485 The Last Nigh

That night, Xhemin gave in to her own desire. For once she just had to do it. Perhaps fate would allow a little allowance and have mercy on her, even just this once. Most people and even Darryl himself would probably not understand why she had to control her own feelings but if people would be in her shoes, they would probably feel how it was to lose everything without knowing why. Although she loved him, her own misfortunes made her become too untrusting even with the man she loved. Had she not trusted him before? Look what she got for it-she lost their son.

Besides, how could she love someone whom she was doomed to hurt? Wasn't she after the L Empire and after his family? If she would tolerate her love for him, she would become too weak to go after Darryl's own kin and by that, the safety of her own children will be prejudiced. 

However tonight, she just wanted to be with him. Even just this once. She wanted to give him her love, her warmth, her body and eventually her soul. She had given him that years ago already but time and fate made him unworthy of it anymore.

Each of Xhemin's kiss was deep and ravaging. She didn't give him a chance to reconsider and become aware of what was happening between them but rather drowned him down with all the sensations so perhaps when he drank much of all the feeling, he'll forget all of it the moment he will wake up tomorrow. 

Just a few minutes of raw kisses and she voluntarily unlaced her nightgown and whatever was beneath it till it all fell on the floor and what's left was her own naked flesh, sitting at the lap of her husband. Darryl's hand was all over her, pressing her hard down to his body not allowing any space between them. They were both hungry for each other.

Soon they were both naked, the kissing continued, Darryl's manhood was deep inside Xhemin's flowery flesh. Darryl's hands were on her hips, guiding her wife as she drove the motion of their lovemaking. They didn't withhold their desires and so every move was rough, hard and very raw. Few minutes more and they both reached a place full of bliss together and lavished themselves with the intimate wonderful sensation only they were capable of giving each other. 

However that night, one bliss of heaven wasn't enough.

***

Darryl's shower was finished and not even the cold morning water had helped him remember anything last night but when he stepped out of the bedroom, he was surprised how the living room turned upside down. There was a broken lamp, sofa pillows, clothes and undergarments everywhere that the place ended up looking like it had been swept off by a sudden hurricane.

Did they make love here?

Was this chaos caused by their lovemaking or something else happened last night?

Was it a consented love making or did he force his wife to it?

A sudden guilt ran through Darryl's head when he thought that it was more likely that he had forced Xhemin to it. He was drunk, stronger than her and with how things turned out in the living room, it was impossible that no force was exerted. Thinking about it only made his stomach turn. What had he done?

Slowly he picked up the mess and cleaned everything and when Xhemin woke up, he was already in the kitchen trying to make breakfast. 

Xhemin on the other hand was conflicted whether to go out and face her husband or just stay in bed until he goes away. However, Darryl that morning surprisingly didn't leave for the office and she can't be in bed all day so with no choice left, she eventually gets up from bed and faces him, no matter how awkward the situation for her was. Did Darryl remember what happened last night? God! She hoped he would not remember a thing or she'll have hard time explaining her actions.

When she stepped out of the bedroom, Darryl's eyes welcomed her. They stared at each other for a minute before they both turned away awkwardly as if there was something in the air that was making things very uncomfortable.

"Breakfast is ready," Darryl announced and only then did Xhemin realize that the table was ready. Without a word she sat on the table and occupied herself with the morning bread topped with avocado and fried egg. Darryl joined her at the table after a moment and pushed a cup of coffee to her side. Xhemin took it and brought the coffee to her nose, inhaling the fragrance of it before she took a small sip. In the process, some strands of her hair went to her face so she took a moment to push those strands at the back of her ear and it unintentionally exposed the flesh of her neck where a bruise, unknownst to her appeared. 

"What is this?" Darryl reached for her neck to see the purple welt. Xhemin certainly wasn't aware of it so she was surprised with Darryl's move. She looked at him confused and saw how his expression darkened.