Love Unwritten: Chapter 59

Yesterday, Julian called me crazy when I told him I had decided to fly to London after all, but I corrected him and said, “No. I’m in love.”

That seemed to shut him up. While he didn’t hesitate to take care of Nico while I’m gone for a couple of days, he did grumble about bottle-feeding six kittens. Dahlia, on the other hand, can’t get enough of them, flooding our group chat with photos of Julian frowning at the camera while surrounded by Stella, Miller, Sam, Corona, Rubia, and Guinness.

I probably looked the same while Ellie was convincing me to keep the kittens, although inside, I had already said yes as soon as she named the first one and was talking about raising them together.

I had wanted to tell her I loved her there and then, but it didn’t feel right, so I waited. Should’ve known she would beat me to the punch, though. My plan had been to tell her before I took her to bed, but then I got nervous and held off.

It doesn’t matter anymore. If anything, her confession gives me more confidence to say it once a cab drops us off at the hotel. Ellie spent the whole ride with her face pressed against the window as she took in the city, all while I watched her.

By the time we enter our hotel room, I’m dying to touch her.

She makes the first move by wrapping her arms around my neck. “I still can’t believe you came. Why didn’t you mention that you were thinking about it?”

I lock my arms around her waist. “I didn’t know if I was or not.”

“What pushed you to do it?”

“I wasn’t ready to watch you walk away yet.”

Her eyes soften. “Because…”

Here goes nothing. I brush my hands down her arms before locking them around her back.

“I know I’m not the person you probably envisioned yourself falling for…”

“I’m curious. Who do you think I envisioned?”

“Someone you could have kids with, for starters.”

“You can, if you want.”

I frown.

She pats the spot over my heart. “Adoption is always an option.”

“You say that now, but you could change your mind.”

“I’ve thought long and hard about it.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, so while I appreciate you being considerate of my needs, it’s not necessary. I know what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.” She kisses me softly. “Any way I can have you. Nico with or without siblings. Marriage or no marriage. So long as you’re committed to me and only me, then that’s all I need.”

“You deserve a husband and a nice house on the lake with a white picket fence and a dog or two running around.” Although I’ve considered changing my stance on marriage, I’m still uncertain about the idea, although I wish I weren’t.

This is Ellie. Not Hillary.

Ellie steals me away from my torrid thoughts by asking, “Who wants a dog when I could have goats?”

I can’t help laughing, and the tight ball in my throat loosens. “Don’t forget about pigs.”

“And a sheep.”

“Did I mention I have a horse too? And six kittens I bottle-feed every day?”

Her eyes shimmer. “All you’re missing are some chickens.”

“How many do you want?”

“At least a whole coop.”

“Consider it done.”

She presses her palm against my stubbled cheek. “Can’t you see? You were who I envisioned for myself, Rafael. It was always you.”

I glance away, unable to handle the look of pure adoration on her face.

Ellie brushes her thumb across my skin, silently willing me to look at her. “You’re so concerned about me deserving better that you didn’t stop to think about what you deserve.”

My lungs stutter before stalling completely.

“You deserve to be with the one who will take the time to see you.” She pushes me toward the bed and steps between my spread thighs. “The one who will show up time and time again to be there for you, even if you push them away because you’re scared, angry, or unhappy.” She presses her lips against my forehead. “They don’t quit, run, or cheat. They will fight for you, even if it means fighting against you, because life is a war zone, but love is the greatest weapon we have.” Her mouth brushes over my right cheek and then my left.

“The one does exist, but not in the way you thought I meant, like some soulmate or something cosmic. To me, the one is someone willing to do everything in their power to be the person you deserve, not because they are fated to love you but because they choose to.”

She straddles my lap before her mouth claims mine with a passionate kiss that I feel down to my very soul.

Goose bumps spread across my skin. Ellie’s fingers dig into my hair, and her hips rotate as she grinds against my cock. My grip on her hips tightens from her maddening movements, and I groan when she rubs against me at just the right angle.

She pulls away, but I seal my mouth over hers again. My grip on the back of her neck is as punishing as the one she has around my heart.

Eventually, my control snaps, and I flip her over on the bed. She lets out a laugh as she slams against the soft mattress, and I make quick work of her clothes, although I struggle for a moment with her sports bra until she helps me remove it.

She matches my rushed movements with her own, and I lose a shirt button from how hard she yanks on the fabric.

Despite the urge to fuck her hard and fast, I slow things down and simply enjoy the sight of Ellie looking up at me without a hint of self-consciousness despite her body being fully on display. Her trusting me like this means the world to me, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect it.

“No merezco a alguien tan hermosa como tú.”

She doesn’t ask me to translate, but based on the way her cheeks heat, she understands enough.

I pepper her skin with light kisses before sealing my mouth over her nipple. She gasps when I suck, and her hands dig into my scalp, tugging at the strands as I flick my tongue over the pebbled peak. Her back arches, and a strained moan escapes her when my teeth scrape against the sensitive bud.

I take my time worshiping one breast and then the other, my movements remaining slow and calculated.

“Rafael,” she says with a groan as she yanks on my hair. My head whips up, and our gazes connect.

“Please.” She shimmies her hips.

I slide off her with a grin before I wrap my hand around her ankle and yank hard enough to make her gasp. She glides across the comforter before I release her.

Her thighs hang over the side of the bed, and I push them apart until she’s open for me.

“You’re dripping.”

“I have a few ideas on how to fix that problem.”

“My only problem is that I haven’t fucked you yet.”

Her eyes go wide as I drop to my knees, widen her legs to give me space, and seal my mouth over her pussy. I stroke, flick, and swivel my tongue until she is writhing and moaning underneath me, bucking her hips while begging for release.

I could spend forever between her thighs, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.

Not even close.

Her nails dig into the comforter as she comes, and I find myself smiling as her perfect world shatters around her because of me.

Pleasuring her is my newest drug of choice. The high is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to chase it for the rest of my life.

Just like I would chase her to the end of the world and back because I love her.

She goes limp while I sheathe myself with a condom and crawl over her body before our mouths fuse together again. Her kiss is hesitant at first, tainted with the taste of her release, but then her tongue flicks out and traces my bottom lip, making me shudder.

I line myself up and slowly sink inside her. Ellie’s legs wrap around my waist, opening herself up even more for me as her heels press into the small of my back. My eyes shut, and my body shakes as I slide inside her inch by inch until I completely bottom out with a sigh.

I want this moment to last for as long as humanly possible. Want to bask in the look of adoration on her face and the pure sense of joy that builds in my chest when I realize I could feel like this for the rest of my life, so long as I don’t get in my own way.

She cups my cheek, and my eyes snap open to find her staring up at me. Her hazel eyes look more brown than green in this lighting, the dark of her irises drawing out the deeper tones.

I plant a quick kiss on her forehead before pulling out slowly. My cock glistens in the light, completely soaked with her arousal, and I become distracted by the sight of me sinking into her for a few moments before she drags my attention back to her face.

I cradle her head between my hands, holding her in place as I pump my hips slowly in and out of her. Sex in this position feels intimate. Like I’m being laid bare in front of Ellie with nowhere to hide as the pleasure builds between us.

I rise to my knees and deepen the position. With every snap of my hips, Ellie slides backward, so I wrap my hand around her throat and hold her in place.

Her wild eyes bounce between my face and my cock as my pace quickens, and her heels dig into my back. Pressure builds at the base of my spine as my balls draw up, but I refuse to give in until Ellie does.

My fingers around her neck squeeze harder, and her eyes roll into the back of her head when I shift my angle, hitting the spot that makes her fingers dig into my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

I snap my hips, making her body shake with every thrust, and she replies with a drawn-out moan and a few more scratch marks added to my thighs.

“Mi estrella.”

She shudders underneath me.

“You like being called my star?”

She shakes her head. “I like it when you call me yours.”

I lean forward until our lips hover a centimeter apart. “If it wasn’t obvious, then let me make myself perfectly clear. You’re mine, Elle. In every sense of the word, from here on out, because I love you.”

“Again.”

I pull back only to slam into her. “I love you.”

A tear slips down the side of her face.

“I love every single thing about you.” I grind my hips, making her gasp. “Your mind. Your scars. But most of all, your heart.”

With a trembling hand, she cups my cheek and looks up at me with glistening eyes full of hope. “I love you too.”

With one last shove, she orgasms, squeezing my cock with a cry. I don’t stop moving, my pumps only growing more desperate as she rides the wave of pleasure.

Despite the urge to fuck her until the sun rises, I physically can’t hold back anymore, and my mind, body, and soul shatter as I come. My balls ache from the need to release, and it seems to last forever.

Eventually, once my cock is no longer jerking, I collapse on top of her with a sigh. Her shaky fingers brush through my hair, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine.

I could get used to this.

To her and the love she is so readily able to give.

And to the love I want to reciprocate because she is the one I can’t imagine life without.