LOGINAuthor's POV
"Egon_"
She nervously looked around, anyone could easily walk in.
"Eyes on me, my love!"
He grabbed her chin and touched her lips with his. He didn't kiss her; their lips were just feeling each other.
Her bikini bottoms were hanging on her thick thighs, she clenched her legs together as it became hard to avoid his heated gaze.
"Now tell me like a good girl, who do you belong to?"
She could feel his voice travelling to her core.
She moved against him, the soft fabric of his suit caressing her skin, and for a reason, the feeling of it against her skin made her throb in need.
"Say it or else you will be in trouble."
He smirked while whispering huskily in her ears.
Her words were stuck in her throat because her body was doing weird things to her.
"My little vixen!"
He turned her around and she groaned against the wall. Her naked round ass was against his crotch, thankful that he was dressed.
She sucked in a breath when his hand caressed her butt and slapped it. She jerked with the moan.
"Loving it, aren't you?"
He squeezed and slapped it again, making it sting pleasurably.
"Egon"
She moaned, scratching her nails on the wall.
"That's right, you belong to Egon!"
He jerked her back and let her feel how hard he is. She could feel him on her butt like a rock.
She tried to turn around, but he didn't let her; instead, his fingers slid under her top and flicked her nipples, making her flinch.
She threw her head on his shoulder, surrendering herself to him. His hands travelled on her body like he owns it. He was worshipping it, each and every corner was admired by him.
His lips loved her neck while his hand travelled down to her clit, which was dripping wet.
"Fuck!"
He cursed as his fingers dived in warm juices.
Emerald gasped when his thick finger caressed her down there, she could feel her body jolting up with the feeling. She didn't know that it felt like this.
Her legs clenched together and he spread them apart, getting more access. She was turning into jelly when he circled her clit, flicked it with his fingers and rubbed it skillfully.
"Fuck!"
She grabbed his arm, and he was holding her up in his embrace.
Her mouth dropped open when he inserted a finger inside her. She moaned when he curled it inside her.
She could feel her body coming to the edge. He pumped his thick finger in and out and she clenched her thighs together, letting herself go with the moan and jolt.
Egon finger fucked her through her orgasm while she was gasping for breath, struggling to hold on to him. She finally fell limp on his chest, giving her authority to him.
They heard someone's footstep so Egon carried her to her room before anyone could witness their steamy act.
He cleaned her in the room after placing her on the bed.
"You are a monster!"
She complained and he chuckled.
"Now take a nap like a good girl... You are tired!"
He pecked her lips.
Emerald smiled but she felt deja vu when she heard him saying 'Good girl'
She got blurred flashbacks of his voice saying Good girl.
'Good girl'
Blur people were in the basement.
'Like a good girl'
Now they were in the garden.
'Good girl'
They were in the forest.
She could feel the anxiety of an unheard conversation which ended with a good girl.
Those blurred faces and voices were sounding familiar.
She couldn't understand why it was happening.
She sat up and grabbed her head as flashbacks kept crashing.
"What's wrong?"
Egon sat beside her worriedly.
She shook her head.
"I don't know... Have we met before? Why does your voice sound so familiar sometimes?"
Egon sighed and caressed her head.
"I don't know what's happening to you... Maybe you need some sleep."
She nodded confused.
"Maybe. I am tired. Please stay here with me."
He nodded as she slid down and held his hand.
He caressed her and she placed her head on his lap.
"Have we met before, Egon?"
She mumbled while slipping into the darkness.
"Yes, my love... We have met before."
He kissed her head but she was already asleep when he said that.
He could see that she would soon regain her memories, and he gets anxious whenever he thinks about her reaction.
He just wants her back, no matter how she reacts. He is ready to do anything to keep her with him.
He admired her as she snuggled up to him like a baby.
"Don't leave me again. I can't take it now."
He kissed her head.
He covered her with bedsheets and came out.
"What's wrong?"
He stopped when he heard Arabella.
"You look disturbed."
He sighed and sat on the couch with her.
"I think she will remember everything soon..."
"Then it's a good thing, right?"
She asked.
"I don't know, she might hate me again... I can't predict her reaction."
He rubbed his head.
"Egon, you both were hurt when you separated. The only thing is you had time to heal and forget the trauma... Emerald didn't get the time, her memories were wiped out. Now she will take her time to heal when she remembers everything. It's a part of life... You just have to be patient and be with her when she is in the healing process. It might turn into a mess again, but I know you can do it."
She assured.
"I don't want her to suffer again. She has gone through so much and I am responsible for it."
He shook his head disappointed.
"You didn't do it on purpose. It was a mess your father created... You both were victims... You should stop blaming yourself now."
She could see how hurt he was.
"I don't want her to go away from me and I can do anything for that"
He promised himself.
"She can't leave me this time!"
"Who?"
His head snapped towards Emerald when she heard her voice.
Author’s POVYears had passed, yet time had failed to soften the legacy of Egon and Emerald. Their empire was stronger than ever, feared by the underworld, respected by allies, untouched by enemies. Their castle was rebuilt stone by stone, not as a reminder of their wounds but as a monument of their victory over destiny.What destiny meant for destruction, they turned into forever.And the world watched them with the same disbelief even now the two villains who were destined to destroy each other… chose to build a kingdom together.The ocean breeze still roared against the cliff walls, just like the night they reunited. But now, the castle didn’t echo grief. It echoed laughter, command, and absolute power… especially from the new heir they raised.Ragnar Bismarck.The one who carried both thrones in his blood.Sixteen years old, the age when most boys were still discovering themselves. Ragnar already knew who he was. Trained in martial arts since he could walk, he moved like a predato
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Author's POV The ocean was about to witness their reunion again.Egon’s lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been rotting in his chest for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss — it was a claim, a scream, a desperate pull of two halves that had been cut apart and finally slammed back together. Emerald clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, dragging him impossibly closer, like she wanted to pull him under her skin.He groaned into her mouth, a raw, broken sound that betrayed every night he spent missing her. His body pressed into hers as the waves curled around them, cool on their skin, nothing compared to the heat rising between them.Her hands cupped his jaw, fingers shaking as they memorised him again — the stubble, the sharp lines, the warmth that had once been her home.“Egon…” she whispered against his lips, breath trembling.He closed his eyes like her voice hurt him. “Say it again,” he murmured, forehead resting on hers. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe without it.”She di
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