Chapter 53
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“Is that why you called me? Is that what you want to talked about?” There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Then what other reason should I have?” I asked in confusion.
I don't understand why he got mad at me.
I have obviously tried my best to make everyone happy. With just one word from me, Jackson can capture Flora and tear her apart. But instead of doing that, I took on all the pain alone, just because I respected their damn matebond！
But Kylian obviously didn't realize my efforts. He let out an exasperated breath. “I thought you called me out for a date. Didn’t we agreed to give each other a chance? Isn’t that why you’re here?”
A date？
I turned my head, looking at him, who’s well dressed, and the well-prepared dishes in front of me. The entire garden was cleaned as well. The grasses were trimmed and so were the other plants.
I finally saw that he misunderstood my call last night.
My mood suddenly changed from anger to guilt, especially seeing all of these around me and his expression. He had prepared so much, but what waited for him was my hurting words.
I'm sorry, Kylian.
But… I still believe that it would be mutually beneficial for us to have a quick and clean resolution to this complicated relationship we have, even if we both may be sad.
Our reason from the very beginning was different. I came here to fastened our divorce and not to make up with him.
I forced myself to open my mouth and start saying,“Kylian, we’re already over. And besides, shouldn’t you be thankful with me instead? I told you where Flora is. Now that Flora is–”
“Flora! Flora! Flora! How many times should you repeat her name? She’s already gone from our lives. I kicked her out! Why must you dig on that past over and over again? I told you, I love you and you alone. Why do you always have to push me to her?”
I was dumbfounded. It seemed like I finally pushed his button way passed his limits. His jaws were clenched and his hands were fisted on his side.
He was fuming mad. But what a coincidence, so did I.
With a bitter smile, I replied in a calmest but deadly tone I could muster, “Why I dig on that past? Because it’s what caused everything! Her coming back into YOUR life, and YOU disregarding me like a fucking trash!”
Like a boiling volcano, I finally exploded.
All my angsts and abbreviation which I tried hard to hide suddenly resurfaced at this moment.
“Della…” he tried to talk to me in a soft ton, but that angered me even more.
My chin quiver as tears started to dwell in my eyes.
“You say you love me? Bullshit! If you do, why hurt me this bad? Why did you do all of that, huh?”
I was too angry that my mind could no longer filter out all my emotions. I just wanted it all out.
I stood up and slammed both my hands on the table, making the utensils and some of dishes to spill. The carefully prepared vase broke and the candlelight dinner turned into a mess. But I don't care!
He stood up as well. He tried to get near me but I instantly avoided his touch as if I’ll be burned if he suceed.
Hurt flashed before his eyes, but I was too engulf with my own pain that I couldn’t care less by his changed of emotions.
His hands dejectedly swang back to his side as he looked at me with troubled eyes. “I regret it. I was so foolish back then and I thought that I was doing the right thing. And before I knew it, I already lost the most important thing in my life – your love.”
“I. Love. You. Della. You’re my Luna, and will forever be my Luna,” he said word per word as he slowly took small steps closer to me as if I was some ranging beast that he needed to be that cautious.
“Love… Is that enough to forgive? To forget? To let go? You have no idea what I need!” I asked one after another, finally breaking down.
All the tears I was withholding for years streamed down at this moment. My hards were shaking with various emotions that I couldn’t even wipe my tears dry.
It’s as if my entire body brokedown. He love me… and maybe I still do a bit. He said he loves me, but he has no way to resist or resolve the matebond between him and Flora! With all the uncertainty ahead and all the scars engraved in my heart, how could I dare risk again.
“Let’s get divorce. Sign–” Before I could finish my words, as fast as the wind, he was suddenly in front of me and his lips collided with mine.
One of his arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand was on the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him.
Suddenly, in the middle of that kiss, rain poured down from the sky and onto our heads.
I was about to separate from him, when he only held me closer to him. With his arm still wrapped around my waist, he pulled me with him towards the flower room.
Under the cold mists of the rain, he leaned me against the wall and passionately give me a kiss.
Pulling apart from each other, with our bodies still touching, he intently looked at me in the eyes, “I’ll never let you go again.”
Not giving me a second to respond, he pulled me over to the couch where he gently laid me down with his another arm on the back of the couch for support as to not squeeze.
His hand slowly slid under my shirt, caressing my stomach, which instantly gave me butterflies. And he kissed me again.
I was stunned. I raised my arms to his chest, trying to push him, but I was too weak at this moment.
His touch and kiss are stunning and completely shocks me.
I knew I should stop it but my heart beat furiously in my chest and my skin tingle by his close proximity. "Kylian-"
What the hell was I doing just standing here and not pushing him away?!
"Shut up." Kylian's face suddenly loses all emotion and gets colder. His stormy eyes pierced through mine.
I gasp, my heart leaping as he presses his lower body closer to me. And then I feel it. That hardness, brushing against my inner thigh.
He was hard as a rock. So hard that it would seem as though he was like that for more than a few seconds.
I gasped again at the feel of his hardness brushing against my inner thigh. But my actions only had him thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
When our tongues made contact, we both shuddered and I moaned. This was wrong. So so wrong.
I decided to divorce him and I was letting him kiss me?!
His tongue slid against mine and he growls in his throat. His hands that had captured my wrists, let them go only to settle on my bottom and tugged me closer to him until the dress I wore rode up and until his hardness brushed against my core.
I gasped and trembled at the powerful feeling that he invoked inside me. My hands were free to push him, they were, but I used them to grab a hold of his shirt, fist them in my hand and pull him closer to me.
I shouldn't like this. I really shouldn't. We need to stop.
"We can't- we should sto-
His's grip on my bottom turns firm and he pulls me impossibly closer to him until his hardness was no longer just a brush on my core, but until I could actually feel his entire length.
Then one of his hands leaves my bottom, almost reluctantly only to tickle its way to my pussy.
I began to pant, my breathing coming in short puffs. My mind goes hazy when I feel Aiden's fingers brushing my core. He presses on my pussy, groaning loudly. But you can't blame me. He hadn't had sex with me in years and I couldn't resist.
"See? You're wet. So fucking wet. You still love me, my finger and my dick." He groans, ripping his mouth away from mine and moving his body slightly away so that when he looked between us, he'd get a perfect view of his hand on my pussy.
With him moving his finger, I shuddered.
He stared at my eyes, quickened his movements, my thighs shook. The pleasure that courses through me was too powerful. He kept moving until I could no longer take the torture and my body gave up.
I threw my palm over my mouth as a scream tore from my throat. My body convulses and my pussy weeps as it contracts and releases.
I was drowning with pleasure when my phone, which was dropped on the floor beside us, suddenly rang.
Gasping and twisting my neck on the side, I read Jackson’s name on the screen. I didn’t know why he was calling, but it wasn’t the right time.
Reaching out, I was about to declined the call when my phone was snatched by Kylian.
“Hang up!” I screamed but he still answered the call and dropped it where it originally was. I could vaguely hear Jackson’s voice as he called me, but I dare not say anything.
I tried to withhold my voice, fearing to be heard, but Kylian seemed to not have the same worries as he entered me slowerly.
"Keep your voice down, don't let your lover Jackson hear your damn moans."
Oh fuck.
