I HATE YOU, BUT
#33
Alena was silent like a mute person in the corner of her bed. His eyes were blankly looking forward. Davian began to worry about his wife's psychological condition since returning from the hospital. He often finds Alena daydreaming and sighing, like carrying a heavy weight on her shoulders.
“Actually what happened, Darling?” Davian sat down beside Alena, stroking her fine long hair.
“No.”
Again the same answer he got. Davian was a bit disappointed that Alena did not want to talk openly about the matter to him. Her husband. What makes Alena hesitant about sharing her problems with him? Something seems to have happened that made him so shocked. Davian regretted not following Alena that time. He only finds Alena wiping her tears and takes her home.
“If you have anything to say, I'm ready to hear it. Maybe I can help you find a solution,” Davian seduced Alena again to open her mouth. Alena turned to him with her sweet and empty eyes.
“The only person who can answer my anger is Father,” Alena got up and opened the window curtain. The sky was already dark as he puffed his head staring at the deep black star-studded sky.
Davian gasped at the words spoken so softly, making him feel pity because whenever Alena would never get the answer. His father had rested quietly in the afterlife. He breathed heavily and approached Alena. His wife's desperate face was like a heart-wrenching knife.
“Already night. Now go to sleep,” Davian grabbed Alena's waist gently and then slowly led her to the bed.
After lying down comfortably, Alena buried her face in Davian's warm chest, curled up inside the circle of her husband's hands. He is grateful because in this situation still he still has a great figure that can be a place to shelter. Alena couldn't imagine how sad her life would be if she hadn't married Davian. Maybe he'll feel alone, poor, and helpless.
“I won't force you to tell a story. For now, reflect. If you're ready to tell me, I'm there for you,” shrewd Davian with one hand gently rubbed Alena's hair.
Alena was so moved by Davian's understanding that she could not answer anything. His originally passive hands were squeezed between his body and Davian's burly body slowly crept up around his neck.
“Thank you for understanding me, Davian.” Reply whispered. Alena raises her head to put her lips on Davian's cheeks but Davian who understands his wife's purpose first scoops up Alena's tiny lips.
Alena was surprised because Davian's lips moved too thick. The shock lasted only a moment. The next second Alena drowned in the sweet fondling given Davian. They were crushing each other, both wanting to dominate. Davian realized his passion point had been touched until he could not hold it anymore. Exploring Alena's mouth was not enough to vent the feelings that were stirring within her. Her hands began to move against Alena's back with a swiping motion that was asductive. Davian knew that his actions were letting go, Alena put her face away for a moment to sigh.
“You know, what am I thinking now?” ask the mysterious Davian.
“No. You think I'm a psychic?” said Alena trying to hide her face that is getting heated. The way Davian looked at her really made her misbehave.
Davian slightly bent his body so that he could whisper in Alena's ear.
"We have to finish what is delayed before going to the hospital yesterday.”
A split second later, Alena's body rippled and her face turned red. Davian didn't have to say it to make Alena understand what they were delaying before she finally rushed to the hospital.
“So, may I.” Davian idly asked when they both knew at this time Davian's hand had deftly lowered the rope Alena's nightgown.
“I said you didn't want it anyway, right?”
“Quickly!”
Davian wasted no time in reuniting their lips in a friendly fondling. Now Davian's burly body has covered Alena's tiny body underneath and for the next hour, they spend it worshipping each other.
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