Want your love, not your body

“No, mmpff”

Evelyn moaned but Dylan pressed his lips harder and swallowed her struggles and cries. Pulling her closer, he snaked his arm around her waist and slowly pushed her onto the bed while hovering over her. Evelyn also grabbed his collars for support as she feared that he would drop her. Her mind was still bogged with those bone-chilling memories of that dark day but Dylan made sure to divert her mind. He didn’t have the heart to do this to her but to make her forget that dreadful stage of her life, he has to make her focus on him, only him.

Evelyn felt her back colliding with something soft and fluffy. Maybe it was the mattress, her mind couldn’t pinpoint it. Dylan placed her in the middle of the bed gently and soon covered her small frame completely with his massive form.

He saw how her eyes were squeezed tightly so he cupped her left cheek before giving open mouth kisses. Dylan felt her relaxing as her breathing turned slower.

A frown settled on her brows feeling him eating his lips. Evelyn tried to twist her head to the side but she felt weak. All the crying and overthinking had completely drained the energy of her system.

Her hold on his collars tightened when he angled her head, their noses colliding while lips working in rhythm as Dylan kissed her passionately. Evelyn felt a weird sensation rippling through her as he handled her so delicately as if she was made of glass.

Dylan was busy feasting on her mouth when a low moan escaped her lips. He smirked exhilarated by her response. Pulling her lower lip with his teeth, he lifted his head to look at her only to see her eyes closed tightly.

He knew that she had overcome her panic attack still he didn’t stop.

He wanted to pleasure her more.

Without breaking eye contact, Dylan clutched her shirt that was tucked inside her skirt and pulled it out slowly. Evelyn whimpered; his little act gave her gooseflesh. She placed her palms over his shoulder to push him away when Dylan slipped his left hand inside her skirt and caressed her hipbone with his thumb. Her eyes shot open in panic but then she moaned out loud feeling his tongue in her mouth.

“Mmm, a-ah!!”

A carnal pleasure seeped through her veins without any warning. His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth before poking at her shy one to dance along. Her face scrunched in discomfort when he wrapped his lips around the tip of her tongue and gave it a rough suck. Saliva dripped from their mouths and coated their chins. The kiss was too hot and only turned messier as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth. Her hands on their own got coiled around his neck as she tried to move away but ended up giving him more access.

Dylan on the other hand was enjoying making her quiver at his ministrations. Dipping his palm completely inside her skirt, he groped her right butt and gave it a tight squeeze. Evelyn jerked up due to the impact but he grabbed her nape and pasted his lips on hers.

When he felt she was finally getting out of breath, he broke the kiss making the girl gulp down oxygen greedily. Dylan eyed her expression with amusement.

Eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, skin shining with sweat and her loud and rugged breathing echoing in the closed room, he felt himself getting a boner.

Dylan pecked her chin before sucking her jaw making her hold the bed sheet firmly in her clammy palms. He was happy that he ended up recovering her but another question started troubling him. Should he stop now? Maybe, maybe not.

The Mafia was bust pondering when his gaze dropped down to her chest which was rising and dropping like waves with every breath she took. His gaze turned a darker shade eyeing the two globes on her chest that were covered with a thin white fabric. He had seen them bare; the picture was crystal clear in his mind. His mind clouded with a thick fog of lust and Dylan could feel himself losing his sanity.

Panting loudly, he balanced himself on his elbows only to notice the top two buttons of her shirt were undone. It happened because of their intense makeout session but that again put forward another test for his self-control as he could her cleavage. Her hands were on her sides fisting the bedsheet which made her chest form an arch shape and squished her boobs together. Dylan could see the crescent moons peeping through that hole, inviting him to take a better look.

And that pulled the last shred of his sanity. Dylan couldn’t control it any longer and dipped his index finger inside the slit of her shirt.

Evelyn inhaled sharply. Her toes curled inwards when he plunged her finger further inside the valley of her chest. Her hands rose and grabbed his biceps for support. Dylan bit her lips watching the erotic face of his wife that was inebriated with lust.

But then he backtracked.

That was something not at all expected but Dylan did as he removed his hand and got off her. Her brows also scrunched in confusion. Sexual frustration dripped from her face. Evelyn had no idea why she was reacting this way but to be honest, she didn’t give a damn about it currently because all she desired at the moment was him and his warmth.

Dylan lay down beside her and pulled her figure before hugging her tightly. Evelyn was perplexed but she was too weak to argue with him. She simply lay in his arms obediently.

Dylan waited till her breathing turned steady. He then looked down to take a glance at her face only to find her eyes closed.

A sigh escaped his mouth.

“I want you but I can never think of taking advantage of you.” He rasped while caressing her hair. The fact that she was not herself at the moment didn’t settle well with him. She wasn’t drunk nor drugged but she wasn’t in her senses too. Dylan knew for a fact that the Evelyn he know would never even let him come closer to him. He had witnessed the resentment and rage in her eyes. He had waited for two years to realize the harm he had caused to her and prepare for her forgiveness not to take advantage of her weak state and then force her to accept him.

Turning his eyes back to the ceiling, he pulled her closer to his chest.

“I have hurt you enough in the past. I made you cry even raised my hand on you, crushed a beautiful flower when you were meant to be cherished and loved.”

His voice turned weary as shame entered his eyes recalling the past.

“I don’t want your body, Eve; I want to win your heart. Rule yours just like you rule mine. You don’t know how much self-control it required to not proceed further but I knew if I hadn’t stopped today, you would have hated me. And that’s the least I want to give you another reason to hate me.”

A tear escaped his eye and trailed down to his left temple before getting soaked by the pillows. Dylan knew the fight was long and he had to overcome many hurdles. He had torn her heart when she trusted him the most, betrayed her even stooped to abuse her so forgiving him wouldn’t be easy. Hell, he can’t even forgive himself for doing wrong with her so how can he expect Evelyn to forget everything in a day and come back to him?

“Please don’t hate me, Eve. I will try my best to become the man you always wanted, become worthy of you but don’t leave my side. I will do everything, wait for me but don’t leave me.”

Dylan continued murmuring like a hopeless lover. Soon he felt his eyelids turning heavy and before he could understand, he drifted off to sleep.

Not realizing that Evelyn was wide awake the whole time.