Forever Her's

The story

EVEs POV

Anthony had a conference at the Marriott. It was their first public business conference and they were chosen as the best young debuts of the year. I'm a proud girlfriend. He hoped if I could accompany him but he was too concerned about my health. In fact, I was happy I didn't have to go. I would just lay in the couch and read my fantasy novels instead of facing those cameras and shaking hands with famous business magnets. Its just exhaustion and stress for me.

It has been months since he decided not to have sex because he might end up hurting me again. I failed terribly to pursue him. I even tried to seduce him once or twice, yes, you guessed it he didn't budge as much an inch except from an occasional make out that too until he thought he wouldn't be able to stop if he continued and retracted him away from me. That was actually impressive of him because I saw him struggle to keep himself distant from me. How much horny he got sometimes but he kept his word.

I grabbed a fantasy romance novel to spend the time until he returns from the conference. I was so lost in the story I didn't realise he made it home. I was practically blushing and going through every kind of erotic sensation as I reached the part where the mafia boss making his girl feel special. I was munching on my nails each at a time as I read every phrase with as much excitement.

"I can't allow that honey "his raspy voice broke through the sensual fog that cloaked me. I stifled my back and slammed shut the book. I quickly hid it under my thighs and turned my side to meet his gaze.

He leaning against the door frame crossing his legs. His grey jacket hanging low in his right hand and the left hand in his pocket. The top two buttons of his shirt opened and his hair slightly tousled probably by the air on the way home. That devilish grin on his face spoke the unheard word.

'I got you red handed Eva Scott '

For a moment I saw the mafia boss standing in front of me in his greyest form to bring my own erotic imaginations to life. He cleared his throat and strode towards me. I shook away the Dark Lord from my mind and gulped hard.

"What do you mean" I chuckled nervously and tried my best to tame down the blush that coloured my face a few moments before.

"I can't let you crushing over other men"

"Who"

"You were reading and feeling...some unacceptable emotions" his gaze raked my body. His eyes travelled from my curled toes and legs squeezed tight like I was indeed trying to hide an unwanted sensation above them.

"Its just a fiction. Those men don't exist. You cant be jealous of someone who doesn't even exist. Now, can you?" I admitted in a way since I was caught red handed and teased his adamant will to not engage in any intimacy with me.

"I couldn't let you crush over any other man except me even if they exist or not"

"Hmmm so you are jealous! "

He cocked a brow and stared into my eyes.

"What can you do anyway, its not like you can threaten him since he doesn't exist" I teased

"But I can threaten you" he sat in front of me, putting my legs in his lap.

"How" I was more intrigued by the idea of him threatening me instead of worrying.

Perhaps I was reading too much romance.

"You want a practical explanation or theoretical one." He said while slowly running his hand along the column of my leg. Resulting in my heart beat to spike.

"Practical "I said though I sensed it wont be a smooth experience.

He slid his hand further as slowly as snake slithering under a carpet.

"What were you reading anyway " he said dragging a lazy line along the thigh. Slow, so slow. It was pleasure and torture at the same time.

Further, further. Faster.

I lost the ability to think beyond the hand, his long fingers flexing around my thighs. The soft skin on his thumb grazing skin there so skilfully I wondered how a smallest part of his body could send tremors in my mind.

"something" that was all I could manage to say through the distraction.

"What something" he dipped his head and looked where his hand halted. A mole, small and dark captured his attention and he shifted his gaze to me. He dipped his head further and kissed that mole. I instantly threw my head back in pleasure. His lips soft and cruel. But instead of continuing he lifted his head and asked me again. "What was that you were reading Eve"

Cruel devil.

I decided to play his script. So, I started reciting him. "The cruel vicious mafia boss had to stay away from his lover but after so many attempts and hurdles they met again. They cried, hugged and shared how much they missed each other. They both found themselves in an empty room. The mafia boss put her on the couch and grabbed her legs on his lap. And slowly started to drag up a hand along her leg until he found a mole mid-way and kissed it"

Silence. Surprised. He shot his look at me and caught my stare already on him.

"I like this story" he drawled. His lip tugs up at one end. He knew what I was doing and played along.

"Good" I dubbed everything he did as in it was the story. He halted his tracing there unwilling to move

"What did she do"

"She is getting irritated just wondering why after being apart for so many years why doesn't he pounce and claim her instead of wasting time" I twisted my mouth and he grinned.

"Because even when he wanted to feel her skin on his, explore every curve of her smooth supple body, the feeling of holding her, the satisfaction of making her his, even when he was dying to experience her tremble under his hold, under his body, mask every inch of her scent smell like him until no one could differentiate between them, dying to feel her love, need, want for him as much as he does, he couldnt. Because he loves her so much that hed happily endure the torture of being apart from her. Close but not enough, like a predator living off of just water, rather than risking her hurt again he'd just live with this dagger in his heart" he said holding my hand in his, a gentle squeeze and my heart tug at how much he's struggling. He didn't break his stare from me never blinked once. It was not the story but his feelings. Every word of it.