Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 480

Manuela’s POV

When Patrick felt pressured and opened his mouth to assure that Flavian had done nothing wrong, I became certain that whatever was happening, he had not betrayed me, and his intention, though misguided, was to protect me.

As the guys kept telling me everything that was going on and repeating over and over that Flavian was afraid I would leave him, I understood what he felt. I could understand his fear, but I couldn't understand why he didn't trust that my love was strong enough to handle it.

However, as he spoke, as he lamented and explained how much he loved me, I began to understand that the fear he felt was so real that it prevented him from thinking of another possibility - the possibility that I would stand firm by his side. I felt as if the fear of my reaction had paralyzed his thoughts, and he focused only on the possibility of losing me.

I couldn't ignore that he was right about my beliefs, because he was. I would never get involved with a married man, but his situation was more complicated than that - as incredible as it might seem, he didn't even know he was still married. That surprised me, and what surprised me even more was the power that Patrick explained to me that Flavian's father had.

I left Patrick's house determined; I would make that woman run away and wouldn't give her what she wanted. That man was mine, and I wouldn't let him go. I loved him too much to give up on him because of some scheme or his past. But he needed to learn to trust me, and I still didn't know how to make that happen. However, when I saw him break down in front of me, crying and kneeling before me, I was certain that he had learned his lesson and wouldn't make the same mistake again.

I sat on his lap, looking into his eyes, and I assured him that my love for him was much greater than the entire world out there, and that it remained intact, alive, and wasn't going anywhere.

He kissed me, and there were so many feelings in that kiss that I couldn't hold back my own tears anymore. What existed between us was beyond human comprehension, beyond what could be explained - it was just as he always said, we were made for each other, and that couldn't be changed.

"I love you so much, Manu, so much!" he said when we had to separate our lips, gasping for air.

"I love you too, Flavian, so much," I said through tears, mirroring the tears he was shedding.

"Oh, my beautiful little one, my love, please don't cry. Forgive me, little one, forgive me for being an idiot?"

"Never doubt my love again. Never again, understood?"

"Never again!" He hugged me, and we stayed like that for a while, just feeling each other's presence. "Let's get out of here, little one. Let's go to a hotel, and tomorrow we'll look for another apartment, and I'll put this one up for sale."

"Why?" I looked at him, not understanding what he was saying.

"Because I think you'll keep looking at everything and remembering what happened today, what that woman did here. You've already thrown out the sheets," he explained, and I laughed. Flavian was too intense and took everything to an extreme level. He looked at me as if I were crazy for laughing.

"Flavian, I'm not leaving our home!" I said, still amused by the absurdity of his proposal. "Yes, our home. I love this apartment. It's where I gave myself to you, and it's where we're going to stay. I threw out the sheets because that creature's perfume was so strong it wouldn't come out of the fabric."

"Mmm, listen to those sweet little moans!" His mouth played with my earlobe, and his tongue touched that sensitive spot just behind my ear, making my entire body tingle.

I lifted his t-shirt and pulled it upward, needing his help to get it over his head. My eager fingers fumbled a bit with his jeans zipper, and I needed help to open it. Flavian pulled at the string holding my bikini top in place, first one side then the other, and then simply let it fall to the floor.

"Tan lines. They look beautiful on you!" With his index finger, he traced the bikini mark from my neck down to the top of my breasts and held them in his hands, lowering his head to suck on one of them.

Between sucking, licking, kissing, and nibbling my breasts, he picked me up and carried me to bed. He moved back and hooked his thumbs into my panties, one on each side, and with torturous slowness, he began to undress me.

"So beautiful!" Without taking his eyes off me, he finished undressing himself and positioned himself between my legs.

His hand slid to my sex, and his fingers touched me, playing with my clitoris while watching me with obvious pleasure. The more he touched me, the more I felt my intimacy dampen and the need to feel him inside me grow.

"So beautiful! So aroused, so wet and slippery waiting for my cock." I looked at his hard, glistening member, ready to possess me, and my eyes sparkled with contentment. "But first, I want to taste you."