Chapter forty-seven

                                    

                                          
I was fully unclad now, staring at Stephano, he unclothed himself slowly before getting on the bed and hovering over me. He stared intently into my eyes before capturing my lips again and tracing his fingers down my body and sliding them into my cunt, I gasped and moaned as he began pumping them in and out. He pulled them out and set himself between my legs, he looked at me again like he was asking for approval and I simply wrapped my arms around him and nodded. I felt him probe my entrance, it's been really long since I did anything sexual and I felt a tad nervous at this but it was all pushed to the back of my mind when he took my mouth and I felt his tip sink into me slowly, I felt my walls stretching at the intrusion, he moved slowly, and kissed me sensually, entering me inch by inch. And I knew he was indeed making love to me and not fucking me. I gasped when I realized he was fully in, it felt full, too full, slightly painful too. His hands moved to my breast and massaged them and flicked my nipples, I let out a low moan as he kept thrusting slowly and sensually, when his lips left mine, his eyes stared deeply into mine, which was partly open and hazy. He ground himself into me, I felt it down that sensitive spot and I moaned softly. And soon enough my walls tightened and I knew I was about to explode in pleasure. 
                          
"Faster, please." I gasped in-between moans and gasps. 
                          
He obliged, increasing his pace, and I felt myself spasm as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He groaned and at the same time he came, he remained in me and placed a soft kiss to my forehead before pulling out and gathering me in his arms. We stayed like that wordlessly, panting. And soon enough his breaths evened and I looked up at him to see his eyes closed in a slumber, I smiled and pressed my lips to his cheek, still wrapped in his arms, I leaned my head into his chest and I silently prayed that this lasts forever, though I knew it wouldn't. And I closed my eyes to sleep and no nightmares about the ring came, no nightmares about being whipped, no man with a scarred face and dirty broken teeth and a whip in his hands haunted my sleep. All I saw was a beautiful blue eyed angel.
                          
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I stirred and my eyes fluttered open sleepily. I realized I was facing the window now and light rays were hitting my eyes. I turned away, and the spot was empty. Stephano was not here, and the events of last night flooded my brain and I realized I was still naked but covered by sheets. One look at the small case atop my bag and I knew what day it was, the day of the deal. I felt tears well at my eyes and slide down as I recollected what I had to do. 
                          
"Ariana?" I heard the soft voice and I jumped, almost startled Andi wipe the tears away hastily. Stephano was standing at the foot of the bed with a towel around his waist and water dripping from his wet her into his chest. 
                          
"Yeah, good morning." I greeted hastily, wrapping the sheets around my body and sitting up. 
                          
His eyes scanned me carefully. "What's wrong?" His voice was soft and I couldn't help but want to wail and tell him everything. 
                          
"Nothing." I reply firmly. 
                          
"You were crying, don't tell me nothing." He frowns. "Is it last night? Did I hurt you?"
                          
"No! No, nothing like that." I gush. 
                          
"Then what is it? You regret it?" He asked calmly, but pain seeped through his words. 
                          
No, Stephano. I don't regret one moment of last night. I want to say, but I don't. I don't say anything, I just stare at him silently and I want to scream and hurt myself for it but this is what I have to do. 
                          
"Okay." He whispers to himself before turning away with hurt readable in his eyes. I watch him dress himself carefully and hastily. He put on black pants and a black T-shirt, he grabbed the car keys and tucked a gun into his pocket. He turned to me.