stuff and read so don't worry, sleep as much as you need to." she told me.
"You sure? Aren't you hungry?" I ask her.
"Nope, I just had a snack, and there's fruits in the kitchen, I'll be okay." she said, smiling at me.
I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes for a moment, then opening them again. Nyah was already focused on unpacking her stuff, sitting cross legged on the floor, her suitcase wide open and she took out five paperback novels.
"What on earth do you need five novels for?" I asked, sitting up again and she jolted in surprise.
    She turned around and narrowed her eyes at me. "Why are you watching me?"
    "I can't sleep with the room being bright." I replied, then nodded back to her books. "We're staying here for a week, would you really be that bored around me?"
    She shook her head. "Remember, Eliana packed for me. And what's wrong with bringing five books? I'd have a selection,"
    "Hm, you could just use an e-reader." I reasoned, shrugging. "It's what I use,"
    She blinked, then stood up, her eyes still on me.
    "What?" I asked, unnerved by her sudden silence.
    "You read?" she asked, bewildered.
    "I do, yes,"
    She scoffed, then scowled. "You read ebooks, that doesn't count."
    "What's wrong with ebooks?" I asked, and she sat down beside me on the bed.
    "Well, first of all, they don't feel the same as physical books," she answered, listing them off with her fingers. " Second of all, they don't have the smell of books, and lastly, they're just not it." 
    "But with ebooks, you don't need to bring five of them to have different choices."
    "Yeah, but it doesn't give you the full experience either," she said, looking at me with a challenge in her eyes.
    "Ebooks are practical,"
    "Books are better,"
    I shook my head, smiling. "Alright then, books are books." I said, then took the book she was holding. She gasped and tried taking it back, but I pulled it out of her reach, standing up from the bed. "What's this one about?" I asked, looking at the front cover.
    Pleasure was its title. I look at her, my eyebrows raised. Judging from the little coloured tabs sticking out the side of the book, I guessed she's about halfway through.
    "Don't read it!" she yelled, getting on the bed to cross over to me quicker. Grinning, I flipped through the pages and found a part that had a pink tab on it. It described the main character getting a 'sheets gripping orgasm', Pleasure indeed. I grinned as Nyah nearly grabbed the book but I lifted it over my head and she crashed against me, her breasts pressing against my chest.
    Holding her by the waist, I steadied her against me and threw the book behind her. She stared up at me, her eyes intently on mine, and I smoothed my thumb over her lips while my other hand rubbed up and down her waist. "I would like to know if you've ever had one of those 'knee wobbling releases' before," I teased, kissing her frown.
           "Not that I know of, no," she said as I kissed her again, dragging her lower lip between my teeth.
          Giving in, she rubbed her hands up my arms then kissed me back, claiming, possessive and needy. Her body pressed closer against mine and I lifted her off the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist, pressing her against the nearest wall I could find.
    I let my hands travel up her sweatshirt and palmed one of her breasts, she moaned in my mouth and gripped my shoulders tighter. I broke our kiss to lick her neck, earning another moan, her hands now in my hair.
    I brought our lips together again, kissing her with so much need I had to pull away to catch my breath and she lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, exposing her plump breasts and I with a desire so intense, it made my heart beat fast, I brought my mouth over one of them.
    "Ivan," she whispered, her voice throaty.
    "Fuck, love, say my name again." I said, giving her other breast attention. She moaned again, my name sounding heavenly on her lips.
    I brought her back to the bed, setting her down and yanked her sweatpants off, leaving her in nothing but a white thong. "Fucking hell," I groaned, looking down at her. She touched my abdomen underneath the shirt.
    "Take this off," she muttered, pulling me to her by the waistband of my sweatpants. She got rid of my jeans and briefs, she wrapped her hand around my dick and pumped, squeezing it as she went. And fucking hell, if the sight of her hand around me wasn't something to be obsessed with, I don't know what is.
    I took off my shirt, then watched her as she kept stroking my erection, she kissed the tip, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin and I groaned, imagining her mouth around it. She kept stroking, only licking the top and I felt my damn orgasm coming.
    I yanked her hand away, lifted her head so she looked up at me and kissed her hard. "If we're gonna come today, you're going first and when you do, it'll be better than anything you've ever read." I told her, pushing her down onto the bed. "Open your legs, love."
    She did as told and my dick got impossibly harder at the sight of her. She took her panties off by herself, I kissed her again, trailing my fingers down her belly and inserting two into her wet opening, she moaned, her back arching, letting my fingers deeper into her. I thrust in and out, making her breathing go ragged and when her legs began to shake, I went down, my fingers still inside her, and kissed her breasts, then her stomach and licked her clit, making her moan loudly. I pressed hard on her sensitive bud with my thumb and she screamed, coming on my fingers.
    She struggled to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling. "Ivan," she whispered, looking at me as I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking off her juice and fuck she tasted so damn good. "I've always imagined you'd taste sweet," I told her, kissing her neck. "But even my imagination couldn't do your taste justice."
    "Fuck me, Ivan," she said, running her fingers through my hair and kissing my shoulder. "I've been thinking about y-"
    My phone began to ring, and God help whoever's on the line because they might as well have asked for a death sentence. The ringtone was from the emergency phone. "Fuck," I muttered, Pushing off the bed and quickly putting my pants back on.
    "I have to take it," I told her when she frowned at me. "Emergency phone,"
    She nodded in understanding and tucked the blanket over her body, covering herself.
    I picked up at the call. "This better be fucking worth my time," I said, trying to control my unsteady breathing.
    "Oh my god were you having sex?" Eliana exclaimed.
    "What the fuck do you want Eliana?" I grumbled, knowing this call was not worth the blue balls.
    "Just checking in, I called your normal number and then Nyah's but nobody was answering and you guys promised to call when you landed. I got worried," she explained.
    "We're fine," I told her, sighing.
    She was quiet for a beat and I thought she ended the call but then she spoke again. "Ok, sorry for interrupting," she paused, then, "hey, um do you mind telling your business partners to not come here, please? Malachi and Kaian are out of the country and I don't want anyone visiting,"
    "Ok,"
    "Thanks Ivan," she said.
    I grunted a response and ended the call.
    When I went back to the bedroom, Nyah was fast asleep.
    Damn.