CHAPTER 27

Genesis's POV

                "You're following me. Why?" His voice was a deep timbre, the kind that anchors your soul a single moment in time.

                "Why are you here?" He had me trapped against the wall, his hand right above my head and the other resting lightly on my side. My blood ran cold and my nerves sensitivity heightened.

                "Why are you here Genesis? You're always in my way so I ask again, why did you choose to be here instead of with him?" His words were slowly uttered, as if to say at that moment, speaking was a big deal for him.

                "I....I just...act...actually I just thought...I thought...." My palms turned sweaty. I shut my eyes and re-opened them. His gaze was intent, mercilessly digging into my eyes. My limbs were becoming too numb to keep me up. It felt as though all the butterflies of the whole universe were having a blast inside my stomach.

               "Why can't you stay away Genesis? Why can't we stay away?" He whispered, leaning into the crook of my neck, hot breath from his mouth escaping into my ear. I shivered at the sensation, my eyes fluttering close. My heart was racing like a formula racing car and my breath was coming in slow in short, frantic gasps.

               "What do you want from me?"

               "I...I...want..."

He breathed.  "What do you want?"

               "I want... Oh God...this - this was a mistake. I just shouldn't... I shouldn't have come up here...I..." I tried to reach the door handle but he caught me before I could latch my hands on it, twirling me till we were chest to chest again.

              "You're not gon' leave me too." His mouth descended on mine in a matter of seconnds and I immediately melted into the softness of his full lips. He kissed me with such tenderness at first, then with more fierceness, his hands immediately reached down to hold my hips firmly.

With so much urgency, my arms surrounded his upper body. I felt his tongue trace along the seams of my joined lips and I instantly gave him the entrance he was sourcing for. Without wasting time, his tongue, soft and silk penetrated straight into my mouth.

As the kiss went on, his clothes were proving to be a hindrance. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch all of him. To feel his bare skin against my slender fingers and watch the goose pimples rise above his skin. He must have caught on to my intent because he started to undress and free himself from his confines without breaking the kiss.

                "I want you Dario. I want you so much it aches." I managed to breathe in between his wet kisses, desperate and needy for him. My body went from an easy squirm to an electric jolt when he took my left nipple into his mouth. In response, my nails sunk into his lower back as he tongued it.

               "Oh God, Dario." I let out a moan.

               "Your clothes. I want them off." Before I could respond, he wrenched the silk knee-length gown from my body, tearing the seams into pieces and exposing my bra and panties. In no time, I felt his hands clasp roughly on my hips and soon, my feet left the ground.

My bottom kissed the surface of the great black piano and we immediately resumed our mouth-eating with his big body nestled in between my legs.

After a few minutes, he began to head down. He began to nose his way from my swollen lips to my chin, creating a pathway through my neck. The moment he got to the top of my chest, I heard a slight click and my bra came off. The colour of his eyes darkened at the sight of my bare breasts. Slowly, his head dipped and his mouth latched onto my right breast, biting and sucking, nibbling and eating at the sensitive skin. A warm glow started to synthesize inside of me. He pulled away for a moment and glanced up. There, I saw something I couldn't quite explain. Something I haven't seen at all when he looked at me but there it was, deep in the depth of his orbs, rendering me speechless.

Without warning, my pant came off next. The material roughly tugged out of my skin. I let out a short gasp because it was unanticipated and before I knew what next, he grabbed the back of thighs and parted my legs. He rested them on either sides of his shoulders. The position I was in exposed every corner of my sex. Here I was, bare and vulnerable for this man. This man who I couldn't quite understand...this man who everyone had said I should keep a safe distance from. The guy who I do not know a thing about other than what I have heard from the tongues of others. Someone I somehow had the hitch was hiding underneath the shield of people's view of him. His real self was still yet to be unveiled.

The insides of my vagina glistened as my arousal grew. He sank down on his knees and licked the outer layer of my womanly area, causing me to tremble. He sucked on my labia and plunged his tongue straight in. It was wild and wet, strong and skilled, sliding in and out of my center.

He snaked his hands under my bottom and pulled my hips closer, feasting ferociously on my tender layers of skin. My eyeballs rolled to the back of my head at the intense feeling. The feeling of his tongue and lips working wonders in my groin.

               "Christ...Dario...how...how do you make me feel all of this at once?" I sibilated. All forms of sense evaporated from my head as I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and started humping on his face. He didn't relent. My actions only fuelled him with the need and motivation to go on. With his mouth kept locked to my vagina, he drove me crazy, teasing, licking deeper and deeper into the layers of my womanhood until he knew I could take no more then released me. I was panting and quivering from the waist down. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the incredible rush of what his tongue did. I felt my stomach tighten as a burning sensation centred around my hips began to work its way through my pelvis entirety.

Then, he strapped his arms around my waist and pressed our bodies together till we were chest to chest. My limbs were wrapped around his torso and his palms plastered on my bottom. The next thing I felt was the warmness of the perfectly embroidered soft, silk bed sheets against the whole of my back. His head came into view as he began to slowly crawl over me and hovered. Our gaze lingered on each other. His eyes were deep...so deep they sembled the sea. The feel of his warm, naked skin that brushed against my equally naked skin sped my heart into an overdrive.

Words were long abandoned. Our eyes held all the vocabulary in the world. His long, curly tresses fell over his head, shielding half of his face from me. I reached up and parted them and met his dark green eyes still trained on my face. Then, his head began to dip and tilted slightly to the side. Mine went for the other and in no time, our lips met once again. Open-mouthed, wet, tongue introduced french-like kiss growing with a fervent hunger for each other each passing second.

I felt him hum into my mouth. "Ho fatto del...del...mio meglio per tenermi lontano da te. Lo stai rendendo così fottutamente difficile per me." (I have been trying...trying my hardest to keep away from you. You're making it so fucking hard for me.)

              "I...I don't understand."

              "Italian." He took my right my leg and crossed it over his back, straying for my lips to the side of my neck. "I'm Italian."

The raw passion we were engulfed in began to take control. My arms vacated his neck and strayed down to feel the tension in his hard, chiselled arbs. My legs widened further to welcome him fully and then latched onto his sides. I curled the pads of my largest toes and hooked them on the waist band of his unbundled jeans and boxer briefs. Slowly but intently, I began to slide them down. I felt him stiffen against my body. He detached his lips from my neck and raised his head to look at me immediately. I saw a glint of indecision and hesitation in his eyes so I pleaded.

              "I...I want you to."

              "There's no going back after this."

              "Please, just...I want you to do it. Dario, I really need this with you."

              "You're not gon' come to me and tell me shit later on. I took advantage of you and..."

              "I promise. I won't. Just...please. I beg you..." He slammed his mouth on mine, thrusting his tongue in. My body burned. My mind had already wandered off to the places he could take me. My lungs searched for air. The thoughts of us becoming one in flesh ignited a spark. I could already feel the moisture oozing out from between my legs.

A moan got caught in my throat when I felt something slide up and down my vulva. Warm and soft, up and down it went as more liquid seeped out from my slit. I shuddered underneath him, eyes fluttering closed as the sensation wrecked a surge of tension over my entire body. His mouth attacked my lips, my chest, my face and my mouth. My muscles tensed and my vagina quivered as the pulsating skin, now a hard rock continued parting my lips. His lips parted and a low groan came through. It sent butterflies to swarm around my stomach.

My loins erupted with passion and desire. My mouth released a gasp of air.

               "Ahhh...." He pushed slightly. Just the head of his member slipping in first. Moments passed before his maleness slid an inch more. Little by little, he went deeper. I grimaced and winced as he penetrated against my cervix. A small cry of excruciating pain left my mouth the moment he sunk fully into me.  Tears stung the corners of my eyes. Deep pain ricocheted through my entire body. He attempted slipping out but I held onto him, not letting him go.

He didn't move. There he waited, peppering light kisses at the side of my face. I closed my eyes and breathed, blowing in and out, desperately trying to get used to his large member inside of me.

Few moments passed and the pain began to depreciate. I felt his chest vibrate violently  and his breathing, strain. Sweat coated our skin. I held onto him and ran my palms over his head a few times, quickly realizing it must have been hard for him to stay still and unmoving inside of me.

                "Dario?" He hummed against my neck.

                "Please move." But he didn't.

                "Dario, you can move now."

He whispered,  "Are you okay?"

A small smile cracked against the corners of my mouth at his question. I couldn't help but think that I was right about him after all.

                "Yes. Please move. I...I want to feel all of you."

Finally, he pulled out a little and plunged in. He pulled out and plunged it again. Again and again. Back and forth. In and out. The pain was barely there now. What replaced it were waves of pleasure roaring through me like a bolts of lightening. Our mouth merged together once more,  tongues intertwined and our breaths mingled. We kissed like all the time in the world was in our possession, tasting and exploring the depth of our desires and needs. It didn't take long before a powerful force of orgasm  hit me like a million volts of electricity. My finger nails found its way over his shoulders and to his back in response.

His pace picked up. His movements fast and hard. His fingers clamped down on my hips as he animalistically injected me. It felt like I was being split into two. My body was erupting in flames. My vagina clamped down like a vice as my body rippled with yet another bone-crushing orgasm. It took all I had not to explode right underneath him. He didn't let up. His movements only increased as he continued pumping in and out of me, pulling out at the tip only to thrust his entire length almost immediately. My eyes closed as my body spasmed at this foreign feeling. The feeling of giving yourself wholeheartedly to someone else.

                "Mio inizio. Fanculo sei il mio inizio Genesis." He growled. I dismissed the potential meaning of his utterance. I was dazed but my body was begging for more. I was moaning and screaming after the fifth orgasm. I wasn't even certain anymore. If my body could take anymore, I highly doubted it but when he arched his hips and rode his bone into my center until his balls were kissing my body, the end of his erection grazed my womb and I ticked off like a bomb.

               "Fuck." He growled and abruptly pulled out. His head lolled back and his mouth parted as he cursed under his breath. With his eyes closed, he stroked up and down his shaft, long spurts of creamy liquid shot out from the top and wouldn't stop. I watched him in fascination as his muscles cramped and his expressions changed. Then, I realized he too was experiencing his own waves of climax. The sight was exquisite. It was something beautiful. Something I would definitely love to witness again. I was transfixed. I couldn't look away.

Abruptly, he winced and clutched onto the side of his stomach, glancing down to look at what I wasn't so sure of.

                "Fuck."

I panicked. "Are...are you okay?"

                "Shit."

                "Dario...are you okay?" His body detached from mine and he immediately rolled over to the other side of the bed, curling in intense pain.

I scrambled up immediately, regretting  soon after. My legs felt like Jell-O and my entire body was sore. I ignored it and crawled to him, wincing at every move made.         

I screamed. "Dario."

                 "Get out."

                 "What? No."

                 "I said get out. Leave."

                 "And I said no. I'm not going to leave you. Oh God, what's wrong? What's happening?" I reached for the light switch but he immediately shunned me.

                 "Don't...don't put the lights on. Don't do that please." His breathing was slowing.

               "It is dark in here. I can't see a single thing. How am I supposed to see what's wrong with you Dario? How...?" Just then, I noticed the light from the moon outside silently puncturing the cotton blinds and reflecting on a rectangular device resting on the bed side table. Immediately, I scooted over and grabbed it, fumbling with it a little till I was able to put on the torch light and what I saw next stunned me.

              "LORD JESUS." My eyes widened like saucers. Blood was gushing wildly between his fingers, seeping under his hand. It had spread into the white sheets, soaking it entirely, the bright red quickly darkening, taking on a brownish hue. Blood gushed with a sickening determination from the side of his hip. His fingers clamped over the wound as if to stop it from flowing but it was impossible.

               "What happened?" I noticed the threads were torn apart. The wound had been once stitched but our sexual activities might have ripped it open again.

               "Oh God." Tears streamed down my cheeks. "Who did this to you? Who stabbed you Dario?"

               "I'm - I'm fine." Mere spilling the words out were even taking a lot from him. His eyes were growing duller. I felt as if my own guts were torn. 

               "This looks so bad. You need....I fought the tears making me blind. "You need urgent medical attention."

               "No." He countered immediately.

               "You need to see a doctor."

               "I said no."

               "Dario, you could die. You're losing a lot of blood."

               "No...not the...fucking hospital."

I was clueless. "Okay..." I wiped the tears off, gulping. "Let me...let me call Keegan. I'll call Kee..."

               "Are you stupid?"

               "I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO." My shoulders shook violently. "I DON'T KNOW." Why won't he see a doctor? It is just a doctor. There is no harm in seeing a doctor.

               "Stop the blood. Use some shit...to...gauge the blood. Some...cloth or...fuck anything."

               "Okay. Okay. Just stop talking okay. Please stop talking." I bolted out of the bed and ran for his closet. Pulling it open, there were a ton of clothes hung in, all black, smelling like him but I didn't want to ruin anyone of them with his blood.

               "Arghhh. Shit."

               "I'm - I'm coming." I grabbed my torn dress abandoned at the corner of the room and ran for him. Quickly wiping the tears soaking my face, I pressed it to his wound. He winced and groaned, contorted and grunted.

               "You'll be fine okay. You're going to be fine."

               "It hurts."

               "Who did this to you?"

               "It doesn't...matter."

               "It does. It does Dario. Look at what you're going through now. Oh God, I don't think I can...."

               "Come."

               "What?"

               "Come....stay beside me."

               "I don't want to hurt you."

               "No, just...please..." I hesitated. I didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was. Whoever had stabbed him really wanted to end him. Why won't he tell me who? The person needed to be brought to justice.

Lord Jesus, how did this even happen? And we just had sex?

                "You're a stupid, stupid boy. You're so stupid. A stupid boy who doesn't even care for himself. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt Dario? We wouldn't have done what we did."

               "You wanted a piece of me, didn't you?"

               "You were wounded. Badly."

               "But I made you come, didn't I? How many times?"

               "Christ, that's besides the point." I heard a faint chuckle. I raised my head slightly from his chest. His eyes were closed and his lips held a small smile to them. It made me smile too. I rested my head back on his chest, careful not to snuggle right into him.

I murmured against his soaked skin, "I don't want you to die."

                "No, don't stop. Continue doing that."

                "Doing what? Oh...." I didn't realize I had been tracing something on his chest with the pad of my index finger. I re-continued whatever I was doing, silently hoping he would at least last till the break of dawn.

Minutes snail-ed away, I turned my ear to the faint sounds of his heartbeat, terrified to surrender into the night for fear of him crossing over to the other side without my immediate knowledge.

I looked up at him. "Dario?" He didn't reply. He had drifted into a gentle slumber. I spoke anyway.

                "For the record, I want all broken pieces of you.

His breathing was slow but consistent. At least he was still alive.

The night expanded as black angel wings, protecting earth as she dreamt. In the serenade of the black, the stars were a choir; they were lights that sang in infinite patterns. Sometimes, eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song.

Moonlight travelled through the night with graceful ease, lightening the rising path. His skin reflection waved back from the moonlight.

It caught my eyes. Dawdle, I lifted myself up, turning on the flash from the phone to have a better look at his body. Red wheals, smoothly elevated areas of his skin with a blanched center were scattered all around. From the top of his neck down to his legs, various shapes and sizes of what looked to be an outbreak of small red welts.

Panic-striken, I shot the light at his face. He was still asleep. The most peaceful I've seen him.

Then, I gasped. My eyes rounded. It finally hit me. God! All those times.

The lights-out.

The hoods.

The leather jackets.

Were all meant to cover these up?