Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 46 📚

[WARNING: SMUT]

When James held me. When he kissed me with such passion and told me with a rough tone to jump, I jumped. He held me by the back of my upper thigh, carrying me to what I assumed is his bed since he drop us on it. He places me to lay on his bed, him on top and between my legs. Kissing me and touching me softly while also telling me how he loves me, how beautiful I am and how much of a treasure I am.

He whispers beautiful Spanish words to me. I don't understand but there's a few words that I recognize.

At some point, he took my glasses off and put them on the nightstand by his bed. He slightly thrust into me, our clothes in the way yet I felt it either way. Now remembering how hard it was once in my hand. Remember the sounds he made. His beautiful whispers and whimpers. His groans and pleads. His praises and encouragements.

I remember it all along with the thoughts I had. How I pictured our first time. How scared yet excited I was realizing how some day it would be in me. How he would take his time and learn more about my body. How I knew without a doubt that there wasn't much I needed to be scared of because I trust him.

He even learned how to avoid my hair, where to place his hands to not accidentally pull on it or place his arm on it. It happened the first time but I did start to notice how he pays attention to such little details.

It's practically impossible to not fall in love with him.

Was he like this with Emma?

No.

I shake my head, causing James to pull away.

"Want me to stop--"

"Take off your shirt." I ordered, desperately needing to get those thoughts away. I won't let my insecurity ruin this night for me. This moment.

James doesn't say anything else. He sits up and I move up with my elbows. I watch him grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it upwards. I watch his naked torso up to his chest. The muscles on his body and are those bruises?

I sit up and reach over to touch it but James stops me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his chest, right at his heart. I catch those emerald eyes of his. We didn't even turn the light on. But his room isn't completely dark. There's little lights which I heard is kept around the house for Rosy. Sometimes, she'll walk into James room and be scared when it's completely dark. James never minded the small light. I alway thought it was cute and sweet.

But right now, I couldn't help but hate it because I can see him. I can see the way he looks at me.

It's as if I'm all he ever wanted.

"Feel it. It beats for you, corazón mío. I'm yours. I have been and I always will be." James whispers.

I let myself feel it. I let myself feel the way it beats. how it matches with my own heart beat. Yet I can't help but wonder what he meant about him being mine. He's never been mine.

But I grab his hand and place it right on top of my chest that way he can also feel my beating heart. "I'm no different, I guess." I chuckle, deciding to believe the lie. Letting myself drown in this perfect night because it's all I have. It's all I am willing to take without regret.

Because in the end, I rather it be him than anyone else.

"I love you, James Corleone." I smile brightly, letting myself love.

"I love you, Callista Kwon." Closing my eyes to feel his lips on mine once again. He pulls me to his lap but his lips leave mine for a short moment to pull my shirt over my head. I allow it. I let him take it off and throw off the bed. I assumed he did the same with his shirt.