The heartbeats

Chapter 18

>Ian

This is the first time I fuck her with my tongue. This is the first time I tasted her. Her moans are echoing in my ears. Her voice repeats in my head. She is incredibly perfect. She stayed in the room, more precisely in the bathroom, for a good while.

She just came out, I can't read the expressions on her face. She's angry but at the same time she's not. She approaches me,
"Ian" the tone of her voice is enigmatic.
"Why? Why the fuck did you punish me?" she asks, making quotation marks with her fingers.
"I already told you why, my butterfly" I respond, passing by her to leave the room.
A few minutes later, she joined me talking on the phone. The tone of her voice changes from normal to excitement. She is excited while remaining serious. She hangs up and walks towards us. We are in the living room.
"What's going on ?" Jane asks.
"My dance teacher has just invited me to the dance performance, organized tomorrow evening" she replies, enthusiastically.
"Great. But why ? Didn't you quit dancing ?" Christian asks, surprised.
She takes a deep breath, "yes, I've stopped, for the moment. But he invited me because I was dancing with them" she responds coldly.
She sits next to me, she places her hand on my thigh and slowly slides it towards the apex.
"My little butterfly ? What are you doing ?" I whisper to her.
She looks at me, puts a little smirk on the tip of her lips,
"I was in the middle of a meeting, Ian" she whispers back. She is angry. "Don't ever do it again," she orders me, sliding her hand towards the inside of my thigh.
I take a pillow and place it on my lap. Her hand is a few centimeters from my cock. She looks back at the couple sitting in front of us. She puts a fake but beautiful smile on her lips instead of her smirk. She starts to caress me slowly, if she continues like this I don't think I can hold back, I don't think I can stop myself from fucking her, right then and there. "Abbie" I whisper to her.
She looks at me as if she waiting for me to speak. "Stop" I order her but she doesn't pay attention. "Why?" she asks in a low voice looking at my mouth, I think.
"You've done much worse to me. I have the right t—" I interrupt her by grabbing her throat and kissing her, and that's what allowed her to remove her hand. I don't care about the presence of the two idiots in front of us. She places her hands on my chest then pushes me away. This is the first time she's pushed me away.

I'm in the bedroom and my pretty butterfly is in the bathroom, we're getting ready to leave this place. When we finished lunch, we started tidying up and cleaning. Fuck. She comes out of the bathroom with only a short towel around her body. She kneels in front of her suitcase and takes her clothes. I'm in front of the mirror, and I can't look away. She turns her back to me and takes off her towel. She dries every fucking part of her body, but slowly. Is she doing it on purpose? I still can't look away. She puts on her underwear then puts on pants and a crop top. She turns around, looks at the mirror for a few seconds and then puts a smirk on her beautiful lips. "You're hard, Ian," she said, passing me with a mocking tone.
I grab her wrist and pull her towards me. Her back touches the mirror and there is only one step between us.
"And you think seeing you naked wouldn't jerk me off ?" I ask with a more mocking tone than her.
She takes a step towards me, our bodies touch. I take a step back and then she takes a step forward. We continue like this until I fall on the bed. She sits on me, and puts her hair on one side then places her hands on my chest. She lowers her head and kisses me. I respond to her kiss. Suddenly, she puts a smile on her lips then gets up and walks out of the room.

We are in the car on the way home. I approach her, "I know what you're doing" I whisper to her, putting my hand above her chest.
I slide my hand slowly until it is just above his pants. She begins to hold her breath. I undo her pants and slide my hand in front of her pussy. She spreads her thighs and I insert two fingers. She releases her breathing. Her pussy is wet, as usual. She grabs my arm when I speed up the thrusts of my fingers. She's fucking beautiful. I remove my fingers before she come,
"you want to play this game, so we'll play together, butterfly" I inform her.
She takes a breath but doesn't say a word, she doesn't even look at me. She fastens her pants, places her hand on her cheek and looks out the window. She tries to punish me in her own way and it works.

We are sitting in the middle of the theater, she invited me to accompany her. It started half an hour ago, and she wiped her tears more than once. Her phone starts to ring. She answers then worry takes over her body,
"Ian I have to join them backstage. I'll be back" she said to me before running off.
I don't know what's going on. Two or three dances have passed when I see her on stage. She wears a white bodysuit with a long white skirt. Her hair down, and makeup on her face. How could she change and put on makeup so quickly? And why is she on stage? Has she lost her mind? What if she does a crisis?
"Fuck, Abbie" I said to myself before rushing backstage.
She is magnificently beautiful. Her legs, arms and body move as if it is the music that controls them and not her. Her way of dancing is magnificent. Suddenly, I notice her expressions that shows that she's in pain and her breathing that shows that she is extremely tired.
"Fuck" I murmur to myself.
She returns backstage, and two others dancers tale her place to continue the dance. Once inside and the spectator can no longer see her, she leans on one of the walls. Before I could lend her a bottle of water, she passed out. I carry her and take her to the hospital. I don't care about anyone. More than one person tried to call me and I ignored them. I only want one thing and that is to take her to the hospital. I want to know if she's okay. I want to be sure that I will hear her voice again, I want to be sure that I will see her again, I want to be sure that I will touch her and she will touch me again. I want to make sure that I will watch her again. I want to be sure that she won't leave me.

We've been at the hospital for two hours and she's still in the emergency room.
"What happened? Where is she?" Lili asks, crying. She has just arrived with Laura, Ethan and James. "Calm down Lili. She's in the emergency room. And she danced" I answer Lili's questions while trying not to burn down the hospital or kill myself.
She's been in this emergency room for two fucking hours and no doctor or nurse has come out. After about seven hours, finally, thank God, the doctor comes out. I run to him,
"so doctor?" I told him, trying to calm down.
"Are you from her family?" he asks instead of telling me how she's doing.
I hate this fucking question. "I'm his boyfriend" I answer, angrily.
The doctor releases his fingers that were crossed, "you brought her in time. Her gape is open but we did an operation. She's better now but she has to stay here for a few days. And she must not stop take hers medications, for the moment" he finishes and hearing his words reassures me.
My little butterfly is still with me, by my side and mine.

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