Chapter Twenty-five

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Ace:

She's so beautiful.

As soon as we – Anna and I are out of Callista's apartment, I rush her to my car, a black Audi R8.

We are currently on the way to her apartment, a very short drive, but within this I can't keep my eyes, mouth, hands to myself. Well, you ask, how?

The car is at automation and if I wasn't some control freak, I would've fucked her right now.

I quickly park at Anna's, lock the car, stuff my keys in my back pocket and carry Anna bridal style to her apartment.

Her laughs echo through the stairs.

Her eyes glimmering of vibrant green with specks of blue. She has the most capturing color for eyes and not to mention, her smile is infectious.

"You're beautiful." She tightens her arms around me tightly, resting her head in the crook of my neck.

Well, she's flaming hot. And now, her face too is reddening by each second.

I laugh. "Seriously."

I put her down and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Seeing her flaming face, her full lips, her curvaceous physique, I instantly harden.

Simply, I want her now.

"Babe, open the door." I murmur, smiling.

She blinks, breaking her daze from the staring contest. She smiles back and quickly unlocks the door.

Discarding her coat, she stands in the middle of the living room in her tight-skinned jeans and a shirt. Her heels are still attached to her feet, increasing her dwarf height. At least compared to Calli.

I stare right into her green eyes, unwavering and smile wickedly.

Closing the door with my foot, I lock it somehow and stride fast but swiftly to her.

Our shared kiss every day, just becomes more and more wonderful. But today, it's filled with so love, passion, a bit anger, hunger, lust and what not. In all, every emotions is poured onto it.

I kiss her lips slowly, savoring her sweetness, while she gives me free access to her mouth. Her mouth always tastes like honey and apples. If it wasn't her, I wouldn't have known, how damn this two taste.

But only when I am in her mouth.

Her hands move in my hair, tugging it. I growl, unable to control my hardness, my lust.

Fuck! I really want to make love to her.

I move down to her neck, her collarbones, and her bosoms and kiss them in turn. Her moans fill the apartment, reliving the pleasure I'm giving her and myself, as well.

My mouth attacks her again, while unbutton her shirt, delicately. Her bra falls next, leaving her ample breasts free.

I push her against the wall, savaging her. Her breasts seems like a wonderful feast to me but I remember my promise.

I will make love to her, I want to. Not fuck her, like she's isn't my girl.

Her moans echo in the empty apartment, her long legs wrap around my waist and I barely have any control. I swiftly hold her up, kissing ravenously, and take her to the bedroom, my mouth always on her.

"Macen... Ah…" I bit on her sweet spot, just between her collarbones and neck.

"Yes?" I smile onto her neck.

"You know what you're doing." She moans, her back arching.

Her breasts come as an invitation to my mouth, but I somehow control myself.

I enter her bedroom, my mouth still on her.

Putting her delicately on the bed, I switch on the bedside lamp, my eyes on her green ones. I smile softly at her, before pulling my t-shirt over my head.

It's cold, but the heat in the apartment, mingling with the warmth and radiance from Anna, makes me barely register that it's still winter.

Her green eyes, with those specks of incredible blue, darkens and I am quite sure, mine are the same.

We are still clothed from our hips, our jeans not discarded, that's why, I lean onto her. My knees between her legs, that I slightly part, with my hands.

"You're so soft, always." I smile softly at her. "Sex's always better with you."

She grins, "We had sex, before, Ace." She giggles.

"That was just fucking, Anastasia." I smile, whispering as if some more sound, will break the magical atmosphere.

"Then?" She asks quizzically. "What's this?"

"This is love." I smile.

Swiftly, I capture her mouth onto mine, my arms at her side. I'm hovering over her, but still somehow, leaning on the kiss.

I again smile softly at her, peppering feather kisses on her jaw, neck, collarbones and slowly, travelling down her breasts. I kiss everywhere on her breasts, avoiding her nipples, each time. Her squirming proves she's impatient.

"Macenth!" She whines, making me laugh.

"Shh." I whisper, now trailing soft kisses, down her ribcage and her hipbones.

I look up at her, smiling. Her smile is so fucking beautiful, that I'm ecstatic.

I keep my gaze steady, slowly, unbuttoning her jeans. Her panties go along with her jeans, down her long legs. I discard them, somewhere, in the room.

When Anastasia is in front of me, I barely have my mind straight.

"I love you." I whisper in the dim light, seeping through the bedside lamp.

"I love you." She smiles, her eyes radiant.

I kiss her on the collarbones, and move down to her breasts.

She lies in front of me, naked, in all her beauty.

I grin at her hearing those words, which makes my heart explode with joy. Heath comes in my mind, but I quickly wipe the thought, because, today I want to give Anna all of myself.

Before she can move, to adjust or simply say anything, I suck on her nipples, rolling it with my tongue.

Her nearly pink nipples are erect with the pleasure, unfulfilled, yet. I lick them, suck them, my tongue sweeping on therm. Once my mouth captures her left nipple, while the right ones are caressed by my fingers.

"Mmm…" Anna moans, tugging my hair and arching her back.

I fondle her breasts, biting on her soft skin, around and on her breast.

"You're so beautiful." I mumble, breathily on her skin.

A shiver runs down her body as her moans won't stop.

"I can't control." A growl escapes from my chest.

"Me too." She giggles, still squirming. "What are we waiting for?"

I wink, quickly discarding my jeans on the floor. She's on birth control, I know, so, ' No to Condoms '. Her eyes widen like before, we had sex.

"You're blushing." I smile.

She laughs, touching her flaming cheeks, obviously to minimize the blush.

I part her legs slightly, kneeling between her legs. I lean forward, my face between her legs.

"You're like honey and apples. So, sweet." I whisper on her intimacy, earning a shiver in return.

"A-Appl-Apples?" She moans her incoherent words.

"Yes." I whisper, earning the same response.

I smell her, licking slowly through her slick folds. Making it wet, I lick her clit, bite on it, softly ravaging her.

"So wet…" I whisper.

She moans, shivers, and squirms until I can't control myself.

Without teasing, for the first time, in my whole existence, I enter into her, through her slick folds.

"Ah!" She moans.

I slowly ease myself into her, for once, not just fucking.

My hardened dick contacts with her vagina lips, and my balls slapping softly against her flesh. The sounds echoing, in the dim light. My arms go beside her head while my dick slaps onto her.

I kiss her, fervently.

Her nails scratch against my back, hardening her grip, she screams my name, over and over again.

I mumble. "You're beautiful, My Love." I kiss her jaw and her whole upper part.

After we both release ourselves together, due to the pleasure, I kiss her again, everywhere.

"It's midnight." Anna mumbles, smiling, but her voice gives her away.

I lie beside her, wrapping my arms around her and kiss her hair and forehead. I then kiss her eyelids, which are drooping from the intense lovemaking we had.

"Sleep, beautiful." I murmur, tightening my grip around her.

She smiles, before her eyes close. Her after sex glow, clearly visible on her face. Her eyes are shining and she still smells the same, just the addition of my cologne and sex.

"I love you." I whisper before sleeping, a smile lingering.

***

Calli:

Ace just exited my apartment, giving me false hopes.

I don't want to cry but I know, if I don't cry soon, my heart will get exploded.

You know the feeling? When the man you love, kisses your best friend, more like force himself?

It is pure fucking joy seeing that. Sarcasm isn't in my mood now, but I can barely help myself.

Actually, it feels like my heart is ripping, splitting and tearing into two, whose soul purpose is Heath. I want to think what the fuck just happened, a few moments ago, but I just want some confinement.

I push myself up from the wall, furiously blinking back my tears.

I look around me and give a forced, almost pained smile to Chris. He pushes himself from the wall and stands beside him, hugging me and rubbing my back.

Don't cry, Callista. Don't be pathetic.

At these times, I am grateful that I've a brother, still alive. I hug him back, a pained smile on my face.

You'll be alright, girl.

I pull back and give a pained smile to Rose, who gives me a guilty smile. It is not her fault that her brother's a dick, but I guess, if Chris did the same, I would be guilty too.

You're a fool to hope… to love.

I look around, to see Heath standing at the same spot, where minutes ago, I punched him. A bruise not adorns his face, which makes me slightly concerned.

He kissed Anna. And you love him. How more fucked up can this get?

I push my thoughts away for a while and paced to the bathroom, bringing out the first aid box to the living room.

Why do you have to be so damn good?

I shake my head to clear my head. I know, he just hurt me, but I'm not him. I roughly grip his arm - ignoring how good it feels under my hand – and make him sit on the couch.

Leave him. Forget him. Ignore him.

The logical voice says in my head, but I already deeply tangled in his feelings, that I can't but help himself, even with his flaws and mistakes.

I put some antiseptic on a slightly wet cotton. Avoiding his burning gaze, which are on me, I dab the cotton on his cheek, where I punched him, moments ago.

Avoiding all my rational and logical thoughts, even his gaze and Chris and Rose, I clean his bruise and get up after a few minutes.

I throw the cotton in the thrash and head towards my bedroom. Closing it with a loud thud, I pull out my iPhone and my headset. And then, connecting them, I lay on my pillows.

I'm too angry to even cry, maybe.

I know, I'm hurt but I won't cry, not for him and not for anyone, again.

'Like That' by Bea Miller is playing and to diverge my thoughts to become more angry or hurt, I sing the lyrics, cutting every possible sound from the outside as well as inside.

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Why you wanna see me bleed?

Why you watch me fall apart?

Try to find the worst in me,

But I won't follow you into the dark…

~'~

I smile to myself.

How some lyrics are made for the perfect situations? I don't know but I'm glad there are these songs, which mean exactly the way I feel, now.

Knock!

I pull out my headset from my ears, slowly, to know, if I heard correctly.

Knock!

"Who?"

"It's me! Rose!"

I get up and open the door.

She hugs me and whispers in my ear, rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry, Calli. He's a jerk, don't bother." She pulls back and smiles, softly.

I give a nervous laugh and a pained smile follows, next.

"I know. Leave it."

She rubs her three months pregnant belly, dramatically. It wasn't prominent, yet, but it'll be soon.

I raise my eyebrows at her antics.

"This baby wants her aunt to be happy and wants to eat lots of ice cream." She rubs her belly, grinning.

I laugh. "What are you implying?"

"Let's go shopping tomorrow." She winks and exits my room, not even waiting for any reply.

I again lay in the bed, this time, smiling, Heath for a moment forgotten.

I have to admit. Chris and Rose have more similarities than usual. And that's why I love having a sis-in-law. She instantly makes me happy.

I plug onto my headset once again, but not to listen to sad and meaningful songs. Instead I put on 'Corny' by Rema, on my phone and close my eyes, listening to the beats.