Fairytale Green

Store after store, minutes slipped away until morning became afternoon then night. Lana and I really did shop until we dropped. The dropping part just happened to be at the food court where we spent a good amount of time refuelling ourselves after a stressful day of dress shopping.

My mind however was somewhere else. I could not even fully enjoy my pizza because I was too busy thinking about how my next encounter with Stone would go.

That train of thought still ran around in my head as I made my way up the stairs in my apartment building.

The hallway was brightly lit due to the darkness outside. I was counting the lightbulbs on the ceiling as I walked upwards, trying to reassure myself that he would not be there because he had a full day of work. I told myself that he would be back at his house.

Even the possibility of facing him made me want to flee. I wanted to run away from trying to explain what I felt to him. There was no word to describe how I felt. None that had a name anyway. None that were strong enough.

Love did not even compare to what I felt for him. It was so much more.

Sometimes I thought too much. I lived in my head and weighed up each decision I had ever made.

A good example of that was when I was six years old. Christmas rolled around and I found myself doubting the existence of Santa Claus. I recollected sitting under the Christmas tree and comparing the width of my chimney to the depiction of the jolly fat man in red. I also compared the number of houses around the world to the hours from night to morning.

Due to all my overanalysing, I missed a childhood of believing in magic. A few years later was when I started writing down small theories on farfetched things in an attempt to retrieve that magic again.

Overthinking had the potential to steal away small miracles in our life.

That is why I decided that the next time I saw Stone, I would tell him how I felt. Then run away for the hills.

Just as I had calmed myself down, my breathing hitched once again as I went to unlock my front door. It was already open and that meant only one thing.

I had forgotten about my dad. As ludicrous as it sounded to say, it was true. I had forgotten that he was absent, and he was who knows where and doing God knows what. For the past week, I never thought once about how much he despised me.

I had been too busy with Stone. He seemed to make the bad thoughts melt away just by being there.

With caution and an expectation to see empty drink bottles on the floor and a familiar stranger in the room, I pushed open the door.

Two steps into the room and I was taken aback. Instead of smashed bottles in the living room, there was a pile of books crowding the space. Mostly books anyway. There were a few other objects there. Most of the things I recognised were from under my bed.

On the arm of the sofa, Pete the Second sat. I frowned in confusion at the stuffed panda that Stone had won for me.

The nicely laid out mess was not the work of my father. The objects were organised neatly and with purpose. Not by a drunk.

The only question was why.

With questions unanswered, I dropped my bag with the black silk dress that I bought earlier on the pile of books.

‘Stone?’ I called while walking into the dark corridor leading to my bedroom.

My bedroom door was closed but I could see the light was on from the slightly ajar wood.

Every step was more difficult. It was quite a frightful thing walking into the unknown. Further and further. Curiouser and curiouser.

Not waiting any longer, for the second time tonight, I pushed my door open not knowing what I would find.

I would never have guessed it. My hand instantly flew to my mouth as I let out a loud gasp.

My bed was misplaced. Instead of being right next to the wall, it was centred alone in the middle of the room.

However, that was not the first thing my eyes fell upon on.

All four walls of my bedroom that were once a plain and dreary white were now vibrant with colour.

Not just any colour.

Green.

I thought that four walls of the same bright colour would be overpowering but it was not. It was impeccable. For a cold colour and one usually associated with nature, the walls made warmth spread through me.

Even with the green surrounding, that still was not what my eyes landed on first. What I was drawn to first was him.

The man that I loved had a paintbrush in hand and a splatter of the colour on his black t-shirt as he finished painting a small spot near the skirting of the wall.

Stone stood as soon as he saw me standing there. Yet he did not move an inch. He stilled and just watched me. Waiting for a reaction.

I could not give him one. A thousand words of gratitude wanted to escape from me, yet I remained frozen.

He had listened about how much I hated my room and he had remembered weeks later. He had gone out of his way to paint my bedroom for me and not just any colour but my colour.

I would drive myself crazy thinking about him going out of his way to find the right shade.

I did not know I was crying until Stone took long determined steps across the room to coddle my face in his large hands. He gently wiped my tears away.

Stone broke the silence as he quietly told me in his deep voice ‘Please don’t cry. If you do not like it, then I can paint it back.’

‘No—No.’ I rushed out while taking small breaths ‘I love it. I love it so much.’

I loved him so much.

This was one of the times that my crying was tears of joy. I was so overjoyed that I thought that I might have burst with happiness.

Even the crying that happened after watching the notebook was nothing compared to this. Lana was right. I had become a hopeless romantic over the past few weeks.

‘I can’t believe you did this for me.’ I said, still in shock.

His face filled with so much raw emotion that I was taken aback at how tenacious yet vulnerable he looked.

‘I tried to find the exact colour. I searched everywhere for the shade, but it was nowhere to be found.’ He spoke while motioning to the green around us ‘This is the closest they had to your colour.’

I whispered, ‘It is fairytale green.’

‘Yes.’ He confirmed while staring deep into my eyes, but it felt like he was looking a lot deeper ‘It is fairytale green.’

‘This is the best thing I have ever been given. I cannot tell you how much this means to me. I cannot begin to thank you.’ I expressed with a shaky voice.

He wiped another tear of mine away with his thumb as he gave me a small smile ‘It is not entirely selfless. I do plan on spending all my time here with you.’

‘You hate the colour.’ I accused ‘That is why you tease me about my hair.’

Stone cocked his head ‘Fairytale green is the best fucking colour. If I could paint the whole world, it then I would.’

In the next blink of an eye, I had leapt into his arms. One reason was to embrace him and fill the gap between us. The other was to hide my face in his chest so he could not see my expression which I had no doubt had the truth written all over it.

If he looked me in the eye, then he would know every single emotion that I was feeling.

He pulled back so he could see me, and his voice was full of concern ‘What is wrong, Medusa?’

‘How do you know something is wrong, Lurch?’

His breath warmed my head as he talked down to me while I kept my gaze strictly away from his.

‘You look terrified.’ He spoke hoarsely.

‘I am.’ I replied

He gently touched under my chin and forced me to look up at him. I did and I tried to mask my expression but there was no use. As soon as he saw my face, he nodded like he understood.

I was caught in his eyes as he continued to study me.

‘I push people away.’ I said aloud ‘That is what I do.’

‘Fuck no. There will be no pushing away.’ He affirmed ‘You push me away and I will bring you right back. I will grab you and pin you to the wall. We do this together.’

‘Demanding ass.’ I called him with a small shaky laugh before I mentioned ‘The wall is wet with paint so please do not do that.’

Stone chuckled and I felt it pierce through me. Right through my heart. It was enough to make the organ skip a beat.

‘I have always wanted to know why you always call me a nickname and not actually my name.’ I tried to change the subject and avoid the topic ‘Why did you start it?’

Fair enough that I was the one to start on the pier by calling him Lurch but after that he kept it going with Medusa. It was strange to think of a time when he was not one of the most important things in my life. If not the most.

He removed a fallen piece of hair from my face that was acting as a shield. There was nowhere to hide anymore.

‘The nicknames were something to say until I could call you mine. That is what it means.’ He told me ‘Every time I said and will say Medusa, I am telling you that you are my girl. My everything.’

The air had suddenly removed from the room. My chest was thumping loud, and my eyes became even wetter.

His words gave me a rush of bravery because I wrapped my arms around him and leaned on my toes.

I confessed ‘I did not know it then but every time that I called you Lurch or some other name. I was really just trying to tell you that I am yours.’

He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip and then my top with a hand that begun to shake. I could feel him tense. I suspected that he was losing control and his restraint to hold back.

‘It was my way of telling you that I wanted you.’ I professed with full certainty ‘Because I really do. I want you.’

Stone leaned down and smashed his lips against mine. He claimed my mouth with so much passion that my mind blanked in response. He ran a hand through my hair and deepened the kiss. Enough to take the last remaining oxygen out of my lungs and enough to make my hesitation disappear.

I was palming his shirt so tightly that it started to rise, and I could see a hint of ink. I started to feel dizzy at the hotness of his mouth as I removed his shirt. He bent down to allow me to get the fabric over his head.

Once I got it off, I reached up and ran my finger over his erratically beating heart while still not breaking the kiss. The dance of our tongues tasted of an endless number of confessions.

Speaking of confessions, I had forgotten something. With all my might, I pulled away and spared him a smile before walking around him so I could get an eyeful of the mysterious tattoo that he refused to tell me about on his back.

What I saw had me covering my mouth once again.

My intake of air was so loud it filled the room, but Stone did not turn around.

Instead, he stayed still and let me examine the tattoo of the gorgon.

The head of Medusa was in the centre of his upper back and the twenty-ish snakes stretched nearly to the edge of his shoulders. There was no chance of missing the tattoo. It covered the whole of his upper back and was inked boldly with dark prominent lines.

I reached out and stroked the closed eyes of the gorgon making sure it was real. That everything was real.

The question was rhetorical. I could feel the answer in the air and in the way he was watching me over his shoulder, but I wanted to hear the words from his lips.

‘Why did you get medusa tattooed on your back?’ I asked because I needed him to confirm the reason and hear it from him.

He turned around. His lips were up in a small smile as he wrapped one of his bulky arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

I closed my eyes at the contact and waited for his reply.

‘Because it is forever a reminder of the girl I am in love with.’ He rasped out.

‘What?’ I managed to voice to make sure it was not a wild and wonderful dream.

‘I am inexorably in love with you, Ella.’

He said it with such ease like it should not have come as a surprise to me. There was no beating around the bush. He said it such surety that it seemed that his feelings were irrevocable.

I pointed towards myself, still in shock ‘Me?’

‘Yes. You.’ He chuckled ‘Drizella Miller. The mean green machine, you.’

‘You do know that tattoos are permanent. That means you cannot get rid of them.’ I blurted out.

His grip on my waist tightened as he let out in his rough voice ‘I am well aware. Now when people see my back, they will know who I belong to.’

‘When?’

‘When what?’ He replied.

‘When did you catch feelings for me?’

His head shook ‘I am not telling you that.’

I frowned ‘Why not?’

‘You came in here and looked like you wanted to flee.’ He answered, ‘I am not scaring you away by telling you how fast I fell, and it would scare you to know how fast I did.’

At his words, I crumbled. If my poker face had even slightly remained a second before, it had gone now. I wanted to shout a million names and insults at him for making me feel this way, but I also wanted to smash my lips on his. There was nothing else to do but surrender.

‘You are insane.’ I pointed out with adoration present in my tone as I got a sudden urge of confidence ‘I love you.’

His pupils dilated and for a moment I thought I could see stars in them. They were endless dark matter filled with so many different emotions swirling around. Some I could interpret. His eyes contained delight, warmth, hunger, and most prominently love.

He bent down and lifted me up so that I was bridal style against his chest. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he pulled me closer than close.

‘Say it again.’ He growled.

‘I love you.’

His tone went deep in demand ‘Again.’

‘I love you.’

He rested his forehead on mine as his voice became hoarser ‘Again.’

‘I love you.’ I raised my voice in assurance ‘I love you so much that our story is my favourite story.’

‘You are my favourite everything, Medusa.’ He told me.

Then a buzzing noise from his phone went off. The pocket of his jeans lit up and showed that someone was trying to call him.

l caught a quick glimpse of the time displayed. It just after nine o’clock. I could not be sure though because Stone hurled the phone across the room, and it hit the wall before he attacked my lips once again.

He eventually let me down. He placed me on the floor so that my back was towards him. He peppered my neck with kisses and bit on the skin as I threw my head back to give him better access.

‘You are mine.’ He gnarled.

My right arm reached out and I grabbed the back of his head as I asked, ‘Are you mine?’

His large hand cupped my chin and turned my head to the side so I could see him.

He answered in his gravelly voice ‘I always have been.’

A jolt of what felt like electricity sent a shiver down my spine at his touch.

‘Valentine?’ I quietly let out.

A kiss was left at the side of my mouth in reply.

I turned around and faced him as I uttered ‘I need you.’

‘I need you too, Drizella.’

I repeated my words to make them explicit ‘I need you.’

‘I need you.’ He rasped out as a growl escaped his throat.

He needed me and I needed him. We needed each other. Desperately.

A ripping noise was heard.

Rest in peace my slipknot shirt. It would be severely missed. It was a good thing I had three more of the same kind.

I was too caught up in him to care that he was demolishing a fraction of my wardrobe as he continued to greedily take off my clothes.

My ripped clothes fell to the floor like a discarded mess. He was in a haste as he undressed me but then he slowed down. He seemed to be savouring the moment.

He kissed me again as I was left with only my underwear covering my body. Then that was gone too.

Stone pulled back to see me.

I had never felt so seen. Being bare to him brought a blush to my cheeks and I crossed my arms over and started to rub at my skin.

‘Do not do that.’ He tried to soften his rough voice as he spoke ‘Let me see you.’

My self-consciousness faded away as soon as I saw his expression. He was looking at me like nobody ever had before. Like I was his most prized possession.

The black orbs darkened with desire.

‘You are so perfect.’ His voice sounded thicker as his gaze flicked all over me ‘You are the most tempting entity to walk this earth. You are the snake in the garden of Eden. You are also the apple.’

I bit my lip and giggled ‘I think you are only with me because I smell like apples. I know how much you love them.’

‘I only love apples because they smell like you. Because they taste like you. They remind me of you.’ He said against my earlobe.

He leaned down and cupped the back of my legs to scoop me up in his arms. I was carried to the bed in the middle of the room.

Two steps later and he laid me on the mattress. Next thing I knew he had climbed on top of me. His starvation was completely undisguised as he went back to showing my mouth attention.

My fingers found the back of his shoulders. Right where his medusa tattoo was. I found myself gripping the skin as he moved his lips to my neck.

His lips trailed over my jaw and my throat until he reached my collarbone. He sucked on the skin as I allowed my eyes to roll to the back of my head at the pleasurable torture. I panted desperately for air as he did so.

A soft moan escaped my mouth and that made him go rigid against me. The ardour became feral as a growl ripped from his chest.

When I heard the small deep groan from his chest and felt the absence of the hot air on my neck, I opened my eyes and found him staring at me as softly as I had ever seen him.

Stone gripped the bedsheets beside me as met my gaze and asked tenderly ‘Are you sure you want this?’

I bit my tongue to hold back a laugh because I felt like teasing him as I questioned ‘What if I wanted you to wait forever?’

He reached for my hand and brought it to his lips as he left a gentle kiss there ‘Then I would wait forever for you.’

It was not too fast. It had always been in the making. There had been such a build-up of emotions since had I met him that surely the release was going to be explosive.

‘I want you.’ I assured him as I smiled up at his devastatingly attractive face ‘I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I am more sure of us than any of my theories.’

Satisfied with my answer, he clutched my thigh and lowered his head to the tattoo on my thigh. Then he kissed it. He left soft kisses all over the ink, curling along the shape of the dragon’s tail.

Once he had covered every inch of the intricate details of the tattoo, he moved on to my stomach then higher to the valley of my breasts then my neck then my chin and finally he reached my lips.

The movements were slow and passionate. I was expecting passion but what surprised me was the pace.

His large hands roamed every inch of me. Every curve and crevice. Every imperfection.

He worshipped it all.

Stone still looked like a drowning man coming up for air. He appeared to be desperate, yet he took his time learning and touching every surface cell of my skin.

It was like he could not believe his luck that this is happening. That we were happening.

His lips moved against mine with a blazing passion that knocked the air out of me. The only thing I needed in the world was him. He kept me in his arms as every part of us pressed together in the most intimate of ways.

The way he touched me was so gently yet so raw and vehemently. A deep desire bound us together and wrapped us in one bundle of need.

His tongue darted out and trailed over my lip. It had me tightening my grip on his wide shoulders as I let out whimper after whimper. He then moved my hands, so they were swallowed by his large ones as he intertwined our fingers. He then pinned my arms above my head with one of his hands as the other continued to roam the rest of my body

I yearned to touch him and for him to touch me. I craved him so badly. I could not handle the heat that built up inside of me

Stone’s touch and gaze were like shackles. They kept me entrapped in a gentle prison full of love. I was imprisoned in the best way possible.

‘Mine. Mine. Mine.’ He said over and over again as his tongue flicked over my skin.

Great, I thought to myself, he had gone all caveman.

The pleasure was so out of the world that I was having trouble thinking. I could not see straight. I struggled to remember my own name; I could only sigh his.

My eyes were mostly closed at the feeling but when they were not, I caught a few glances of him. All of him. The sight was enough to make my knees feel weak.

I thought that I was going to faint. Even when I was lying down.

Stone smiled. His mouth went up fully. It was true and it was devastating.

‘I am so in love with you.’ He spoke in his gravelly tone ‘Holy fuck.’

I grinned at him, and he traced the outline of my smile with his thumb.

‘I have imagined infinite things I want to do to your beautiful little body.’ He admitted as his voice went deeper.

My body instantly grew hotter. If he was not careful then I was going to combust under his touch.

I brought his huge, calloused hand so it was laying on top of my racing heart.

‘My heart feels like it is going to explode.’ I stated, ‘I think you have stolen the air out of my lungs.’

If I went into cardiac arrest, then mouth to mouth would certainly not help. Not with his punishing kisses.

‘It is retribution.’ He replied, his voice uneven, his fingers running lines over my chest ‘That is exactly what I feel…’

A kiss later and he added, ‘When I hear your voice.’

Another Kiss.

‘When your laugh fills my ears.’

Two Kisses.

‘When you tease me.’ He continued to list.

Three Kisses.

‘When you smile.’

A trail of kisses along my jaw and he added as he sucked on the skin ‘When you are in the room.’

‘You seemed like you knew what I was thinking as soon I walked in the door.’ I peered up at him and tilted my head ‘Was it written all over my face?’

‘Yes.’ He answered with a chuckle ‘That and I am an Ella-expert.’

‘Just because I love you does not mean that you are not the most irritating person on the planet.’ I spoke as I threw my head back against the mattress as he continued to cause the ecstasy feeling on my body ‘That will never change.’

He leaned into my ear and bit the lobe. He then whispered sweet nothings against my skin which caused a ripple effect of goosebumps from my neck to the rest of my body.

‘You are infuriating as well, Medusa.’ He spoke ‘I really thought I was going to have to spell it out for you. It was so painfully obvious that I loved you. Everyone knew I was crazy for you. Except from you.’

‘Sorry.’ I said in embarrassment and then felt the need to add ‘I have been pretty slow. Are you sure you love me?’

‘Undeniably.’ He affirmed, his dark tone taking over to make it known that his word was a law ‘If you left me waiting any longer then I think I would have gone mad. I would have waited nonetheless.’

I became aware of the green walls surround us. The four surfaces cornered us and shone green across us. 

The colour was the second-best thing in the room.

His gaze was so soft as he uttered ‘I do not want to hurt you, Ella.’

‘I will be okay.’ I tried to keep my voice strong while I kissed his jaw, and I tried not to glance down at the monster looking up at me.

When a new thought made its way into my head, I announced it in the form of a moan ‘I have a theory.’

Stone hummed in response waiting for my explanation. He moved back slightly so he could see me. It was like he had to hear what I had to say and that he might have died if he did not.

‘My theory is that red is not the colour of love. It can’t be.’ I stated before telling him ‘Not when fairytale green exists.’

‘That is not a theory. That is the truth.’ He told me as he moved towards me once again.

I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his neck while wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer on top of me.

He pulled back enough to peer at my breasts. His breathing became ragged as he took in the sight of me naked. He swallowed and the large bulge at my thigh twitched.

The huge, calloused hands captured my hips in a tight grip as he leaned down and caught one of my nipples between his lips. He sucked the flesh until they were sore.

I moaned and arched my back off the mattress. I rubbed my body against the hard thick shaft against my leg.

Deep rough curses left his mouth lowly while he peppered kisses all over my collarbone and breasts.

I was going to combust. I was going to die.

Temptation and desire ran through my veins and my fingers reached out to tug at his boxers.

He groaned and thrust his hips up between my legs. The broadness of his erection was peeking out from beneath the elastic of his underwear.

Moans and groans filled the room as I tugged at the material keeping him from me.

My hands shook as I pulled down his briefs and allowed his erection to break free against his stomach.

I felt my eyes widen as I took in the humongous size of him.

I almost screamed bloody murder.

There was no way of describing the unapologetic length and breadth of him. Veins wrapped around his broadness and his sack was heavy. He was as long and as thick as my forearm, maybe even bigger. The thick black hair at the base of him seemed miles away from the tip.

He was all man.

I certainly did not mean what I said at the diner that day we visited the grave. I could not handle it.

One of his fingers was enough to fill me. Never mind his large monster that lived in his trousers.

I wanted to cry.

A small yelp left my mouth which I could not contain.

Concern filled his expression instantly and he immediately tried to pull away from me while reassuring me that we did not have to do anything I did not want to.

I put on a brave face and pulled his large body back towards mine with all my strength.

‘Ella.’ He growled, trying not to flatten me with his broad chest ‘We don’t need to do anything. This was not what tonight was about.’

Nothing could stop us. I wanted him so badly and I felt how badly he wanted me.

‘I need you now.’ I panted ‘Please.’

He gently grabbed my hips and yanked me closer so that he could position his hard sex over the seeping hole waiting for him.

A moan left me as he settled his hard shaft on my clit. He then slowly dragged the head down, parting the swollen bare lips between my legs.

I shuddered in anticipation as he gently pressed the thick head of his cock against my opening.

Stone peered down at where both our pelvis nearly met. His eyes widened and he let out a curse as he noticed the bareness of both of us.

‘Fuck, baby.’ He grumbled in realisation ‘I don’t have anything.’

I looked down and then back up at him ‘I am on the pill, and I trust that you are…’

He nodded his head, and it appeared like he wanted to add something else to the nod.

His eyes turned into a galaxy full of stars.

My core felt like it was on fire. A fire that could only be ignited by one man.

‘I want you more than I have ever wanted anything.’ He rasped out ‘You are all I have ever wanted.’

‘I want you too.’ I moaned ‘Please.’

‘I would do anything for you.’ He promised, leaving another gentlest kiss on my forehead.

I mewled and mewled as his hands squeezed and beautifully ruined every part of my skin.

His tongue dominated my tastebuds as he bucked his hips to mine. His largeness nudged my opening and demanded more room. I opened my legs to accommodate him.

The shaft slid up and down the smooth lips of my sex without breaking the entrance.

‘Valentine.’ I released breathily ‘I need you now.’

Tears pricked my eye as he notched the first few inches of his member into my wet heat. Everything went numb and All I could feel was him.

There went my sanity and my ability to move.

A tear fell from my eye when I noticed that he was hardly even a quarter in.

To the scientist wondering if a cucumber could fit into a polo mint, then the answer was a maybe. It was just painful.

Stone noticed my tears and his eyes went wide with panic.

He instantly went to pull out, but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around his back and keeping him inside of me.

His eyes fluttered for a second, but his expression remained strict as he barked ‘Ella.’

‘I just need a minute.’ I whispered, reaching up and cupping his stubbled jaw with my small hands ‘Can—Can you kiss me?’

‘Always.’ He uttered lowly.

The devouring kisses were slow and passionate. Each brush of the tongue was filled with love and lust and everything in between.

‘Just do it.’ I moaned, finally adjusted to the mere few inches ‘I want to feel all of you.’

The giant’s attention never faltered away from my face as he slowly edged himself into me. Inch after inch after inch, he made his way inside of me as far as he could.

‘I am so sorry.’ He uttered lowly, continuing to pepper kisses on my face.

Pleasure and pain filled my whole body and I screamed. I had never felt so full or so connected to someone. I had never felt anything like it.

Stone cupped my face and his thumbs wiped away the tears as I adjusted to his utterly huge size.

‘Hey, Lurch ‘ I whispered up to him, a smile pulling at my lips.

He smiled back, his black irises dilated with lust and pleasure ‘Hey Medusa.’

‘What is your favourite colour?’ I asked to change the subject.

‘Green.’ He released hoarsely from his throat ‘Fairytale Green.’

I continued talking ‘You are far too big for me.’

A few kisses later, he shut his eyes and released gutturally ‘You are far too perfect for me.’

I pouted up at him.

‘Stop looking at me like that.’ He groaned out, the black of his eyes growing and darkening.

‘Why?’ I asked, pouting even more.

‘Because this will be over before it begins.’ He growled, his voice close to breaking.

Valentine Stone looked like he was on the brink of sanity. He appeared on the edge of control. Lust was about to overtake him and if he was not careful then he was going to lose all semblance of control.

A few minutes later, I kissed his jaw and whispered, ‘You can move.’

He rocked against me slowly. He was so gigantic that he managed to fill me to the brim and hit the bundle of pleasure nerves at the same time.

I grabbed his large hand and placed it on part of my stomach ‘You are in here.’

‘Baby.’ He murmured, his voice rumbling through my body.

Never mind my stomach, Stone’s cock was inside my brain. Figuratively and probably literary. He was turning all my thoughts to mush.

The slow pace was perfect and wonderfully euphoric, yet I could tell he was trying to control himself for me.

His forearms were strained, the veins running up them were popping out. His jaw was gritted as he continued to keep a soft easy pace. He was trying so hard to be sweet and gentle with me but I could tell his restraint was limited.

I swallowed back a moan so that I could reach out and cup his rugged jaw.

He swallowed hard as he looked down at me with his dark irises and dilated pupils.

‘Don’t hold back.’ I sobbed ‘I want you rough.’

‘Ella.’ He released hoarsely, his control slowly disappearing.

Fire raced over my skin. A tickle formed between my thighs. His cock was reaching a sensitive and undiscovered place inside of me while also stimulating the small bundle of nerves.

‘I know you want to fuck me harder than this, Valentine.’ I whispered up to him.

The control in him snapped. It was gone.

He grabbed my waist, his curled fingers digging into my soft flesh as he yanked me into him. I reached up and grabbed onto his shoulders as he did so.

I braced myself as he pulled my hips up, about to hit even deeper. I was ready for it. My control had disappeared too.

I wanted it raw and rough. I wanted him unrestrained and untamed. I wanted every part of him that he felt he had to hold back from me.

‘You want to get fucked by your man?’ He growled.

I let out a small whine as I nodded my head. I glanced at his flexed broad chest before meeting his eye.

The time for holding back was over because Stone thrusted into me quickly and harshly. He held my hips possessively while he dove into me again and again and again.

‘Oh.’ I moaned as he thrusted his big cock deeper while raising my hips higher.

He pulled back out and then slammed back in. Again, and again. His pace was ruthless.

‘Fuck baby.’ The man inside me grunted ‘You are so fucking tight.’

I screamed each time he entered me. The pain was replaced with pleasure and the tears became full of ecstasy.

‘You are griping me so tight.’ He rasped out, never once stopping his wonderfully brutal thrusts ‘Like you never want me to leave.’

‘I don’t.’ I whimpered through my cries of pleasure.

He went savage. He went like a wild animal when he fucked. He growled and groaned and told me how much I was his as he did so. He claimed me like a wild beast while delving into me again and again in a rapid pace.

With his inhumane black eyes of lust and his large, tattooed build, he looked like a mountain man with only one goal and that was to be inside me for the rest of his life.

His mouth moved from my ear to my neck to my throat. He sucked every inch of skin that arrived in his path while his hard pelvis smaller into my aching clit with every powerful thrust.

I was so close. I moved my hands off his arms and gripped onto the bedsheets at the side of my head.

Stone pounded his cock into me, his pelvis slammed into my clit and my whole body erupted.

I screamed his name as the unrelenting squeezing inside of me bursts and I let myself go all over him. I was swallowed in the sensation.

I was drowning in the pleasure and Stone never stopped once.

My eyes watered. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He slowed his pace while he left a gentle kiss on my mouth ‘Are you okay, Medusa?’

I nodded, my eyes remaining closed ‘Never better.’

His stubbled tickled my skin as he moved his mouth to my ear so that he could whisper ‘Am I hurting your little pussy?’

‘I love it.’ I gasped the words out ‘Don’t stop.’

My words encourage him to continue.

I was dazed with euphoria as he sped up and continued his relentless pace. He drove his thick length into me while I was most sensitive and made ecstasy shoot through my body. My toes curled and my hands tightened around the sheets.

Stone kept his mouth at my ear as he rasped out happily ‘You like my cock.’

‘Yes!’

I felt my walls trying to trap him inside me. I felt myself grip him tight.

‘I have been keeping it for you.’ He exhaled his words out strenuously as he pressed his forehead against mine for a second or two ‘It is all yours.’

I smiled up at him because I was too dazed in pleasure to make out what he was saying.

‘My Little Medusa is so needy.’ He grumbled while continuing to worship my body with his hands while he slammed into me faster ‘Only needy for me.’

I whined in agreement while shutting my eyes and gripping the sheets at either side of me harder.

‘Keep your eyes on me.’ He growled out, nudging into my channel viciously.

Instantly, I opened my eyes and kept my gaze centred on him while I moved my hands and held onto him.

I feared I would go through the wall at how fast he was fucking me. The bed was not going to be able to handle his strength. The bed did not just creak. It screamed beneath us and threatened to break.

Stone leant down and kept his mouth at my ear. He whispered the most primal and most territorial things to me while he roughened and quickened his pace.

He was a beast of a man, and he was all mine.

I fell in love with all of him in that moment. I loved him when he was gentle and sweet. I loved him when he was wild and crude.

Our eyes locked. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and he could see the need in mine. His hands roamed to my ass as he lifted me up and angled himself deeper into me.

He hit the spot repeatedly as he pounded brutally into me.

I loved him barbaric. I loved him in control and when he did not hold back.

My whimpers told him to keep going at that angle. To keep delivering at the same pace and the same ferocity.

He groaned a masculine noise as he poked at the nought that was about to be pulled for the both of us.

‘I love you.’ I moaned.

His face buried into my neck, and he told me gruffly ‘I love you more than fucking anything.’

My mouth formed an o-shape. I palmed his chest as I let go again. I could no longer hold it. My flesh vibrated and rippled around him. I writhed underneath him as my vision went unclear. He became a blur of stars and colours.

‘Stone. Stone. Stone.’

Hearing his name from my lips turned on something in him. He went more animalistic and never spoke a word as he growled while throttling into me. It was like touching me flipped some primal switch inside of him and he went more commanding.

With a hoarse roar, his thickness invaded all available space within me.

Him drilling at such a pace into my snug channel was enough to have it convulsing with need.

Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me. I had lost count as he continued his sweet attack on my body.

Sweat covered the both of us in beads as we continued in our own little bubble of pleasure.

I did not think I would ever get used to the savagery of his thrusts.

The bottom of his spine twisted, and he bucked into me for a final time. It was so powerful that I levitated in the air for a split second.

‘Fuck.’ He ground out, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the tiny room. ‘You are mine.’

He spoke even more like a caveman when he was turned on.

I dug my nails into his back while I whined for more. I scratched his back in an attempt to grab onto something as I wiggled underneath him.

‘That make you hot, baby?’ He grunted, rattling the headboard behind us ‘Knowing that I own you. That you belong to me.’

I screamed so loud that the whole of California must have heard it.

Nothing would be the same again. Not when I had reached nirvana. Not when I felt like I had learned the secret of the universe.

Stone found his high and slammed against me for the final time. He collapsed onto of me but made sure not to squish me. He began to kiss my neck and suck the skin between his teeth. He acted like he was not even tired.

I panted and panted, unable to breathe ‘I think you have ruined me.’

None of my limbs were working. My bones were numb, and my spirit was away in the clouds.

‘You have ruined me.’ The gravelly rough voice argued ‘How am I meant to do anything when all I can think about is your sexy little body?’

I could not move. I watched my chest move up and down as I blew a strand of green hair away that had stuck to my face.

His rough calloused hands cupped my face as he stroked his thumbs across my cheek.

‘You are going to fall asleep with my dick inside you like this.’ He rasped out while leaving kisses across my face ‘You are going to wake up to my cock sliding in and out of you. You are not even going to be able to eat without me trying to rip your panties off and bury my face between your thighs. You are going to tell me all your crazy theories while I hold you in my arms. You are going to gift me that big, beautiful smile of yours after every time I have pleasured you.’

I could not feel anything apart from my flustered face, my huge grin and the tingles that were returning between my legs.

‘I am going to fuck you every second of every day.’ He released throatily as he pressed his lips against my hair.

A giggle left me as I teased ‘I have created a monster.’

‘You have no idea, Medusa.’

Stone rolled off me but instantly picked me up and placed me on his chest. I rested the side of my head against his racing heart so that I could hear his as well as mine.

He trailed kisses along my jaw and ran his hand though my green hair as he smiled down at me.

‘Lurch?’ I quietly spoke.

His hum in response was deep and throaty.

‘Can we do that again?’ I asked while sending him a faux innocent look.

I was already not going to be able to walk the next day. Might as well go big or go home.

A chuckle vibrated off his chest and into me.

Once again, he was inside me and I was reaching for orgasm two hundred. At this point, I did not think the number was an exaggeration.

My fingers went through his hair as entered me again and I moaned out suggestively ‘Is the green walls dry yet?’

Stone pulled back and smirked lazily at me ‘There is nobody like you, Drizella Miller.’

I smiled at him. It was full of lust and love.

‘You are never leaving this fucking bed again.’ He gnarled before picking me up, both of us still connected.

The night passed with the two of us in a bubble of euphoria with our legs and arms and everything else intertwined together.

Nothing else mattered.

The love echoed through the walls.

That one French phrase came to mind and this time it was in the right context. Yet even the idea of a little death seemed too weak to describe what we shared as the dark hours turned to light.

It was us and it was perfect.