Wanting Her

Chapter 43

-HER-

I was speechless. Totally and utterly wordless. My brain doesn't work, my mouth doesn't work as the words flew out from his luscious mouth.

He says the magic words. The "I love you". I want to laugh and cry at the same time. My body shudders at the thought of being his.

I want to be his.

He chuckles as he see my reaction. His fingers trails to my cheeks and settles on my beating pulse, before he pulls me towards him. Nose to nose, the sparks come to life. The electricity buzz in the air. Explosive in its existence. His breath fans through my mouth and cheeks. His gaze leaving its heat as he stares at me.

His eyes are stark naked with his feelings. His eyes held fondness, calmness, adoration and... and love. He's not hiding behind his barrier and I don't say anything because  I love it too much too ruined this precious moment of his. I'm so messed up.

"I love you." He whispers again.

"Why?" is my stupid response.

"Because it's you. It's always been you from the first moment I saw you."

"What do you mean?"

He left my question in silence, instead he kisses me softly, taking his time nibbling on my lower lips, sucking like I'm his personal brand of wine. He plunged his tongue and caress every deep crevices until I cave and press myself more to him.

He remove his hands from my neck only to settle it on my hips. His hands burns where he touches me. He tighten his hold leaving me no choice to melt against his chest. His hands caress my spine in a soft feather light touch, even through my clothes, my body, my mind, my soul are aware with his scorching touch.

"Ethan." I whimper.

I'm a squirming mess whenever I'm with him. I'm always in a state of starvation with him near me. I don't know if I'm able to be with anyone after him because I know it deep down, no one can ever replace him.

"Baby." His throaty growls, makes me wetter and I move against him, and we both groan. My hips rolling on its own accords, having mind on its own. Both needing desperate relief of each other. His mouth move to nibbles my jaw and down my neck. He sucks and nibbles the tender and sensitive spot of neck. Leaving me gasping and heaving heavily.

"I miss you so much. I'm sorry I hurt you." He said.

"I miss you. Oh— God." His teeth sunk before licking the sting away.

We're both spend our time kissing and touching each other as if making up for the long time we've been apart. Our kiss and touch desperate and I dwell in it for as long as I can. We need it. I need it.

Before him, I'd never thought I'd need someone's touch so desperately. I'd never thought kissing someone will give me some sense of security. I'd never thought I'd miss someone this hard. And most importantly, I never thought I'd love someone this deep.

But Ethan. He tears, breaks, slashes, smashes every ifs and seep his way to me. Never backing down and make himself home in me. In my heart, body and soul. I don't know why I suddenly feel like crying my hearts out. The feelings I had for him runs so deep I wonder if it'll never end.

As if he senses my inner turmoils, he pulls back from me and search my face. I bet my face is red as tomato from the pleasure he gave me just by kissing plus the threatening sobbing ready to burst. I feel my lips trembling and my vision blurred.

His eyes panic, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head, and the tears make its path down my cheeks. Warm salty tears leaks a bit into my mouth. Words can't even come close to what I'm feeling for him. He makes me have all this squishy feelings and I don't know how to handle this. His warmth, his comfort, his tenderness, his everything is messing with my heart.

Frowns carves in between his brows and I have the urge to press my thumb to make it go away. I did it and settles my fingers in the back of his neck.

"You didn't hurt me at all."

"Then why are you crying?" He wipes the beads away with his thumb.

"Because of you."

He looks confused by my statement and I laugh. And if possible he looks even more confused.

"You make me mad, sad, irritated, frustrated, happy, overwhelmed, grateful and so many more. But I guess that's all there is with love, right?"

Love is all there is to offer. Every deep feelings will be awaken in the name of it and we don't even notice we can feel this type of emotions until someone came along and break the code.

I think it means, the one.

"Are you saying you love me too?" His throats working, and the stretch of his throats look so hot I want to lick his throat.

"What do you think?"

He laughs and presses his forehead to mine. His arms wounds around my waist, pulling me closer to his warmth.

"I think you love me too." His eyes gleam with pure happiness and I bet mine too.

"I think you're overconfident." I teased.

"I think not." He said with a growl and lay me on the bed. In the blink of seconds, the air crackles and the tension fills and hover over us. Reminding me that with him, it was always like this. Always, full of attraction, wholesome, perfect.

"Tell me what I want to hear." He demands while kissing my face, my jaw, nibbles and sucks at my skin with his skilled and tantalising mouth that is as sinful as the devil. He portrays domination as his body hovers over mine. Exuding safety and calm in me.

He should be illegal.

His hands is touching me all over. My shoulders, down my arms, my breasts, my ribs and he puts his hands on my hips. He keeps me up in the precipice, still caressing me through my clothes and I wanted more. I need more.

I hear the desperate whimper come out from my traitorous ungrateful mouth. I don't have the time to feel embarrassed.

"Tell me what I want and I'll give you what you want, Lana." His husky voice dictates his hunger.

His hands are already opening up my button one by one, slowly, but surely, until the last button is open, the cold air hit me. Or is it me?

"You're so beautiful." He murmurs against my skin. Hot breath teasing my skin. His mouth travels down to my chest and I gasp when his tongue taste my skin. The contrast of his wet mouth and warm breathe makes it all the more in a teasing manner.

He pulls down the cup and reveal my breasts, naked to his eyes. He downs his head and waste no time to devour me, loving each of my breast with equal treatments and leaving me breathless, wanting more, needing more.

"Please." I beg.

He laughs low. "Baby, I love it when you beg." He teases my nipples with the graze of his teeth and lick it with his tongue afterwards. I gasp in shock and clutches my fingers in his silky hair. He groans but continue his torture.

Damn, him.

I groan my frustration and it only riles his amusement of my pent up situation. "Tell me baby."

I can't take this anymore. "I love you. I love you, Ethan." I said in between breath.

"I love you, Lana."

He travels down my body and already pulling my pants of my legs. He sits himself in between my legs, taking his time in kissing and licking my inner thighs.

He breaths at my core and I swear I would die a happy woman at this moment.

With him.