Unraveling Him | A mafia Story

Chapter 62 - Selfless Love - Part II

"Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war."

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Natalie's POV

Forget?

How can I teach him, when I haven't been able to teach myself that yet?

My throat bobbed, burned, and tightened; he was so close to letting free of everything I couldn't feel. He was so close.

So, I nodded my head, willing to grant him his wish, willing to give him everything and anything.

That sane look in his green eyes snapped, that wild animal broke free, fulfilling my needs. With a swift motion, his hands tightened over my shoulders, whirling me around so fast. I gasped because he wasn't gentle anymore as he pulled my body to his, his palm pressing into my stomach as my back crashed into his front.

Am I feeling a huge erection against my back? Yes, yes, I am.

He still wants me. He wants me too and I shivered again at the notion.

We were facing the mirror in my room and the second I looked there, his green eyes captured mine. His knee moved and nudged my legs apart. His hand left my stomach and trailed upward, it reached my neck and slightly pressed there before he hooked his fingers below my chin, tilting my head, angling it right so he could have better access.

I felt his lips linger behind my ears, I watched as he dipped his head lower, tasting every little spot, trailing a hot line down to my neck, his movements were torturingly slow I was going to explode and shatter. Goose bumps erupted and shivered across my skin. My lips parted, my back arching against him, already feeling too much when he hadn't done anything yet.

I gasped lowly when his teeth grazed the soft skin of my neck, like he wanted to drain the blood and the life from my veins; he didn't know that I would gracefully let him. I wanted him to take me to his little dark corner and leave me there. I wanted him to inject that same poison in my heart; I wanted and wanted...

"Take me," I breathed out.

"I am taking you," He rasped against my neck, his other hand moved over my waist, below to my hip, and moved inward, going to my inner thigh. The feeling of his fingers so near made me move my legs closer, rubbing them together but he nudged them back apart.

"Use me," I added. Break me. Shatter me, "Do anything you want to me."

His eyes met mine in the mirror, wild and untamed, furious and liquidy, "No," He said, "You use something you want to discard later," He shook his head, "And Natalie, I'll never be done with you."

My heart shattered in my chest, I could feel it break apart all over again. Good, this feels like pain. I want it, I want all of the pain he is willing to give me.

My hand landed on his and I whirled around, leaving him no chance as I hastily unbuttoned his shirt, I shrugged it off his shoulders and he helped me as he discarded it away. My fingers went to his pants, unbuckling his belt, getting rid of those two. I didn't want clothes, I wanted skin on skin.

Broken heart against a broken heart.

My movements paused momentarily when my gaze flickered up, falling into his chest, each and every scar was engraved into my memory by now that I could easily draw them on paper. I've memorized them, I've felt them, tasted the pain of them on my lips.