Insatiable Desire

Chapter#19

We pulled back from the sweet and sinful kiss we were indulged in. We both lied down on the wooden floor and I was sprawled on him like an ivy.

"This is real.". I spoke letting the daze flow through my voice.

"Is it?" He spoke with equal astonishment.

I propped my elbows on the sided and directly faced him. His eyes shining and expressions calm.

"Yes. It's real." He spoke looking at me and answering his own question.

I planted a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose and he narrowed his eyes at me. I copied him on purpose and fake scowled. It couldn't last long enough until he tilted my head towards him and kissed me. His one hand at the small of my back and other at the curve of my hips. My legs wrapped around him and were wider apart.

Skylar's mouth was wet and hot. He sucked on my lips and our tongues intertwined, rolling together in pure and utter exotic passion and sensuality.

His hand which was over my back was now skidding up my shirt and reached the sides of my breast. All the hair on the nape stood to attention.

He pulled me up in one sweep and my legs were wrapped around his waist. Dropping me on the mattress, he stripped out of his shirt and threw it on the chair beside. I watched him reveal his masculine and brawny chest. He steadily climbed up the bed and hovered over me.

"This is not a fuck." His voice hoarse and determined.

I inhaled his manly scent that fired via my nostrils into my blood running through my veins. It had dissolved into me like a drug that I had craved for so long.

"This will be an apology, for everything I had done to your body. I will be your remedy Ella." He said biting my lower lip and pulling at it gently.

I knew what I was in for. The intimacy and
and jagged bittersweet moments of pleasure.

We spent beautiful hours of making love. He was right, it was not a fuck.

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I woke up from the sounds of Skylar snoring softly in his sleep. Perhaps I wasn't even that deep in my sleep. My head rested on the pillow and I lifted my head to watch him sleep consciously beside me. He was not drunk and I was very happy. It was progress in our newborn relationship. Just a little miracle would push him over the edge and things would fall back into place.
I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and drew myself closer to him. He turned his side facing away from me in his sleep.

Gah!

I was disappointed and my arms felt the ache to wrap them around him. But if I did so, he'd wake up. I could feel the warmth of his body on my skin. That brought recent memories to my head.

Skin to skin. Wet kisses over my body. Heavenly insane scent. Making love in the most sensual way. Moaning and groaning. Painful pleasure. Bursting orgasms. . . .

I smiled to the private memories and involuntarily hugged his back. Until I realised to pull back, Skylar already woke up.

Shit!

"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you up." I spoke blinking at him.

"It's nothing, but now what?" He spoke with those feverish eyes. It always seemed that he was drunk.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I want you to talk to me. Tell me that this new arrangement will work out between us." He spoke in a gentle tone.