Possession(77)

As he picks his pace up and flexes his hips in deeper, I gasp, clutching on to his hips and squeezing him into me more. “Drake,” I cry, throwing my head back into the pillow as I allow myself to feel every tender caress, every kiss, and every thrust. I start moaning, and soon, I can’t stop. It’s like the noises have a mind of their own. Sex with Drake has always been mind-blowing in one way or the other, but this … this is more on a nuclear scale. I know it because I feel it deep in my soul. This is what it feels like to be loved.

And with that knowledge, my orgasm rises, nearly robbing me of my sight. I scream, scratching his back and calling his name.

“Fuck, Evelyn, you’re going to make me come.” With one final thrust, he arches his back and releases himself inside of me on a long drawn out moan.

He says nothing as we calm, and he doesn’t say anything when he pulls out of me and positions himself behind me again either. Instead, he pulls me closer to him and we spoon until we both fall asleep. I know we have a lot to say, and I know I need to find out what’s happening next. But, for now, I will sleep. For now, I will savour this moment in his arms. A place I know I belong in this moment. A place I should have been all along.

Is it too little, too late?





Present Day


I don’t know how, but we both managed to sleep right through the afternoon until morning. When I woke, it was from the sound of the shower from the en suite. Turning, I take a look at the clock on the bedside and see that it’s seven in the morning. No doubt Drake is getting ready for work and will leave me soon for another day to enjoy on my own. I start thinking that he’s trying to avoid the inevitable talk, but at the same time, maybe being alone for a little while longer with my thoughts isn’t such a bad idea after all. I still have no clue as to how I feel about Drake or the situation I’m in. I also still have no clue as to the possible danger I’m in. At some point, I will need to know.

I hear the shower turn off and soon after, Drake walks into the room dripping wet and still flawless. No matter how big or small my reaction, I find I always do react to him. It’s like he’s become a master magician at it.

Once he sees me propped up with my hand holding my head, he smiles. “Good sleep?”

I nod. “The best in a long time, actually.”

“Good. You need your rest.” He says this as though it saddens him.

“Are you getting ready for work?”

“I will be visiting a few of my companies today, but first I wanted to take the morning off and take you somewhere.”

I rise up in surprise. “Take me somewhere?” He nods. “Where?”

“I don’t want to say yet.”

“So, it’s a surprise?”

His face is impassive as he answers. “Sort of. It’s hard to explain, but you’ll see once we get there.” He looks so sad still. Surely, it can’t be a good surprise then. My face falls at the thought. Drake notices. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. I promise.”

“Okay,” I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. “Shall I get ready?”

He walks towards me, cups the back of my head, and tenderly kisses my forehead. “Please,” he says, lingering a little longer. Something’s wrong with him, and I don’t know what. “I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.”

He leaves the bedroom without looking back, and I know for certain something is wrong. I know I’m not in danger because Drake would never put me in harm’s way, but there’s definitely something not right about this surprise. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever dreaded a surprise so much.

Needing to know one way or the other, I quickly dress before meeting Drake in the kitchen. He’s sitting by the island, drinking a black coffee and reading the Financial Times. He smiles as I walk in, but I can see sadness in that smile.

“Come and sit,” George chimes. I didn’t even notice he was there until he spoke.

“Good morning, George.”

George smiles brightly. “Good morning, Mrs Salvatore. How are you this fine morning?”

Biting my lip, I look across at Drake. It’s sometimes hard to remember that I’m his wife. Drake looks impassive, so I turn to George with a smile. “I’m fine, thanks. And you?”

“Enjoying the sun while it lasts.” He motions to the chair next to Drake. “Sit, and I’ll get bring you something. You must be hungry.”

I assume that means he knows I haven’t eaten since yesterday at lunch time. I suppose everyone in this house knows everything I’m getting up to on a day to day basis.