Page 123 of Heal Me

"If you want to talk about something, then..."

"Everything is fine."

"Then change your clothes and let's go," he kisses me again and sits on the bed.

I open the closet in search of something perfect. During the fitting, he doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second. His perfect brown eyes pierce my entire body, his strong arms are folded together as always.

I like the way he looks at me. I like to feel wanted.

"I don't know if it makes sense to put on a dress for you, if in two minutes I will take it off you," he smiles and looks at the watch on his hand, as if making sure that everything is going according to plan.

"Just try it," I bite my lower lip, knowing for sure that he always keeps his promise.

Danylo gets out of bed, and I, as always, am surprised at how tall he is. He slowly approaches me, mentally undressing. I cross my legs.

"Are you sure we have time?"

"Oh, darling, we have all the time in the world," he smiles.

It takes him two seconds to take off his T-shirt and my dress. Danylo turns me to the mirror, hugs me by the waist and whispers right into my neck:

"Look how beautiful you are."

I squeeze his hands, which now seem even heavier than usual.

"Do you want to do it here?" he lightly bites my ear, and I blush from my thoughts.

I want. But I don’t confess to anything in the world.

"Talk to me baby," he knows he's driving me crazy when he talks so slowly.

He knows and does it on purpose.

His hand goes lower and lower, and my eyelids close.

"Open your eyes," he orders, "look at yourself."

His fingers slide inside me and I do everything Danylo says. No matter how strong and independent I am, I always follow his orders.

"Do you like it, Amelia?" he continues to whisper. "I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers."

I look at myself. My cheeks are red, my hair is tangled, my eyes are burning, and then I look at Danylo, he is calm, his hair is scattered in different directions as usual, but he calls it styling, although I am sure that it is precisely because of this relaxation that all the girls are drooling for him including me.

He presses my stomach, and I cover my mouth with my hand.

"No. That’s not what I want."

I don’t quite understand what he means.

Danylo walks over to the chair and sits down, legs spread. I stand there, not understanding what’s happening.

"Sit on the bed, spread your perfect legs for me so I can see your beautiful pussy and play with yourself. I want to watch you cum while I'm looking at you."

I'm suffocating, but I obey and slide my fingers inside myself.

"Okay, enough," he says and jump out of the chair. "My turn now, my turn to feel your tight pussy around my cock." He takes off his boxers and I gasp at his big erect cock.

"Please," I start to beg as I know I can’t take it anymore, I’m so close I want to die.

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