Free Web NovelChapter 169: Rewriting The Memories
Blushing deeply from the chagrin, at her position, from his wicked glances and those embarrassing words Skyla hid her face again and shook her head.
"That name, can’t you forget it?" She was mortified and shrunk into herself.
Zyair’s boisterous laugh echoed over the low music as his body cocooned hers in a blissful embrace making her sigh out. A puff of hot air left her.
He slowly pried her hands away from her deeply flustered face and asked with a boyish grin.
"Did I embarrass you?"
She peeked at him, opening only one eye and biting her lips. This made him laugh even more.
"Yes, stop laughing," she chided, her lips pouting at him. But inside her tummy was somersaulting as she observed his rugged masculinity.
This was all very new to her and this man seemed to have charged every neuron her body possessed. Her pores seemed to have soaked in every affection he had offered today.
"Alright, alright." Zyair’s hands slipped underneath her soft body, pinning her to himself he rolled to his side and laid down so they were facing each other. His strong arms held her by the waist.
Her timorous green-shaded orbs stared into his vast oceanic spheres. Love and respect reigned supreme in both.
The tips of their noses almost touched. He tugged his lips up and kissed the tip of her nose making her softly giggle.
"You are so beautiful, do you have any idea how long I have waited to do this?" He asked, extending his right hand and rolling a wandering lock of her hair on his index finger. Bringing it closer to his sumptuous lips he tenderly kissed it.
Skyla was ardently staring at them, the lips she had so fervidly desired to see. The lips which just devoured her like his favourite candy. The lips which had her screeching like a banshee for a release.
They were so fresh, so vermilion so very full. How would she ever get enough of seeing him?
"A long time," she slowly replied, bringing her hand to rest on his right cheek and stroking it with the tip of her thumb.
Zyair shuffled closer, placing his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling, filling his lungs with her unique scent. He breathed out charging her skin even more, making it tingle and ache for more of his touches.
"It feels like an eternity, Skyla. I had dreamt of this moment for so long. Every time you were in my proximity I wanted to damn the consequences and hug you." His hand coiled tightly around her tiny waist as if he were afraid she would somehow disappear like a wisp of smoke.
"I am here now, Zyair. I am not going anywhere." Skyla tentatively placed her lips on his forehead and breezily whispered, trying to pacify his turbulent heart. Her hands wrapped around his head as she tugged him closer to herself.
He slightly relaxed, the muscles in his back stopped straining at her words. She was his now.
"I won’t let you. You are mine now. Do you know how much restraint I had to show when we were in that hotel and you cried? I so wanted to climb in that bed with you and hold you like I am doing now. You were in so much pain, I could sense it and yet I couldn’t do anything about it. Will you tell me what you saw in the nightmare you had?"
He felt the stiffening of her body at the mention of the nightmare. His rough hands were quick to rub her back trying to soothe whatever had troubled her. He could feel the scars under his fingertips and he traced them gently. fгeewebnovёl.com
She pinched her eyes closed to contain the troubling thoughts that were hijacking her brain. It was still so difficult for her to talk about the abuse, especially with him. For she knew it always hurt him immensely.
The delicate movements of his fingers on her back relaxed her and she willed herself to speak.
"He hurt me with a belt once as you must have seen in those pictures. I keep living and reliving that memory. In my sleep and even when I am awake," she confessed, her voice tearing up. Zyair’s heart jagged, as if someone had slit it open and filled it with thorns and sewed it back again.
Placing a tender-filled kiss on the middle of her neck. His head tilted to lovingly gaze at her but that pain had been rooted in his eyes.
"Let’s rewrite those memories, shall we?"
Skyla confusedly stared back at him when his arms flipped her on her stomach. Revealing her back to him. Her long Auburn tresses covered the entirety of it. Before Skyla could protest his one-word command had her handing over the control to him.
"Relax!"
Her lungs deflated and her body dipped into the softness of the bed.
With careful fingers Zyair picked them up one by one and swiped her hair away from the back, gently placing them on the pillow above. The entirety of her scarred back was revealed to him.
The welts and bruises he had seen in the picture were gone but there were a few scars which remained. Zyair guessed they must have been made from the buckle and henceforth never went away. The bruises from sharp metallic organs always leave scars behind.
The hurt in his eyes intensified and his hands were quick to fist. But he needed to remain in control and make this an experience she can never forget.
"One second," he told her quietly.
Climbing down from the bed he proceeded to the table that held the creamy cake he had baked for her birthday. Picking it up he brought it back to the bed and placed it on the spare pillow.
Swiping some of the cream from its side he turned to where Skyla was lying in the exact same position as Zyair had left her.
Her hands were tightly clutching the sheets while her saddened bright eyes watched him with this unique trust she had placed in him.
Artfully as if he was painting a landscape on a canvas Zyair smeared the cream on all the lingering scars. The coldness of it against her warm skin had her shuddering but the warm blows from his mouth relaxed her instantly.
Once he was done, he climbed over her without putting any weight. His long tongue flicked out and he began to lick the cream of her back in leisurely languid strokes. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Skyla’s heated body quivered from his gesture, his slimy tongue was like a healing balm for her body and mind. The torturous memories attached to these scars began to fade away only to be replaced by his affectionate ones.
"Now, every time you have a nightmare or those memories flash. I want you to remember how I licked your back by covering it in cream from your birthday cake which I baked. Can you do that?" He musingly inquired, placing tender kisses on every scar that despicable man ever gave her.
"Yes," she answered with a shiver, closing her eyes and diving head-on into the sea of his love and devotion. His meaty lips were the best medicine in the world and she was confident they could heal everything broken inside of her.
"That’s my girl," he praised while rapturously placing warm kisses all along her back and spine, the sensuality of it, the meaning of it had Skyla knowingly smile.
"Zyair!" She finally called out and he paused, shifting to the side to look at his girl.
"My love!" His hand was in her soft hair as his wandering eyes sought hers for whatever she wanted to convey.
"Hold me," she unabashedly asked, opening her arm and he was quick to shackle her in his brawny ones. Plastering her to his thumping chest.
Her shy eyes finally met his and she asked.
"Did you bake it yourself? Just for me?" he smiled, making her skip a beat with it.
"I did, would you like to taste it?"
"Please!" She returned his beautiful smile, her heart pounding at the thought that he had baked her a cake. One action after the other he kept surprising her.
Zyair picked up the cake and brought it in front of her. It was all creamy richness of chocolate and strawberries with ’Happy Birthday Skyla’ written on it with liquid chocolate.
"It’s so beautiful, thank you." Skyla took it from him and swiped some cream onto her finger and tasted it.
He just wholeheartedly smiled at her, letting her try her cake.
It was delicious, the cream melted into her mouth so she offered some to Zyair. He took her hand in his and engulfed her whole finger into his ravenous mouth licking every trace of cream from it while winking at her.
She couldn’t help but shyly chuckle at his actions. They ate the cake and then washed their hands before returning to the bed again.
Once he had her in his arms again, she timidly whispered.
"I want to touch you too. You made me feel so good, I want to return the favour."
