ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Chapter 14

Fenna

Some cool music is playing in the background as Nolan prepares supper in his house.

He has stopped me from helping him.
He made me sit on the kitchen chair, watching him prepare a local dish which I love most.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved;loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

I choose to sing along to the music.

Moments later, the food is ready and he sets the table.

To say the food is sweet will be an understatement. It's delicious!

I can't stop complimenting him.
He's such a good cook!

As we eat, his thumb strokes my knuckles, back and forth, and my heart skips a beat as my breathing accelerates. How does he do this to me? He’s only touching a very small area of my body, and the hormones are flying!

After clearing the table, he leads me towards the bedroom and hands me a towel. He drops his clothes and leads me to the bathroom. I'm already nervous but what can I do?

I know I need him as much as he does. He repeats whatever he did in my house earlier today. He helps me scrub my back and his perfect manhood can't stop pricking my ass.

I just wish that he takes me there...however, that doesn't happen....

He dries my hair and all the body gently after leading me into his bedroom.

He holds his hand out to me, his eyes are bright,
fervent … excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulls me up and into his arms so I can feel the length of his body against mine, this swift action taking me by surprise. He runs his fingers around the nape of my neck, winds my ponytail around his wrist, and gently pulls so I’m forced to look up at him. He gazes down at me.

“You are one beautiful young woman,” he whispers. “I am in awe of you. I'm smitten...”

His words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames. He leans down and kisses my lips gently, and he sucks at my lower lip.
“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan, and he smiles.

“Please, Fenna, let me make love to you.”
It's more of a plea than a request.

“Yes,” I whisper, because that’s why I’m here. His smile is triumphant as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the bedroom to his enormous bed.

I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I’m going to let him do it...waoh!

My breathe is shallow, and I can’t take my eyes off him.

He pulls the towel tied round me and throws it on the dressing table.

He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood’s pumping through my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly.

He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He’s so freaking hot.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Fenna Louis?”
He whispers.
My breathe hitches.
I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”
He adds, caressing my chin.

The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I’m hypnotized by his eyes staring fervently into mine.