Hell οn Earth

There may be no tomorrow #2 - 5

Raphael's desperate 'There may be no tomorrow' made Ithuriel search, with despair, for his embrace. It reminded her of her awful dream. "Forget it...Forget it..." she was telling herself again and again.

"Don't think" he said, pulling his lips away from her breasts for a moment, as he felt her lose herself somewhere else.

"Think only about me, only me, empty your mind, love, empty it..." he said again, looking at her with wide, ecstatic eyes that were more shiny and emerald-like than before, with his long brown forelocks covering his eyelids. Her fingers moved to part them slightly. "Oh God, he's so beautiful" Ithuriel thought, taking sharp breaths full of longing every time she was feeling him move from under her, feeling and enjoying every part of his body.

She pulled his t-shirt over his head, as she wanted to feel his own skin under her hands, and see it. She was right when she had compared him to Michelangelo's Adam. That's what she realized as she saw his muscles tensing under his olive skin.

She felt the need to sink her triangular fingernails into his skin, leave her own marks in his flawless body, for him to remember her.

The need for him to only belong to her made her more dominant, and she wasn't satisfied with the red lines she had carved to his back as she had lustfully scratched him with her nails. She started to bite him, with strong pressure in her jaw. He did not seem to complain and instead, he was enjoying everything she was doing to him. "You're a goddess" he murmured as his lips started to taste hers again, with some sort of greed, as their tongues started moving together in their own dance.

Their bodies were made for each other, like two pieces making a whole. They did not part, even when their breaths had turned back to normal. Ithuriel, in his arms, felt fragile, something she wasn't. He made her feel things she had never felt before, such synchronicity and satisfaction and euphoria. Everything seemed normal, suddenly. Nothing was impossible and everything was bearable.

"Say something" Raphael said with a hoarse voice, looking into her grey eyes, holding her tightly close to him. He didn't want to leave her from fear she'd go away and he'd lose her again.

"Most of the time, when I open my mouth, I say things that I do not truly mean, so I prefer silence, in case some stupid thing slips out of it" she said with a powerless smile that was starting to fade away as dark thoughts came back. A wave of these kinds of thoughts, actually.

"Then do not talk, and I'll be holding you, so you'll feel better and the bad thoughts will go away".

"Then you'll have to hold me forever" she said, joking, but he still looked at her in a serious way, not a single muscle in his face twitching with laughter.

"I don't know if you remember but you are the one who repeats pushing me away. As you can see, I'm here and I intent to stay here" he said but Ithuriel didn't pay attention to him. She smiled a sad smile.

"We'll see about this, Raphael" she said. "We'll see about this very soon, actually" she said and her face darkened.

He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her even more tightly. "I don't even know what to say anymore. Your pessimism is getting on my nerves. Just get a little more optimistic... Don't you feel good with me here?"

"Yes" she said, looking at his reaction.

"Then shut up and stay here... I'm not going anywhere... I'm not going to leave you, are you listening?" he growled, with his perfect eyebrows raising and making flawless angles over the edges of his eyes, and his square-like chin a little protruded.

"That's how you look when you're angry?" Ithuriel asked with a naughty smile lighting her lips.

"No, Ithuriel, not at all. I am not even angry now. And you don't want to see me angry".

"Okayyy" she said, keeping the word in her tongue more than she had to.

"Yeah but I have to check out what the heck these workers are still doing inside my house" she said. "Are you done with your packages?"

"No, one more itinerary" he said.

"Fine, shall we go and see how the workers are doing?"

"Want me to help you unpack?"

"Yeah, why not?" Ithuriel said and turned to leave. "Wait" he said and his voice turned hoarse again. Ithuriel didn't say anything, but she felt a lot.

Her hands ran up his chest, reaching his broad shoulders, and his up her legs, reaching her hips. "I can't get enough of you!" he said and violently attacked her lips.