⚠️Sexual Content⚠️

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Gene

"Why do you cry?" I keep my head lowered, as he comes to kneel in front of me, but the gentle touch of his hand under my chin, caused me to look at him.
"Why do you cry Genevieve?"

Sighing, I push his hand away from my face, and I could tell it annoyed him by the way his face furrowed, but he remained silent.

"I am meeting my ex husband and sons today." He looks surprised by the news. I did tell him about them. It was somewhat uncomfortable how easy it is to talk to him.

"He is allowing you to see them again?" I nod.

"He believes it is my right as their mother that I should." He raises a brow.

"It sounds suspicious my love." My lips tug up slightly at the pet name he seems to love calling me, and of course he looked pleased with the fact the he made me smile.

"Agatha said similar." I stand to my feet and he follows, now towering over me.
"But I want to see them at least once." He nods in understanding.

"I will accompany you." I shake my head.

"You have your own things to worry about Adionis. I-" he brings his hand to hold my cheek, subconsciously I find myself leaning into his touch as always. He has brought me much comfort and has been a presence of safety since I have met him.

I remember when Agatha and I first hired him three years ago to work alongside Hernandez, when we started building this house. He was much quieter then, than he is now.

Even then I could not help the attraction I felt towards him, and I would always catch him confidently staring in my direction. Not once did he cower when caught; always confident about his abilities, actions, and desires.

It was only last year he made the initial decision to pursue me, stating that he would wait until I was ready, and though my fear besets me, my heart and body yearned for him daily.

"You my love must come to realize that nothing by any means will plague my mind more than you..." He pauses for a second, before continuing.
"I would do anything for you Genevieve Bathwell. Anything. Even if it meant sitting quietly while you converse with your children and ex husband."

"Why are you so adamant Adionis?" Tears come to my eyes.
"Many women flock to you, wanting your attention. Why would you want to settle for a divorcee, who is childless because her former husband stripped her of all her rights to her children."

"Because none of that identifies you. Nothing that happened to you was your fault my love, and you are the epitome of what a man would want in a woman." I stare up into his eyes at a loss for words.

He always did this. Spoke the right words, said the right thing. Made my heart beat faster for him and my mind would have an inner battle on whether to give in or just distance myself as I always would.

He smelled of his favorite Oud wood cologne; the scent so warm and earthy, that it always made me want to just bury my face in his chest and take a deep breath.

"You can trust me Gene." He mutters, wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes.
"I would never pull the ladder from under you to hinder you from succeeding." A sob breaks past my lips, my hands fisting tightly at his shirt. He immediately wraps his muscular arms around me, holding me in a tight hug.

I want to give in, so many times I thought I was ready and I just distanced myself again.

"Oh Geney...He would give you the world if you let him." Agatha's words come back to mind.

Pushing against his chest, I look up to him, tears blocking my vision slightly.
"I...You..." I look down again, fighting the words to leave my mouth.

"Show me Adionis. Please." He immediately claims my lips to his, a soft gasp leaving me at the passion that was displayed from him to me. It was aggressive, yet gentle. Leaving my mind dazzled, my core aching.

Sex was not only something Agatha found solace in. Many women in the capital did as well, I did as well.

My favorite poem from One's Core Desire being,
The evidence of my deepest desire, locked safely in the ambience of our kiss.
Desire from deep within, released into the actions of our movements; our movements synced together like the bonds of the strongest forces.
Unbreakable, unshakable.
This level of intimacy surpassing the battles of the mind and the limitations of the reality within.
The emancipation to truly let both core and mind, the freedom to its deepest wish.

He pulls away, our breathing harsh, my eyes searching his dark ones. The fiery passion he held in them for me, causing me to whimper softly.

Gently placing me to sit on the chair, he gets onto his knees,
"May I?" He refers to my dress and I nod yes.

Within seconds he disappears, and I hold my breath, as I feel his rough hands touch my thighs.
Soft kisses were placed against my right thigh, their trials leading up to the place I desperately needed him.

Opening my legs wider for him, I gasp loudly when he places a firm kiss against my covered vagina. Right hand grabbing onto the end of the cushion at the back ok the chair, left slightly pushing down against the sit.

His skillful tongue moved in slow motions up and down against my clothed core, his rough hands holding firmly to my thighs to keep me still.

"Please stop teasing." I breathlessly whisper, not being able to take anymore. I feel his hands trial up to my waist, pulling down on my panty, and I lift my waist so he can take it completely off.

I waited. Yet he made no attempt to do anything yet. My core was throbbing, eager for his touch.

"Adionis-" My eyes widen in surprise, a loud breathless gasp sounding from my lips, as his warm mouth latches onto my core.
I was not one of interest to the idea of being fully bare, though it seemed as it has currently taken over the capital, but I did keep the garden lowly trimmed.

However that didn't seem to be a problem for the hungry man between my legs.

He ate me as if I was his last meal. Licking, suctioning as he pleased.

It was euphoric, mind blowing even.

His sudden slow movements caused painful whimpers to leave my lips; the strong sensation  of pleasure there, yet my mind felt like it was holding on from fully giving in, causing tears to fill my eyes.

His movements ceased as if he felt the shift in the atmosphere, and I watch as he comes from under my dress, bread covered in my juices.

"I..." He stands to his feet, surprising me. Pulling me to stand, he stares intently into my eyes.

"You can trust me my love." He softly caressed my cheek. Releasing a shaky breath, I slowly nod my head.

"Do not hurt me Adionis."

He stares deeply into my eyes, the look in them confirming the words that came after.
"I swear on my life I won't." I hesitantly nod, fighting within myself to trust his words.

He leans down to kiss me, my eyes fluttering shut. This time it was gentle. He kissed me with a deeper intention.

His hands made their way to the back of my dress, slowly undoing the buttons of my dress.

His eyes did not leave mines as he took my dress off me; the fabric becoming a pool around my feet when it fell to the ground.

"You are the epitome of beauty Gene." I smile softly, wrapping my arms around him.

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I held tightly to his shoulders, as I rode his thickness. Loud sounds of passion filling the room.

His hands held firmly to my waist, forehead furrowed in pleasure, mouth parted slightly, deep moans of pleasure leaving it.

His cock was big, rugged and veined as I imagined it would be; filling me to the brim with its thick girth, ruining my vagina as I knew it would.

Remembering what I told Agatha, I mentally chuckle. Now I'll have to marry him huh?

I rock my hips even faster, feeling his tip hit that blissful spot deep within; my head falling back in pleasure, a smile on my lips.

"God yes!"

He shifts below me, placing my legs over his arms, and I look to him confused.
He smirks cockily at me, before suddenly moving to stand to his feet, surprising me, yet I had no time to dwindle on if I was to heavy, when he held my bottom cheeks in a firm grip and lifted me off him and harshly slammed me down onto his length.

"ADIONIS!"

"That's right love. Give yourself to me." Fighting for share luck to hold on to him, my head falls back, as he continues his savage strokes, hitting deep within me over and over again.

With strength like his, it made his movements of me seemingly easy, and it only made everything more intense; My core more wet.

My stomach tightens and I clench around him. His pace shifting as he only pulls out halfway before thrusting back into me.

"Oh god!" I scream as I come undone around his cock. My body trembling with overwhelming pleasure as he continues quickly towards his own release. His load roar like moan, a sweet noise to my ears. He quickly pulls out and releases onto my stomach.

His post orgasm face truly was beautiful. Forehead furrowed, that one vein in the middle, proudly revealing itself.

He turns us around, sitting down on the chair, pulling my body flush against him. I moan in delight, at the feel of him between us.

"There is no going back from here my Love. You have accepted me, and I will care for you as a King must his Queen." Cupping his cheeks, I lean forward, placing a soft kiss against them.

"And I would love you as a Queen must her King." I mutter against his lips. Smiles come onto both of our faces, as we kiss again. His arms pulling my body closer to his, a soft moan leaving my mouth as I rub against him.

"Are you tired?" I ask raising up again, placing him to my entrance and taking him slowly.

I believe in time I will become addicted to the beast, and Lord knows I already love sex.

"Tired?" He chuckles.
"I've desired you for years Genevieve Bathwell. I am just starting my love." I softly giggle, rolling my hips.

"Show me then." He smirks, turning us to lie down.