MasukI walked toward Ella’s bed and sat down beside her. She pulled herself up with much difficulty and looked down at our daughter. “She’s so small,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. The wait, the pain and everything were worth this—this joy and the deep love I felt in my heart. I met Ella’s gaze a
[FOUR YEARS LATER] EROS I was panicking more than Ella was. But I couldn’t take her screams, let alone look at her. She was covered in sweat from head to toe and her entire body was shuddering. This was partially my fault, I could say. She buried her head back on the pillow and let out another lo
Even in my absence, I had been sure that Mariella was okay. She was upset, which was understandable, but she was safe. Adonis had ensured it. I hurried into my wing and up to my room, unable to control the burdening feeling in my chest. I needed to let out all that I had been holding inside, to tel
Both Mom and Adonis scanned the room. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t have a good feeling about this. Ella was running away. Or perhaps hiding something from me. I sincerely wished it was the prior. Adonis took a deep breath and spoke. “Ma, I need to speak to Eros.” I was dumbfounded. I widened my
EROS With all the men guarding me, I felt like a child being carried to the principal’s office. Every fucking one of them had a brooding look on their face. And I had been seeing them every day for the past two months. No more. I was finally returning home. To my family. To my wife. I wondered ho
As I pushed the door, I noticed the girl sitting on the ground, holding a grey shirt to her chest. Eros’s shirt. Had she been holding onto him in this manner? Crying herself to sleep holding that one shirt? Consoling herself that he was alright? “Mariella?” Her eyes widened and snapped toward me.
MARIELLA I walked into the kitchen after freshening up and cleaning myself, my nerves completely out of control. Every memory from last night was burnt in my head like a late-night hallucination, but it wasn’t a hallucination. I had woken up in Eros’s bed in nothing but a comforter covering my bod
Orgasm. Plural. He had only ever touched me down there once, and yes, it was something I couldn’t forget. “Now you know what it feels like. Sex and all that. So I want you to use this.” She made her favourite fanning hand gesture and said, “Consider this your sexual awakening.” I tilted my head. “
EROS I brought my lips down on hers, gripping the back of her head to stop her from pulling away, while pinning her against my sturdy body with my free hand on the small of her back. There was no hesitation from her side, like at the lake. She opened her lips, allowing a perfect passage for my tong
“And how many times did you masturbate?” She regarded me. “I tried to. But I could never ejaculate.” “Ejaculate?” I laughed. “That’s a really heavy word, don’t you think?” She looked so cute when flushed. “The big O.” “And my bed helped?” “It wasn’t your bed that helped.” I tilted my head, pull







