Chapter 343 - Don't You Have Enough Stamina?***
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT ADVISABLE FOR AGEs 17 AND BELOW. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
"Tonight, I'm all yours."
"Not just tonight." He brushed the tip of his nose against mine, tilting his head. "You are trapped with me... forever."
His words cut me through me like a knife, but I still smiled, accepting his lips with eyes closed. I guessed he was right.. Letting go of this delusion would kill me. I barely survived his death and knew that this person was simply giving me a taste of Sam. I couldn't just go back again.
"I love you, Lilou. More than my own, I love you," he whispered into my mouth, resting his forehead against mine. "So live for me, will you?"
Tears pooled behind my eyelids, clutching his shoulder until my hand trembled. How could he speak the same words Sam had uttered that were exclusively for my ears to hear?
"Please tell me you are Sam. That everything was just a bad dream and I'm finally back to reality." Slowly, I opened my eyes, but I could barely see through the tears that were spilling from my eyes.
"I am, Love. I am your husband." He stroked my hair, planting desperate kisses on my lips. "I am back. It's really me... please believe me. It's me, Lilou."
He kept planting kisses on my lips until drops of liquid dripped on me. He was crying? Sam would never cry... but maybe there was more I hadn't seen from him.
"Yes, you are." Those were a spell that bound me to believe he was Sam. "You are you." He should be Sam and keep being Sam until I was six feet underneath his feet.
Our brief kisses slowly deepened as he cradled me in his firm arms while I wrapped my arms around him. The thought of 'delusion' slowly disappeared from my head, as I completely believed this would be my reality from now on.
A reality that only I need to believe. Sam was alive and back to me. That was right.
His palm outlined my body down to my hips and thigh, squeezing it as he lifted my thigh. He didn't break his kiss from me, but instead, deepened it.
"Mine," he whispered in between the breaks of our lips, feeling his bulge against my entrance.? A soft hum slipped past my lips and closed one of my eyes as he planted a kiss on it.
"Don't cry. I won't hurt you again," he said, stroking his erection against the heart of my core. "I'll be gentle."
"Mhm, please." I smiled, pulling him tighter into my embrace until I could feel more of his weight.
Slowly and carefully, he slid in while I stretched for his girth. A hiss of satisfaction escaped our lips as he dived deeper until he was fully inside.
"Does it hurt?" he inquired, staring down at me with worry. The anxiety in his eyes caused me to smile as I shook my head as an answer.
"No. It's alright, you worry too much."
"That is because I might lose control, silly." He kissed my lips once again before he started moving, slowly and carefully. "I want to please you, and not hurt you. So, tell me if you feel any discomfort, hmm?"
"Too gentle." I giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. "I will, then."
"Good girl."
Sam started thrusting in and out slowly until I was fully adjusted to his girth. He hastened his pace just a tiny bit, while I felt his shoulders trembled.
"Don't you have enough stamina?" I blurted out, making him freeze instantly. He drew away, looking at me in dismay.
I pursed my lips. "I — I didn't mean it that way like that. I'm not trying to insult you, I'm just worried."
"Do you have any idea how I am trying to stay sane while I can feel you tighten around me?" his voice was deep, breathing through his mouth. "I'm taking it slow because if I don't, I might just..."
My breath instantly hitched as he nudged in without notice. I panted for air, staring at those pair of deep crimson eyes that were hovering over me. He was studying my reaction and when he noticed I didn't dislike his rough action, he did it again.
"Ah, Sam --" I instinctively clasped his shoulder blades, but he bent over, thrusting the rest of my words back in my throat.
A protesting moan slipped past my lips and into his mouth, but he didn't stop. Instead, he continued to pick up his pace. The sheet underneath me rubbed against my back as our skin slapped against each other.
Sweat dripping, heat arising, and mind buzzing. We kissed as if we were sucking each other's soul and united as if his body were mine, and mine was his. Even when he went a little rough and aggressive, holding me tightly as if he was afraid that I would go somewhere, I let him.
His passion and desperation condensed into one left a memory in my soul. I didn't feel like he was fucking me. Surprisingly, I felt loved... beautiful, complete.
"I love you," I claimed under my breath, staring deep into his eyes and watched him bent over.
"More than the world, I love you." He asserted, claiming my lips once again. "I love you, Lilou, I love you."
Those words he had repeated like a broken record sounded more like music to my ears. His hot, heavy breaths caressed my ears, while I arched my back, squirming underneath him.
"Oh, Sam..." and just a few more thrusts, all that I had accumulated for eight months, gushed out like a river. I throb around him, shivering under his firm body. He didn't stop, though.
Instead, I heard him hiss as he seemingly lost control, and pounded even more intensely until he let out a grunt. He held me closer as I felt him pulsate, jerking inside while biting my shoulder.
"You are amazing," he whispered, kissing my shoulder as if to placate me.
"No, you are." I giggled, turning my head to him as we kissed ardently while he didn't pull out.
We kissed for as long as I could remember until I snapped my eyes upon feeling his hips move again. Instinctively, I pushed his shoulder away and broke away from his kiss.
"Excuse me?" My brows raised, but that didn't faze him as he continued.
A devious smirk plastered on his lips. "I'm sorry, but that didn't even hurt my stamina."
And I knew at that moment, no one could stop him.
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