Vicious Saints [18+]

039: As many moments as you want

|Sinnius Iatova|

Moving on from Alysanne was pretty quick than I expected since I never got the love that I needed. But, I don't blame her. She loves Azarov, and I respect that. I truly do.

I may seem far bad but for some fucking reason everything changed in a snap of a finger. I'm cunning, down straight villanous, and I love it. Especially, when I met her. Meeting her from that small Russian town, was unexpected. Her dark chocolate waves cascaded down to her chest, and those cocoa brown eyes; filled with splashes of gold. She's different from Alysanne. She has this dark aura which I like, and it turns me the fuck on.

I chuckled, "And why is your heart beating so fast when I haven't touched you?"

"How do you know that my heart is racing?" She asked.

I take her hand and puts it on my chest, "Because mine is."

Feeling my racing heartbeat under her hand makes my heart flutter.

After our encounter on that town, I asked her take her out which I expected for her to turn it down but she didn't. Months of seeing each other, I asked her to be my girlfriend which was strange because I never felt the urge to strongly claim someone as mine.

Months before Alysanne's wedding

Forget sugar and spice. I'm full of sarcasm and profanity. But with her; I don't need to hide it.

Ilyria gave me a thorough tour of the main
home of her Somerset estate; she's incredibly
proud of how the house has turned out, and
she's even more ecstatic about what the guest
house could look like since, right now, it's
only an empty structure.

My girlfriend is currently asleep upstairs in
the primary bedroom where we will be
staying this weekend; I'm excited to share a
bed with her — being so close to her in general for more than a couple of hours sounds like a dream. We have yet to have sex because we agreed not to take that step until she's sure about it. Ilyria has opened up to me about how she doesn't wait long to have sex with men due to fear of them leaving before they get a chance to know the real her.

We've been close to fucking countless times,
but she has been able to be the voice of reason when it's gotten to that point. I blush, (holy fucking shit I did) just thinking about how her nails dig into my skin, or the sight of her hands clutching the sheets when I kiss her naked thighs or belly, and the soft moans that leave her mouth when she grinds her hips against mine.

I have seen her naked countless times, and
we've kissed naked as well — every time we
are together, and one of us needs to shower,
the other joins, and we kiss there...do other
things as well, but it hasn't gotten as far as
sex. Obscene touching? Yes, but I haven't
used my cock to please her.

In a way, not having sex right away has
helped me keep a clear head — it's helped me
realise quite quickly what I feel for Ilyria,
and I cannot stop thinking about what the
future has in store for us. It's deepened our
bond, and that's what I care about the most.

"Fuck," I groaned, moving the pot filled with
water away from the burner. I'm making udon noodle soup for lunch for my girlfriend — it's her favourite soup — but it's easy to get distracted when you can't stop imagining
your life with that goddess upstairs. I feel
happy and confident in my relationship for
the first time in years, and I know it will go
somewhere unforgettable.