"I want you to get so wet that as soon as we are done here, I'll slide easily inside your tight little pussy, that no matter how many times I fuck you, it still feels like you've never had a cock inside you."
Cursing him, I clenched my jaw and focused on the dishes, "You better fuck me until I'm numb and unconscious, after all this provocations, daddy."
"That's my plan for the day, love," he purred and focused on the waffles and the cream for it. "What's your favorite song overall?"
Okay, let's talk about something else, because I'm really on the edge here.
As I began to wash the blender glass, I noticed the soap was lemon scented, and a soft smile curled up on my lips. My man really likes lemon. "Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé. Yours?"
"RunRunRun by Dutch Melrose," a song about a dark romance between a man who's hunting the girl and the girl who's running with the desire to be caught. How ironic. "Have you heard it? It's not as famous as your choice."
"Oh, yes," I felt my face heating up. "I follow the singer on TikTok, and as fan of dark romances, there's no way I wouldn't know the song. Some think he inspired it in Zade and Adeline from the Cat & Mouse Duet, on the in the house of mirrors scene, to be more precise," darkest romance ever, and my favorite of the genre.
"Have you read it?" There was something sensually dark entailed in his voice and it made my heartbeat quicken.
"Yes," then I put the glass blender aside and picked up the pans he used for the bacon and smashed eggs. "Have you?"
"Yes," he purred and I did my best to keep a straight face, because that sole statement entails a lot. "Did you read both books or just the first?"
I took sometime before answering, trying to compose myself from how I was silently freaking out. "Both Haunting and Hunting Adeline," I swallowed.
"What's your favorite book overall? Is it a romance?" Oh, thank God he released me.
"What I consume the most is romance, but funny enough, my favorite book is actually a sci-fi. Do you know Jules Verne?" I bet he does.
"Of course, he's legendary!" He beamed and turned to me, eyes wide. "Your favorite book is from Jules Verne? No way. One of my favorites books together with the Lord of the Rings by Tolkien, is from Jules Verne as well."
"Really? Mine is Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. I've read all of his works, but this one speaks to my soul in a way I can't explain. It's just so good," the way he beamed with amusement made the butterflies dance in my belly again. "What's yours?"
"Mysterious Island," then he pointed to the tattoo at the side of his left hip, "but the tattoo I have is from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," he pointed at the Nautilus Submarine tattoo.
I blushed, "I know. I knew it the second I saw it. Your body is like a map of how much of a cultured man you are. So many references," I let my eyes gawk at him again. "It's perfect. You're perfect."
Rafał's cheeks turned red and he covered the Nautilus tattoo. "We both are, love. More than that, we are perfect for each other," he winked and turned around again. "Do you also like Harry Potter?"
I knew he was a potter head like me the second I saw the death hollows and the Dumbledore's wand tattoos on him. "Of course, I am. I'm a Slytherin, baby. Best house ever."
"I'm also a Slytherin!" Of course, he is.
"I could tell," I giggled softly. "You told me you were on the basketball team in Oxford, which makes sense given your towering height, but do you enjoy basketball overall?"
He gasped, "You can't be a basketball fan too. What? Are you gonna tell me you also like football and hockey?"
That made me chuckle, since he's having the same reaction as I am to him. "I am, actually. My dad was always a big fan of these three sports. I also played basketball and football I'm the girls team back in school. And though I never played hockey, I do love ice skating since I was a little kid. I always go to the Olympics to watch the ice skating competition too, as well as the gymnastics, since I enjoy doing that too."
"No way!"
"All the way," I winked. "Football was also the reason why I learned Brazilian Portuguese, since my favorite worldwide team from the World Cup is Brazil, and I've gone to all their games on the past three World Cups, it was crazy. They rock. My favorite Champions League teams are Liverpool and Real Madrid. Of course, I also root for Poland, but Brazil football hits different, they are insane."
I picked the dirty spoons, "Basketball wise I'm a Lakers fan, and I even went to 14 games in the US in the last 10 years!" Eight of them with my dad, in my first 10 years, the other six was with Cecylia and uncle Krystian, as mom always allowed me to travel abroad with them. "Now, in Hockey, I'm a Belfast Giants fan, I went to about 12 of their games so far."
Before I could say anything else, he picked me up like a doll from the stairs and made me seat over the island countertop top, he came between my legs and passed his hands at the curves of my torso, then he grabbed my neck and nuzzled his nose on mine, "I am so going to make you my wife, love. You ain't going to run from me. I'll be your husband in less than two years!"
I'll be 18 in less than two years, so, I'm on. "Do you promise?" I looked into his eyes, breathing against his lips. "Do you promise that no matter what happens, you will make me your wife? That no matter what I try to do, you will find me and make me the mother of your children? That nothing and no one will get between us, no matter what?"
"It's a promise," he tightened his grip on my neck. "But why do I feel like you are planning something naughty that might potentially make me furious, love?"
I grinned mischievously, "Me? I would never."
"You better not forget that if you try anything, I will punish you, love," he brushed his lips on mine. "And you better not try running away from me, or you will regret that decision."
"Yeah?" I closed my eyes, loving his scent, leaning even closer, "What will you do if I run?"
"I'll hunt you down, and I'll punish you, love. Then I'll make sure you never try running from me again," he bit my ear. "I'll make you love me so much that you won't be able to stay away from me. You will crave to breath my breath, and for me to stay with you, in you. And I'll torture a bit, because I know you enjoy some pain, and I enjoy giving it to you."
"I'm counting on it," I whispered before kissing him, desperate for his warmth, bringing his hands inside the shirt and making him grab my breasts, as I passed my hands all over his sculpted warm chest.
Rafał's hands went down the curves of my waist to my hips and to my lower back, then he grabbed my ass under the panty, pressing it good with his big hands, making me arch my body even more towards his. Close enough for me to feel his erection.
"There's a song that suits you a lot, love," he whispered when we stopped a bit, both out of breath.
"Mmm, yeah? Which one?"
"Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio," oh, another song inspired in Zade and Adeline. He's messing with my feels.
"I'm honored, the song is amazing. But nothing feels as good as you do, Rafał, come here," I kissed him again, and he kissed me back in the same intensity, with the same desire.
We kept making out for a while, until we felt like we were about to turn the kisses and caressing into sex, so we put some distance between us and I swallowed. I've never met anyone in my life who made me lose control of myself the way he's doing now. It's surprisingly maddening in a delicious way.
As he put me down from the kitchen island, we slowly got back to finishing breakfast and washing the dishes. When we were finally done, as I kept washing everything he was using, we sat down in the six-seats table and put the jar of juice, a bottle of water, the scrambled eggs with melted cheese, the friend bacons, the pile of waffles with the sweet cream he made and fresh strawberries over it, the two sweet salad fruit, and the salami with cheese sandwiches he also made.
I put the ice cream back and the wine back in the fridge, to keep it cold, but left the milkshake glasses with the straws in the table for us.
And when we were going to start eating, I Was Never There by The Weeknd feat. Gesaffelstein began to play loud somewhere in his apartment and I looked around trying to see where it came from. It's one of my favorite songs ever. But then he cursed and got up, "I'll be back in a second, love."
After a minute, he walked inside with his phone on his ear, and I arched my eyebrows as I realized it's his ringtone. He has one of my favorite songs ever as his ringtone. We are so made for each other.
"How did you even know I'm in the city, Noralina?" Is it a woman?
I tensed up annoyed, jealousy creeping inside my body like a vine. Who is this Noralina? Does he knows any woman in Warsaw? I don't like that at all, at fucking all.
"No. I'm not telling you where I'm living. And I'm not here to reconnect, Noralina. I'm here because Izac suggested that it would be good for me to live in Warsaw for some time, take care of my businesses in here by myself."
Izac is a male name. And what does he mean by reconnect? He told me he doesn't have any exes!
He seemed frustrated by whatever the woman was telling him in the phone, "No, Noralina. Bloody hell, I'm not here for that. I have better things to do than to spend time getting to know your problematic daughter. I don't even know her, and with all due respect, I am not enthusiastic about it either!"
What? She wants him to spend time with her daughter? What the hell? She isn't trying to push him and her together, right? Who the fuck is this woman?
When he growled in annoyance, I got up and went to him, then hugged him. "I'm okay, love," he assured me. "No, Noralina, I am not talking to you. I'm talking with my girlfriend, alright?" I couldn't make up what she was saying, but she seemed hysterical. "Jesus, Noralina, tone it down. It doesn't concern you. I don't meddle in yours, even less in your lewd choices in life. You don't have the right to do that to me either."
Lewd choices in life? Did she told him I'm a lewd choice in his life or something? I don't know who this bitch is, but I don't like her at all.
"I'm 25 years old, Noralina. I think I can take care of my life myself. I'm way more responsible than you ever was, shall I remind you of that?" I tightened my hug around his waist. "Yes. Yes, you are bothering me!" He snorted bitterly.