It All Started With Hatred-Chapter 196: The Talk part two

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Music for the Chapter. Liam Payne _ Midnight.

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Petal watched as he lit up the third cigarette. He always does that whenever angry. But why is he even angry while she was the one who was supposed to be angry?

The strong scent of tobacco filled the room. Petal tried to ignore him. He’s the one who decided to damage his lungs. He’s a doctor. He should know best.

Ethan tapped in the cigarette letting the burning ashes fall into the ashtray. Taking another puff from the cigarette. He let out the smoke from his nose this time. He was angry at himself. She was slipping through his hands slowly. It felt like he had no control over it.

Suddenly. The cigarette between his fingers was removed and he watched as she put it inside the ashtray. She turned to look at him with an annoyed look on her face.

Petal couldn’t watch him hurt himself with this poison that he was smoking. Her legs acted before her mind and she found herself walking towards him taking the cigarette from between his fingers forcefully.

"Why are you angry?" She asked him. signaling.

Ethan stared at her, letting his eyes take in her beauty. Staring at her. Put his heart at ease. At least she was with him now.

"Because I’m losing you." Ethan replied, reaching to hold her hand, and surprisingly she didn’t brush it away.

Petal’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at him trying to mask her emotions. His words moved her. But it was his fault that they ended up like this. They had everything but he ruined it.

Standing on her feet. She stood in front of him. Staring into his eyes. What she was about to do might be wrong. She might be losing her respect. Because right now. The only thing that mattered to her.Is him. His warmth. His touch and the feeling of him deep inside her.

Straddling his lap. Petal cupped his face. A shiver ran down her spine. He’s too damn handsome. Intoxicating. She was already falling into his charms again when he didn’t do anything to her. A smile appeared on her lips seeing the shocked expressions on his face.

"Petal." Ethan whispered her name. She was dangerously close. His body started to react.

"I want you." Petal said. signaling.

Three simple words. Eight letters. But they had a deeper meaning.

Ethan couldn’t think straight anymore. All he cared about was that she gave him permission to touch her. For him, that meant that she still had feelings for him. Even if it’s just a tiny feeling.

One hand tangled between her silky hair. Another on her waist. Lowering her face gently. Pressing their lips together. The kiss was slow. Gentle. full of passion. She could smell and taste the strong taste of tobacco. She didn’t mind it.

Petal’s hands went to his neck. Holding onto him. Feeling his warmth against her. More. She wanted more. To feel his skin on hers.

Their tongues met. Into a passionate battle. Which he won and started to explore the insides of her mouth. Tasting the sweetness of it. She seemed to have eaten chocolate. He could taste it. Mixed with her own taste. It was much more delicious. "So good." He whispered into the kiss. Allowing her to take the lead this time.

Petal’s lips went lower. Kissing his jawline and nibbling on it feeling how tense his body became under her. unbuttoning his shirt she pushed it apart as her lips moved to his neck. Licking and sucking on the sensitive spot.

Ethan’s hands held into her waist. Quite groans coming out of his lips. He was becoming dangerously hard. The feeling of her wet lips and soft tongue on his neck sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. He never thought that he could be so weak against her touch. He felt like coming right now. But he held himself back.

Petal felt his hardness pushing against her. A sign that what she was doing was working. Unknowingly to her that everything she does can turn him on. Pulling away. She admired her work. A red kiss mark was obvious on his neck. A mark that says that he was hers. She hated how jealous she felt that day at the party seeing him with another girl.

Their lips met again. This time. This was more intense. Without breaking the kiss. Ethan stood up with her in his arms. The living room was cold for her. The bedroom has a central heating system.

Kicking the door open. He turned the lights quickly and adjusted the temperature before he walked towards the bed. Lowering her gently on it.

Petal peered up at him. Still panting from the kiss. She watched as he removed her uncle’s boots. Throwing them on the ground before he turned her around and unzipped her dress zipper. Reaching for the hem of the dress. He swiftly took it off. Living her only in her matching white underwear and pantyhose which he removed quickly too before he removed his clothes too.

Petal laid down on the bed embarrassed suddenly. It was daylight. The lights in the room were turned on. She was completely necked in front of him. Heat spread all over her face and body. She peered at him. Letting her eyes wander around his defined body. His broad shoulders. To his chest lower to his taut abdomen muscles. Down to his narrow waist and finally to his large plug. It was fully aroused. The tip is covered with pre-come.

Petal thought that Ethan was going to hover over her but he reached for hands pulling her to sit on his lap. She flinched feeling the tip rub against her bundle of nerves. She looked up at him. Telling that she was at her limits.

"I’m at my limits too." He whispered to her , kissing her cheek and pushing her hair back.

Petal felt him position himself against her entrance but he didn’t penetrate her immediately. Instead, he rubbed his thickness against her wet sex and up to her sensitive bud. Spreading her wetness. Making sure to prepare her well. A shaky breath escaped her lips as looked into his eyes that burned like wildfire mixed with warmth. He was too handsome. It was hard to look away.

"So wet and soft." Ethan mumbled in a rough voice as their eyes met. He felt her legs quiver but she held into him.

Slowly. He pushed inside of her. Until he was deep inside her. Petal’s lips parted. She felt filled inside. His big sheath stretched her sex. Unable to stay still. Her hips started to move back and forth. Her nails are digging into his skin. Her breathing growing labored

"So impatient." Ethan said teasing her and she responded by tightening her walls around him."Don’t.... Fuck..." He caressed losing his last bit of control.

Ethan gripped her hips and started to thrust faster. In and out of her. Reaching all the way to her womb. Wishing that it will carry his child one day.

Petal gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her legs circled his waist. Her mind was going to blink. The pleasure was intense. Her insides pulsed as he repeatedly hit the sweet spot inside of her. He penetrated her roughly. In and out of her wet sex. The room was filled with soft flesh slapping against each other.

Just when she thought that it could be more intense. She felt his wet mouth cupping her pink orb between his lips. Sucking roughly on it. Her back arched giving him more access and she rewarded her by Sucking even harder on her pink orb. Nibbling and biting.

Ethan felt himself going crazy at the feeling inside of her. Warm and tight. Warping around him. Tightening every time he pulled out. Letting go of her pink orb with a loud pop. He suddenly changed their position. Pulling her out. Lied her down on the bed before he roughly yanked her to the bed edge. Parting her legs. He entered her again with force. Her head rolled back Into the shits.

Faster and faster. He thrust into her. Holding her legs. Keeping them parted. Losing himself into her softness and tightens. Her walls started to clench around him. A sign that she was close to her release.

Petal reached for his hands. Feeling the need to hold into him. She wanted to hold onto him but it was impossible in this position. She stared up at him

Sensing her insecurity. Ethan slowed down.

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