Page 118 of Lilies from Hell

“I think you should take off your belt, it’s uncomfortable,” she murmurs with a frown, shifting around on my lap.

“I don’t have a belt.”

“Oh.”

“I know you’re sad and all that, but fuck, I want you so bad right now,” I admit in a low murmur, feeling like the worst jerk ever and my cheeks burning with heat.

“That might help me a little.” Her sly smile is all I need to rip her clothes off and lay her down on the bed with me on top of her.

“I’ll try to be a little gentler this time.”

“No. I like it like this,” she replies, looking me in the eyes, a sparkle lighting up the green of her perfect eyes.

“How?” I asked with a suggestive smile.

“Tough,” she replied, sweeping her gaze over my naked body. “Make me bleed and ache. Make me forget.”

“Are you feeling better?” he asks as he kisses my shoulder from my back.

“A bit.” He turns me around and leans in, studying my face as if searching for something.

“Your eyes are still a little swollen,” he complains in a low tone.

“Do I look that bad?” I scoff. He shakes his head.

“You know I could never see you that way.” Just when I think we’re about to kiss, he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, leaving me with a great view of his backside.

When he comes back he brings with him the small bottle of eye drops and a cold compress that I always keep in my skincare fridge. How did he know I had that there? I think about sitting up with the sheet covering my body, but he tells me to lie down again. I wait for him to put the drops in my eyes and bite my cheek when he kisses my eyelids tenderly.

“Close your eyes, I’ll put this on you.”

“It’s okay. No need.”

“I want these pretty eyes to be normal again.”

“Sometimes I think you’re too good to be real, well, actually, always,” I blurt out, probably still drunk from the aftershocks of my orgasm under his curious gaze.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Everything.” He smiles, caressing my cheek with his fingers.

“Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe when you’re not here. Although more than just a thought, it’s a fact. I love you with every fiber of my soul, so much that it hurts,” he murmurs. His words send a tingle through my whole body. I look away from his blue eyes.

I don’t know where to look. I want to escape his gaze, but all I manage to do is blush more and more until I cover my face with both hands. Partly to hide my smile, too.

“Don’t do that, I love seeing you smile. If you take that privilege away from me, you’ll kill me.”

“Please. Don’t say another word,” I murmur in utter exasperation when he pulls my hands away from my face.

The vibrations from his cell phone save me from blushing more. I take advantage of the fact that he has moved away a little to get dressed. I hadn’t taken into account the state of my clothes, so I cover myself better with the sheets and run to the dressing room before he can see me. hopping on one foot to pull on my shorts, clutching my top in my hand when I hear his voice behind me.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting dressed,” I say, covering my breasts in a vague attempt to sound firm. He’s still naked, although at least now he’s wearing his boxers.

“I haven’t told you to do that yet, have I?” I shake my head under the intensity of his blue eyes. He snatches my top and throws it somewhere, fixing his gaze on my now bare chest.

I have to bite my tongue to suppress my urge to cover them with my arms. His eyes always make me feel like a prey about to be devoured. Then he starts to move down my torso until he stops at my shorts, making an annoyed face with the intention of getting closer. I let him take them off with a blush on my cheeks. My underwear stays in place before he takes us back to bed.