UNHOLY DESIRE

MATTEO

Checking my phone for the umpteenth time for signal and yet finding none made me on the verge of losing my mind.

I wonder how I was going to report to Giovanni what the fuck was going on. The fucking island wasn’t even on the map to begin it and even if it were, there was no way I would be able to check.

Climbing down from bed slowly so as not to awaken Deirdre, I brushed a hand into my hair, sighing.

I walked to the window side, it was small but still efficient, and overlooked a part of the forest. Besides, the breeze that was drifting into the room was cool enough and no bigger window was needed.

Tapping at the pocket of my pant, I brought out a cigarette box, slipping out a stick, I stuck it in between my lips, lighting it.

Taking in a drag, I let it out slowly, my eyes shutting before opening as I felt a hand wrapped around me.

“Are you alright?” Deirdre’s voice was muffled by my back and I twisted in her arms to stare at her.

“You are awake,” She had only slept for a few seconds, and I had thought she was exhausted.

“I’m fine,” I murmured, gazing away from her scrunched up brows.

“You don’t look like it. And is smoking healthy for you?” She pointed out, frowning.

Shrugging, I extricate her arms wrapped around me, walked to where the desk was situated at the corner of the room, and sat on it.

Deirdre as well stepped towards me, standing in between my thighs. She grabbed the cigarette from my me, and before I could stop her, took a drag and began coughing.

I snatched the stick from her, rubbing her back. “What did you do that for?”

I glared, handing her the almost empty plastic bottle water on the desk but she shook her head to reject it.

When she regained her breath, she grimaced, her lips twisted in disgust and she gagged. “I wanted to see if it was enjoyable and I regret it.”

“Why are you smoking it?” she asked me.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I wonder if she would stopped asking me if I told her it was to enable me to think properly. Perhaps she would ask me to stop.

“You look tired,” I changed the subject, gazing at the dark circle under her eyes.

I wonder why she had them. Deirdre sleeps early. We had only started engaging in sex two days ago.

It could be her reacting to stress from the island.

“Because I am,” She said. “You should come to bed.”

“I’d join you,” I mumbled.

She didn’t look like she believed me and the way she kept staring at me as if I was going to disappear before she knows it. Even though I wanted to disappear, I wanted her to be with me as well.

There was no working way I was living her alone on this island after all that happened before. Who knew what would happen now? Perhaps it would be far worst than before.

Again, I thought about the ship. Something wasn’t right about the ship wrecking and being on the island. It was as if someone had intentionally done it to thwart my mission and redirect me here to finish off what they started. I could feel the weirdness, yet, I had no answers to the questions swirling in my head.

“Do you want to come to the beach with me to watch the sunset?” Deirdre asked, breaking my thoughts.

At this instant, I doubted I’d be able to a moment to myself thinking properly. Perhaps when she finally was asleep.

Turning to her, I nodded, then added, “Not with you looking like that.”

She had changed out of the skirt she was in, and was in a bikini.

There was no way I was going to let her leave the room, with her breasts almost spilling out of the bra and her asscheeks on display.

I wouldn’t even let her leave the room if her legs were on display. I guess I was too possessive but Deirdre’s body was for my eyes alone.

“What?” Deirdre laughed, “We are going to the beach, you don’t expect me to wear a robe, do you?”

Then her expression turned serious, “You do,” She muttered, shaking my head.

She stepped away from me, standing in the middle of the room.

“I do,” I repeated, starting towards her.

I pulled her into me, forgetting about the fact I was trying to reach Giovanni and rested my hand on her backside.

Fucking soft and small. Just the right size I love them and they fitted into my hands perfectly.

I squeezed, her mouth opened, a moan slipping out, and my head dipped, as I nibbled at the corner of her lips.

“It’s beach dress,” She muttered, wrapping her arms around my midsection.

“Everyone gets to look at you,” I said, before I could stop myself.

“What’s wrong with that?” Deirdre giggled, her gaze flitting to mine. “I mean shouldn’t you be happy that people get to stare at me? That can only mean I look good, right?”

“No, Dierdre,” A growl escaped my lips. “No one gets to look at you inappropriately. No one gets to see a part of your luscious body…”

Hoisting her from the ground, she wrapped her legs around me, my dick awakening immediately.

“You’re hard,” She whispered, pushing her fingers into my hair.

“why?” She added.

“Why?” I muttered, groaning as she kissed my jaw, then her lips closed around my earlobe.

I needed to give Deirdre credit. She knew how to turn me on and she needn’t put much effort into doing it. Also, she damned knew the reason I was hard right now.

“Yes, why Matteo.” She whispered, her eyes searching mine.

“Because you are my wife Deirdre, your body languages speaks to me.” I muttered, dropping her on the bed and kneeling.

Parting her thighs, I reached for the pant she donned, and gazed up at her.

“Matteo,” She whispered, her teeth catching her lower lip.

Letting my finger move towards her pussy, I caressed it through the pant, making her gasp.

She was moist, just for me.

“What, baby?” I said, moving my head inward and sniffing her arousal.

Fuck!

My dick twitched in response. Deirdre smelt so good. So fucking good that her scent makes my body heat up.

Even despite fucking her a few minutes ago to my satisfaction, I wanted more.

Deirdre knew how to bring out the Oliver Twist in me. Because right now, I desire more and I doubted I’d be full even after getting it.