CHAPTER 35: DOWN THERE

"Good," Aaliyah smiled, happy to see him in a neutral state again. She patted and stroked his hair soothingly, then cupped his cheeks with a light pinch on his chin playfully, "That’s much better." Her smile grew, and so did the calmness that came over him.

Then, her smile vanished as she abruptly turned around and faced Theodore, putting on a stern face that meant business.

"Why are you here? My time is not up yet. I still have four more days to go," She tried to make her voice sound tougher, but it was still tiny and cute.

"I decided to come early and watch the show. I can see there have been some... significant chances," Theodore replied smoothly, his eyes glued to the magazine still.

"You’re making us uncomfortable." She folded her hands.

"I’ll be so quiet you won’t even know I’m here," He said.

"No. We don’t want you here at all,"

"I’ll be taking the room to my right, then,"

Was this man even listening to her? "I and Alastair strictly Forbid you from living here!"

"There’s a background voice around here. Do you mind turning it off?"

He was crazy, that was all. Aaliyah faced Alastair again and took his large hands in her small one, "I know you’ve been baring with him a lot, but we need to keep baring with him. One day, he’s gonna slip, hit his head on the ground hard, and go into a deep coma." She said playfully, laughing at her own joke. Yesterday morning she didn’t even know what coma meant, "Now, how about that piggyback ride I promised you? My legs are much bet...,"

"Not on your life," Alastair cut her off and took her into his arms again, taking her upstairs.

They got to her room, and he let them inside. There was a familiar look in his eyes as he strode to the bed, and she swallowed. Her throat went dry as he sat her on the bed, and tilted her chin so she had no choice but to look into his eyes.

"Alastair," She whispered.

"Yes, Little Siren?"

"I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier. I won’t pretend that I didn’t mean it, but I feel bad that I raised my voice on you,"

Alastair only nodded, even though he couldn’t understand her feelings. All he could see was the window to her soul, and they were looking all sad and big and regretful...at least, that’s what they looked like. She’s not the only one who’s been learning new things these days.

"I’m not mad, and...,"

He blinked, not knowing how to say what he should say. He wanted to be honest with her, and if he forces himself to apologize back when he doesn’t feel that need to apologize, then that wouldn’t be an apology.

"I... don’t know," He said sincerely.

Aaliyah did not understand, but she nodded like she did. If anything, someone has to understand this man. What does it feel like to be in his shoes and... genuinely don’t know what to say or what to feel?

As soon as she nodded, he leaned into her breathing space and his hot breath caressed her earlobes softly, making her start to pant softly. Her hair smelled like herbs and perfume, and he loved the bittersweet mix. A bittersweet scent that had stuck to her.

His lips were next, gently brushing over the curves of her ear, with his tongue licking every area that had been brushed. It was sensual, slow, and soft like a feather. She closed her eyes and sank into the feeling, allowing herself to enjoy this.

Then, she realized something. He was always the one making the moves, pleasing her. He’s been the one taking care of her for almost a week now, but she’s hardly returned the favor.

She wanted to. She strongly felt like it.

Plus, she’s been aching to know whether he would feel pleased if she caressed his body just like he usually does to her.

As soon as her tongue darted out and took a swipe of his ear, she felt him freeze. Taking advantage of that, she continued and followed the same pattern he had done with her ear, brushing and licking the curves. She took two steps further to shower kisses on his ear...and bit his earlobes.

His Frozen self had melted, and his breathing had risen a bit. She was too engulfed in his ear to notice he had grabbed a fistful of the bedsheet and was desperately trying to keep himself in check.

The second she took another step further and licked right under his ear, which happened to be a sensitive spot for him, he grabbed her waist and squeezed a bit, indirectly warning her not to go too far or else, she would pay the consequences.

Aaliyah was loving his reactions a little too much and was getting carried away. She bit that spot again, and this time he began to pant harder. Her licks came down on him to soothe the pain she had caused, and she heard him swear under his breath.

Was that a good or bad reaction?!

"Are you... okay?" She whispered again, licking her lips to get more of the taste of his skin lingering there.

His grip tightened, and she thought she had had enough fun and pulled away gently. Surprised to see his ears were red and filled with little bite marks, it made her cheeks go red again and she looked down.

His next move caught her off guard, as he slipped his hand into her hair from the back and pulled a little hard, causing her head to look back right before he attacked her exposed neck. Aaliyah was senseless against everything and every dirty atrocious he was committing right there, and it was taking a lot from her not to grab his head and pull him even closer.

Aaliyah pressed her legs shut again, focused on what she was feeling. It was so good and got especially mind-blowing and exhilarating when his other palm found a breast and started to massage softly.

It wasn’t till he especially took hold of her hard nipple and kneaded it, adding pressure with every stroke. She instantly grabbed his hand with a whimper of plea, not even knowing why she was begging him. She just wanted something...

Something that she didn’t know how to ask for.

She was panting, calling his name as she got lost in the heat of his touch again. He teased and pulled her nipple till it hurt in a very good way, "Alastair!"

He came up to her ear and breathed huskily, "Hm, Little Siren?"

Just then, he went for the other breasts and handled both of them at once. Aaliyah exploded into pieces following the tremor that blasted through her body, especially down there.

Now, there was a savage look in Alastair’s eyes. He grabbed her thighs, his eyes fixed on the spot where the delicious and highly intoxicating scent of her juices was coming from.

He wanted her down there.

Now!

As soon as he parted her legs, every sensation of pleasure flew away and Aaliyah looked down at him and grabbed his hands to keep them from even grabbing her thighs.

"I’m sorry...No!" She pleaded hoarsely, realizing how dry her throat had become, "Don’t go there, Please,"

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was so desperate to get away from him. He knew she didn’t want this, but he lacked the Patience to wait till she was ready. Would she ever be ready?

She accepted this offer in the first place, and he already warned her there would be no going back.

"I won’t understand," He said with a groan, exerting so much self-control on himself, "I won’t understand a thing, but tell me why you don’t like me touching you there. Why you don’t want me to,"

She was finding it hard to breathe. If she spoke about it, that meant she would be letting the memories run wild in her head and that was not good for her mental health.

She tried not to cry, "Do you...hate me?"

She saw no darkness or resentment In his eyes, "I Don’t Know, Siren,"

That was enough for her. She took a deep breath, trying to keep the memories at bay but they kept coming to the front of her mind. It was a battle with herself, and she’s been broken down by it many times. It was one of the reasons why she had so much scorn and looked down on herself.

She felt rotten. She felt...used.

"Tell me," Alastair repeated softly, "What happened to you?"

Her lips parted slightly, trembling as they tried to speak. Tears were lurking by every corner of her eye, and she was afraid speaking would trigger them to fall. She wanted to suck the tears back in first before she said anything.

"I was thirteen," She began, sweating profusely so much that he had to wipe her face with his sleeves.

"When it started...and has been like that ever since," She swallowed hard, "Pastor Ramus, he would...,"

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