Still Love Me

There was a horrible silence crashing her heart every passing second. She could see the darkness on his face as he stood up, cursed and left the room.

Cassey curled into a small ball holding her knees and soaking her clothes with tears that never seemed to stop since she had returned.

…

Tyrone cursed, he walked straight to his office and threw the vase on the ground.

The crashing sound filled with the sound in his mind throbbing his head.

He loved her! Ha! She was like air to him. He had lived by looking at her face.

He still remembers standing in front of the cloth shop for hours before finding a proper reason to enter.

Being stared at by all the women working there. Buying clothes for the ladies of the whole empire calling them sisters in the process.

Their shocking faces and curses. Laughter of his colleagues. But he did not care, as long as he could see her once more.

He remembered asking her dinner with the pretense of needing her assistance for buying a wedding gift.

But when she agreed at once, he felt anger rising to his chest.

He was crazy for her. But now.. He could not love her anymore. But why the hell it affected him so much when her back quivers and tears started to fill those big green eyes. Why in the world did he still? He punched the wall to get rid of that feeling but it only increased in his heart, like a dark cloud covering the moon for eternity.

...

Cassey felt warmth around her when she stirred in her sleep. She could not believe that slept after he left her in such a miserable state. She had thought she was going to cry all night like before.

But more than that.. Did he not leave last night?

Then why was her head pressed in his bare chest and his warm arms were holding her as if she was precious to him.

She could hear his steady heartbeat and soft sound of his breathing. He was still asleep. Her legs were wrapped around his thighs. They were looking just like they used to be when they were recently married.

It took her a few seconds to accept that it was not her wishful dream. Even when she stirred in his arms, he did not move but when she tried to wriggle out, his arms tighten around her possessively.

She should have pushed him away after what happened last nougat but she only buried herself closer, feeling secure and protected.

Yes, he neve said that he loved her but he did not arrest her or put her in prison even when he thought she was a criminal.

He did not assure her last night, but he was here holding her in his arms as if she was precious to him. Maybe her thoughts were twisted like her reality, but she did not care.

She was in his arms, where she belonged.

She tried to move her hands for his face, touching his cheeks covered with stubble. She could feel him stir but he did not let her go as she had thought.

In fact, his hands held her back tightly. The grip was so strong that she felt it would break her apart. It was not the gentle touch she had remembered in her dream yet she accepted. It was Tyroone after all, the one she loved with all her existence.

He held her chin tightly and kissed her. The kiss was harsh like before. The touch felt the violent caress of a beast but she still learned as if she wanted to show her submission.

That relaxed him somehow and his grip loosened a bit. But the kiss was still demanding.

He pushed her on the bed until she lay flat on the mattress while he was sitting between her spread legs.

His knees pressing her private parts and his hands on both sides of her cheeks.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer, enjoying the harsh and demanding touch as it still reminded her of the past.

She tried to see her face but the curtains were still closed and she was not sure about his expressions. But whenever she tried to move, his kiss turned more ruthless as if he was trying to punish her defiance.

Still she denied him nothing. She did not struggle to get away but accepted his worries, his insecurities with her unconditional love and support.

Slowly his kiss and his touch softened and turned into the desperate need and hunger she had felt too.

It had been ages since they had last shared intimacy. She could feel the friction down there and started to feel wet instantly.

She moaned under his lips when his tongue entered her, almost melting her. As if these two years had never come, she had never been apart from him.

He felt like the Tyrone she knew and the touch almost left her in heaven where she used to live. She moved her hands to his back, slowly and reached for his chest when he let go of her lips and sucked in a deep breath.

"You still can not take breaths while kissing!" she laughed at the sudden discovery when he stilled.

"And you are still.. Nothing is the same Cassey! You changed, and it changed everything between us." he cursed as he stood up.

Before she could hold his hands and tell him that nothing had changed. She was still his Cassandra, he opened the curtains and took their daughter in his arms.

"I will take a Penny for the bath. You can rest more if I have disturbed your sleep." She stood up abruptly as she was getting tired of this chase and ran to block his way.

She looked into his eyes that were filled with hatred, more than she could have ever imagined.

"No matter what you said, i know that you loved me and you still love me Tyrone Grymoire."