Evelyn"What do you have in mind?" He gently pulled my top over my head, his fingers brushing against my shoulders, quickening my heartbeat. It was nearly impossible for me to divert my gaze from him; there was something enchanting about him that held my attention captive."You mean what I want to paint?" I asked, hesitating.Honestly, I had no clue what he meant. As he had mentioned, we were going to explore both, and I couldn't discern which he was referring to at this moment. All I could think about were things too intense to be related to painting.A deep, masculine chuckle escaped his lips, and he suppressed a grin, “Yes, Evelyn. Tell me what's on your mind; what moment do you want to lay on this canvas?" He turned me around to face the blank canvas.As I began to lose myself in thought, struggling to decide where to begin, he had a knack for further distracting my mind. Crouching down behind me, he gradually lowered my shorts.A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I was on the verge
Jacob As I laid her on the cold floor, a soft gasp escaped her beautiful lips. She looked incredibly alluring beneath me, her curves tantalizing and tempting. She awakened the primal instincts within me, without even trying to. I just wanted to bite her all over and leave my marks on her that'd take days to fade.Hovering over her, I couldn't help but look at her with awe.She was exceptional in every way. She had her own magic— Her eyes, lips, curves, the scent of her hair, the radiance of her skin, even her gait and the way she spoke were all imbued with a unique charm.How could someone be so perfect? Everything about her felt like heaven. She was breathtaking. Absolutely fucking gorgeous."You are so fucking beautiful, Evelyn," I murmured, kissing her knees and thighs. My hands caressed her bare skin, which felt as smooth as a flower. Her scent was intoxicating, and her gaze ignited a fire within me. It was a fire that could consume both of us, and I doubted either of us would mi
JacobShe arched her back, moving in perfect sync with my rhythm, with every thrust taking me deeper into her. Her walls tightened around me, making it increasingly difficult to maintain composure. Fuck, I could barely control myself.I picked up the pace, gripping her hips firmly to steady her. My lips found her neck, and I trailed kisses down her body, reaching her nipple where I grazed my teeth, this caused her to gasp with pleasure. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.What a sight!Every delicate motion she made had me spellbound. I wished she could see herself from my perspective; bet, she would be just as amazed."You know," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my weight supported by my hands, "Sometimes, I thank myself that I didn't let boundaries and morals hold me back," I looked at her, her body trembled and she moaned softly in response, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to thrust, drawing out seductive sounds from her, "Because, if I had chosen to not give i
EvelynJacob Adriano was strange—enigmatic and weird, to be precise. Why did I suddenly arrive at this conclusion? Well, the reason isn't akin to a lengthy explanation or a solution as explosive as an atom bomb. It was rather simple. Extremely simple, actually. It all boiled down to him placing the blame squarely on me for our failure to complete the painting the previous night. Yes, this Italian man truly believed that it was my fault. Ironic, right?"I still can't believe you're unwilling to change your statement," I remarked incredulously. His unwavering determination grated on my nerves. I had a conflicting urge to either punch him in the face or kiss him.Ugh! I despised the fact that he was so fucking handsome!"Why should I change my words? The blame lies with you. You're the reason we wasted the entire night. It's entirely your fault," he casually strolled over to the painting supplies, handing me a set of brushes. "Come on, we need to paint."My jaw nearly hit the floor. The
Evelyn"It's better if we talk inside," she suggested; the look on her face hinted at a revelation, and possibly a barrage of lectures. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but the closest assumption I could muster was that her boyfriend, who'd seen me last night during the entire incident with Chloe, had spilled the beans."Well, of course. I know you have a lot to say. Come in." I stepped aside to let her enter, and she walked inside. I shut the door."Tell me what you have to say; I have work to do." I spoke up, walking past her and sitting on the bed."Is that...is that Jacob's portrait, Evelyn?" She glanced at the painting before shifting her gaze to me, her voice filled with disbelief and disappointment, “And what are you wearing? His shirt?""Yeah, so?""Is this how you're rediscovering your passion, huh? Is this what you plan to do?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.God, I already despised this conversation."Well, I don't see anything wrong with it. I'm
EvelynAs I walked to his room, avoiding the glances of a few other guests along the way, my mind couldn't help but dwell on the hurtful words my mother had cruelly spat at me, all in the name of "doing what's best for me." Unbelievable, she was! She had wounded me with her words, questioned the authenticity of my feelings for Jacob, and yet clung to her claim that she cared for me.She didn't care, not even the slightest bit. If she had, she would have at least tried to understand me.I mean, seriously, she…accused me of coming between Jacob and that Chloe, as if she hadn't already hurt me enough. Of all the wounds she had inflicted on me since childhood, this was the worst, and I would forever remember it.I didn't bother knocking on Jacob's door; instead, I walked right in. My eyes searched for him until I spotted him sitting at the edge of the bed, his head hanging low as he stared at his hands. His phone lay by his side, the message to me still open on the screen.Something didn'
EvelynJacob tenderly traced his fingers along my cheek, gently moving down to my neck, and occasionally placing pecks on my lips and cheeks. I listened in silence to his heartbeat, finding something intriguing about it. Another detail that captivated me was the network of delicate blue veins on his hands, extending gracefully from his wrists.And the best part was his cologne that till now was buried deep in my system.He brushed away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across my face, then caressed my cheek and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead."What's your plan now?" I asked, even though we hadn't discussed it yet. I knew one of us needed to broach the subject, "Should we both talk to my mother?""For now, let's not do anything. We'll wait until Danica brings it up; I'll handle the matter," he assured me, offering a soft smile. "You don't need to worry about it, okay?""But I don't want you to face it alone. Let's go talk to her together," I suggested, nuzzling his nec
EvelynThe music enveloped us, a cacophony of sound as people bustled about, dancing, and indulging in the evening's drinks. I must admit, my dad had an extraordinary circle of acquaintances, though some might argue they were closer to being outright lunatics. The guest list for the wedding seemed to be expanding by the day, partly due to Clara and me.However, my current concern wasn't the growing number of guests; it was my dad, who appeared to be drowning in a sea of distress.A damsel in distress—what's the male version of that? I couldn't say for sure, but I could Google it later."I can't believe you're nervous," I said, pretending to be disappointed. "This isn't your first time tying the knot.""Hey, just because I've been married once before doesn't mean I have no right to feel nervous now. Stop giving me that look!" He downed another shot of tequila. "I might be getting married for the second time, but it's still marriage. The feeling remains the same.""So what? Are you goin