Chapter 11 Heartbreak In Paradise

• I woke up to a sizzling meal warming up the whole room. The smell just had me groaning where I lay. I was buried under thick blankets, the smell having my belly do a shimmy. The smile pulled out on it’s own, not able to hold it. Just a second awake and I was already smiling all my teeth out.
• I ate my favorite dish prepared by Elio from scratch. He was not only ruining me for other men, he was also ruining my taste buds. The dance could not be helped as I scooped the food over and over again.
• My eyes were locked on him, his phone in hand. I watched him frown then he began typing back and forth with someone. I watched the way his fingers glazed through the screen, his thumb folding with each pause. His eyes narrowed for a second, my curiosity hitting the roof. It was a curiosity of him. I wanted to learn all that irked him, all that had him react. What was he like when angry? What was he like when happy? An image of a grin he wore a few hours back played in my head. Something told me he was not a man who gave out smiles so easily yet I craved for that smile so insanely. He was intoxicating, biting my lip and just wondered how this came to be. It was all so crazy but I was happy in a way and I felt so guilty for it.
• You would not say that I had nearly lost my life a day ago. You would not say that my body was buttered blue-black from the way my smile shone on my face like a deranged person. It was so intense even my fingers tingled. My plate was wiped clean, him not eating I guess. I placed the dishes on the pedestal, wanting to take them down but I knew I had to change before I painted the sheets red again.
• My feet rushed through the room. Elio’s head tipped to me and I smiled to assure him that I was fine. I closed the bathroom door, finding the damage having just started. I felt dirty so I decided to take a shower.
• The bathroom smelt of copper and something I could not describe. I felt as if he could smell it, and I felt so ashamed. I was freaking out and running down the rabbit hole fast at the same time. I recalled the way he washed my skin, the way he stared at me even with all the blood, my menstrual blood, coating him. There had been no disgust, no hate, just him staring at me as if I was the only woman in the world. Never had I ever been stared at in such a way. I was already addicted to it. The way he claimed me with his eyes, as if telling me a million promises all at once. I knew he was holding back. I could see the darkness deep in his eyes, the need in his eyes and I wanted it. I wanted him as he was. I pasted the pad on my clean underwear, pulling it up my legs. I brushed my teeth and made sure the bathroom was clean before I stepped out.
• My heart was already drumming so hard from just the thought of seeing him again. I gripped the towel to my chest with my nearly trembling hand. It was to the point where it was suffocating, the need to lay my eyes on him, to feel his on my body.
• I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, eyes running to where they last saw him. I sunk my teeth in my lower lip, my breath knocked away as his green haunting eyes devoured me. He stared at me as if he had not seen me all year long, his eyes never even wandering down, just at my eyes.
• I found myself compelled to walk over to him, to straddle over him and claim his lips. All seemed to shake around me. I was not sure if it was my pounding vagina or heart but my mind was thrown to the gutter.
• I moved, a voice screaming in my head yet it seemed to be on mute. The gap between us got swallowed away until I stood right in front of him. Elio was still seated right at the edge of the bed, the phone held carelessly in his hand, eyes on me, his full attention on me. There was this need in his eyes. There was this roaring fire that would burn us both. The second our eyes locked with each other everything else just happened on it’s own. I was not in control of my body. It swayed with such confidence, swaying for him. My breath seemed to get labored, my lips trembling. All I knew was me lowering down to straddle him.
• Elio threw his phone to the side, his arms moving to grip my waist. His hold was firm and possessive. He made me hungry, made me hungry for his fire to burn me. I shifted side to side until I was directly over his erect cock. What I would do to feel him in me. The sweet Lethu was gone. Elio brought out the monster in me. I could barely even see at that point, my hooded eyes having everything blurry.
• My gaze snapped down to his lips then back up. I wanted to claim him, wanted to lick and kiss him. The fire roared hotter, needing him.
• His hand ran to my neck as I moved closer, halting me in my actions with my eyes rolling to his.
• “Lethu.” He warned. It was a warning but to me, it made me ache for him harder.
• “Elio.” I had not meant to moan it out, my hand on his wrist, wrapping around only for me to draw closer to him.
• “No.”
• Why were shivers running down my body? Why was there a slight jerk on my body with my eyes closing? My folds flushed out my arousal juices hard. I felt them drip out. The sweetness seemed to consume every cell in me.
• “Yes.” I moaned out. So near to him, his forehead touching mine. Nothing was functioning as it was supposed to. Elio left my body drugged, all drowsy.
• “Yes, Elio.” I moaned again only for him to pull me by the neck and smashed his lips on mine hard. My toes curled with my body tingling so much I wanted to jump off him. It left me drooling while kissing him. The kiss was harsh, hard, needing, and demanding. I was up for it and I was deep in it. His hand sank deep into my hair, bringing me closer if that was even possible. We were so near, still drawing closer as if wanting to merge into each other. Our bodies moved into each other with each stroke, moaning and groaning. It seemed as if I was taking in his soul.
• Fuck breathing, I would rather die. My waist curled on him, rubbing on him. I needed him. I needed him like I needed none other. I wanted him to ruin me. I wanted him to ravage me until nothing but all he wanted was left.
• My head felt light, the pain striking. I tried to hold on, tried to cling on but I would pass out.
• Elio pulled back first, him heaving. It took me a while to take a breath in and when I did, it felt like death. Tears were flowing down my face. Elio’s thumb quickly picked them up, swiping them away. His whole body was quivering as mine. I had barely opened my eyes. His lips were on my cheek, on my neck, licking and sucking until he claimed my lips again. I was ready for round two but he pulled away again to stop.
• He seemed to be fighting a war in him. I did not want him to think. I did not want him to stop. I gripped hard, moving to claim his lips but each time he pulled away until I felt my body being picked up. We were standing and flipped so fast my brain was too drunk to process. Next thing I knew, I was on the bed, him standing right before me.
• Elio moved closer and I was already pushing up to meet him halfway only for him to grab his phone and quickly move away.
• His face was stone cold in a way I had never seen before. I frowned, perplexed on what was happening but my heart was already breaking apart into a million little pieces.
• “Elio?”
• “I am going to save you, Piccola. I am going to stop being greedy and put you first.” He said, taking a step back with each word.
• “Elio?”
• I could not even speak, wanting to say more but there seemed to be this stopper clogging my throat.
• “Elio?”
• I was confused, hurting deep to the bone. My body turned useless as I lay frozen.
• “Goodbye, my love.”
• “Elio no!”