In His Eyes

30|Love & Death

These past few days, I could say was one of the most pleasurable days since I got here. I ditched my life on paris and returned to where I belong. But since I am still human, somehow, I have not released my responsibility from the city. I told my assistant, Jane that I was getting hitched. She smiled to the thought and I also told her that we will handle all the business via skype.

In the meantime, Hagen was the happiest I've seen him. In all honesty, the glint in his eyes were alive once more. Deep, ocean blue orbs that made smile to the idea of it.

Yesterday, Hagen, as generous as he was, showered me again with expensive gifts. Most of them were clothes and acessories, while the rest was paintings and other artifacts that me wonder to where he got them.

But I didn't care. I had him and that was it.

I woke up that morning with the most amazing blue eyes staring at me. We were on the same bed, same room and discarded from any fabrics covering our body. And there we lay, just gazing into each others eyes trying to repay for all the loss time we had.

He draped his arm over my waist and sighed. I felt his breath brush the tip of my nose. I love him, I really do.

“Good morning, love” he greeted, face filled with pride and happiness. I smiled but I didn't respond, instead I connected my lipd to his and it felt like electric storm in my bones. Which made me more vigerous on my attempt.

I continued to kiss him with much passion as so he did. I climbed on top of him as our tongues danced with each other.

“I love you” I said in between kisses. “So much” Hagen smiled and I saw the hunger in his eyes, the burning rage for something raw and potent.

“I know baby, I love you too” he said, his hands caressing my back that felt like it belonged there until her gripped my ass and pressed it.

I moaned lightly, feeling his hands there made me more invigorated.

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By afternoon, Hagen said that I go get dress as a few of his business associates were coming for a meeting, saying that he didn't want to be seperated from me, even for a short amount of time.

“You look stunning” I heard him say, I turned around and saw him dressed impecably with his beige polo shirt and black fitted pants. While all I wore was a simple polo shirt that was topped over by a dark brown sweater and slacks.

“You don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Kensington” I said, smiling thinly.

Hagen walked towards me and placed his lips on mine, a sensual yet inticing action to even begin with. And I didn't want to stop. I yearned for him so much that my arousal for him was insatiable.

“Whoa" He chuckled, stopping our heated kiss. “We still have guest coming over, remember?” he smiled, eyes squinting.

“Fuck them” I told him as I aimed for a kiss. He was reluctant at first but I guess his arousal that was present in his pants got the best of him as he gripped my ass with such force that I whimpered.

He continued to kiss my neck and lips till he took of my sweater and polo shirt, pulling the expensive fabric apart that the buttons scatered on the floor. Once my chest were bare, he resorted into kissing that one too.

I was on ecstacy as soon as he got to my nipples, licking, sucking them that hungered my libido even more. I tried to kiss him but he stopped me as he placed both of my hands over my head as he planted kisses on me.

I heard metals ringing when I saw him taking off my belt and my slacks as well. And once I felt his bare hands on my shaft, I moaned loudly when Hagen took it whole.