Clash Of Hearts

74. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Chapter-74

Author's POV

Donovan looked at her intently. Rose was lying underneath him, naked. His manhood was still buried, deep inside her pussy. Her eyes were half closed, her chest heaving up and down, slowly, rhythmically.

She looked so beautiful.

Her skin glowed as sweat trickled down her forehead. The red tint on her cheek was natural, almost like that rose, resting on the nightstand.

It witnessed their lovemaking.

Rose finally looked at him. She couldn't help but smile as she caught him looking at her already. He was looking at her as if she was the most precious being in the whole damn world. She was. She truly was.

" I've been to many art fairs..." Donovan mused, pulling his manhood, earning a muffled hiss from her.

He picked the flower on the nightstand and traced it on her now, swollen clit.

She moaned softly.

" I have seen many many artworks..beautiful artworks..." Donovan said. His voice was deep as he slowly traced the rose on her bosom.

" None of them can stand a chance with your beauty!" He mused, tracing the big bite mark on her neck.

She moaned, his words were bewitching. Soothing. She was never treated with such tenderness. She was on the verge of breaking down.

" Do you know how beautiful you are? You look like a fucking painting when you cum, screaming my name..so artistic" he mused, looking deep into her eyes, capturing her lips into a warm kiss.

Tears slid down her eyes as he kissed her sensually.

" Why are you crying?" he asked, pulling her closer to his chest, covering their bodies with the quilt.

She was overwhelmed.

He thought she was hurt.

"I...uh... thanks," Rose said, unable to form a proper sentence. Her lips quivered.

Ever since her abuser came into her life, he made her believe that she was a SLUT.

He treated her like an object. He used her whenever he wanted.

With Chase, it wasn't entirely different. Apart from that drunken night and the rainy night, he forced her too.

But with Donovan, everything was different.

He didn't force her. He didn't hurt her. It was surreal. A painful pleasure.

He made sure she was comfortable. He peppered kisses, showered her with sweet nothings, kissed her tears and made love to her, gently, delicately. Just like she touched that flower.

" Flower....hey" he brushed his knuckles on her cheeks.

She looked at him, blinking her tears.

She wanted to tell him something.

" Thanks for treating me gently.. no one did that... before" Rose said, it was a mere whisper.

Donovan understood the context of her statement.

He pecked her forehead.

" You deserve to be worshipped" he said, his voice huskier. She smiled.