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Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 61

“Do you-”

Pulling away breathlessly, I placed a kiss down her neck, loving how she shivered when my lips greeted her delicate skin.

“Want me to show you-”

Growing wild by the temptation and heat evoking in my body, I growled in her ears, “-How desperately I want you?”

Removing my shirt from my chest, she pressed her hand over my heart, on my bare skin.

Lowering her eyes shyly, she gracefully nodded, “Yes.”

My heart skipped a beat, a dark, alluring smirk came by those desirable sensation that turned me blind.

“Good.”

At that moment, nothing else existed but the need and giving up, I gave into the seduction. I liberated my emotions to take control of me.

Snaking my one hand around her waist, I pressed her harder into me to send electrification to my core. My body received a thrill I hadn’t felt before.

So. damn. good.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Humming in her ears, I implanted a kiss on her neck roughly, sucking to imprint my mark on her flawless body.

Panting, I placed my allure before her, making her body arch, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Mhm…”

My other hand was twirling around her locks but it made me growl when she suppressed her voice. I was not pleasing her to hear silence in return.

I needed those lips to scream my name now.

“Shut those lips again and I will give you a reason to scream, Saafia. Don’t.” I growled.

She gasped when my grip tightened, gripping onto her possessively, making her moan my name.

“Dariel..”

“Good girl.” Chuckling faintly, I kissed her cheek and pushed her against my desk. Making her sit, my eyes cascaded down to her hand, gesturing to her to unbutton my shirt.

She smiled sheepishly and took off my shirt. Scrutinizing the lust in her eyes, I chuckled huskily, taking a strand of her hair in my hand when her fingers moved over my abs.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” I asked in a teasing tone, pressing her palm more, my heart pounded abnormally, sending a shiver down my spine with a strong urge I was impotent to tell.

But, I could definitely show them.

“I.. uh.. You’re so muscular.” She stammered, blushing and was about to look away.

“It’s alright. You can look, you can touch. If it could make you realize that whatever you are thinking is wrong.” I whispered sincerely.

“Really?” She asked expectantly.

“Then why do you think I have captured you here?”

I raised an eyebrow seductively, closing the distance so she could feel the heat from my body mixing with her desires.

“Dariel,”

Holding my shoulders, tears collected in her eyes, gripping onto me as if she needed me badly, in, every, possible, way.

“Hmm? What is it? Do you still have doubts?”

Baffled, I cupped her cheeks so she could maintain our keen eye-contact.

“Can you please say that you are mine? Please?”

It reduced my mood, vexing me, “Uh.. I didn’t want to say that especially when I didn’t mean them-”

“I don’t care! Just say it! Even as a lie, but tell me that you are mine.” She pleaded with me so innocently, I couldn’t resist, not when a tear rolled down her cheek.

Exhaling, I kissed her forehead and whispered.

“I am yours, Saafia. All… yours.”

If my one lie was providing her with solace then I wouldn’t mind enunciating it.

She wanted me to lie… like how I wanted her to defend me, even as a lie when Jacey- nevermind.

Shutting my eyes to let out unwanted thoughts, I pulled away, returning a soft smile, “Are you happy now?” I asked sweetly, pinching her cheeks.

“Yes.” She grinned, nodding.

She knew I didn’t mean it profoundly but I had no idea what was going through her mind.

See, people like her were too soft. How could I let a fake hope destroy her?

“So as I told you already, you have no idea about my point of view.”

Clearing my throat, I traced my finger on the proud mark on her neck, leading down to remove her shirt. Having no intention of stopping in the middle, not after she permitted me.

“Exactly. What is it?”

“Some thoughts are better if not told.”

“Thanks.” She giggled, turning her head to the side.

Curling my lips upward at her reaction, I kissed her cheek as I moved on top of her, capturing her lips with mine.

After satiating my thirst of exploring her lips, I began to admire her body. Taking her hands in mine, I locked them beside her head, intertwining with our fingers.

What a small hand.

Breathless, I bit my bottom lip when lust overwhelmed me and the reaction was shown through the way I was staring at her.

Taking her abashed reactions and in-depth emotions to my depth. Not understanding when my body started carving her desperately.

But I won’t stop until I satisfy ourselves.

“For how long are you going to stare?” She called, bringing me out of my thoughts. She was enjoying it with no worries, so was I but I knew I wouldn’t feel the same later.

Lust had blinded my mind.

Should I tell her that? What if she refused to continue then? What should I do?

“Huh? Nothing.”

Blinking, I shook my head in denial, kissing her nose and focusing entirely on enrapturing our bodies, greeting our yearnings to blow out the igniting fire.

I started giving butterfly kisses to her cheek, neck, shoulder and collarbone, loving how those lips were calling my name.

My name as if nothing else existed to them.

“Dammit!”

Taking a deep breath, I pulled away abruptly after knowing the taste of her skin on mine.

“I can’t wait anymore, Saafia. I want you, now!” I whispered, hunger taking over me to the point I started growling, dying to become one with her, to pour the depth of my need into her as well.

“Then who is telling you to wait?”

At her seductive call, I gave up.

She giggled, cupping my cheek, pulling me down to peck my lips, giving me all the authority to show her a whole new level of euphoria that even her Jared hadn’t.

‘Fuck it, we will see everything else later.’ Thinking furiously, I submitted to my lust.

Showing Saafia the extent of satisfaction and gratification I could provide her with, consummating our marriage.

… So the chances of her leaving me would become zero and she won’t be able to leave me after knowing the truth too.

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