10 Heart attack

LUNA

I woke up with a heavy load on my thigh. When I woke up I immediately saw Dylan's sleeping face. I did not expect that the time would come when Dylan would open the door for me to enter his life.

I caressed his muscular chest but he suddenly grabbed my hand.

"Sh-t," I whispered.

"It's early in the morning and you're cussing? Haven't I made your day?" He stared. My heart started to pound. "Are you still scared of me?"

I shook. I'm not scared of him. I'm scared that he'll hurt me. Again. "Dylan."

"Hmm?" He gazed down to my lips. He comes closer and closer.

"What if she came back? What if now that we go home, Camille is already there. Are you still going to ---"

"Shh. It's not time for 'what ifs, Luna. Hey, hug me, will you?" He whispered. I giggled and hugged him tightly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Nope. I haven't brushed my teeth yet." I say weakly.

He moved away from me a little. He tilted my chin.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you." Seconds later, he's on top of me and his hands are roaming inside my pyjama. I breathed in deep, striving for control as he moved closer, I felt the length of his erection pressing into my lower belly.

"Dylan, come on."

"I can't hold back anymore." He continues to kiss my neck down to my collarbone. I'm starting to feel hot. But I'm starving.

My stomach growled. Embarrassing!

My face flushed when Dylan stopped what he was doing. He heard me!

"Guess, my queen is already starving. Your body wants me except your stomach, huh? How insulting."

I bit my lower lip.

"I'm sorry," I said feeling guilty.

He chuckled. "Let's take a bath."

"You go first." I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I won't devirginize you in the bathroom, Sweetheart. Don't worry."

"The offer is tempting but I think I'll pas --- Ahhh!" I was stunned when he lifted me and took me inside the bathroom. He closed the door and lowered me under the shower.

"Oh, come on, I'll undress you." Stopping in front of me, he reached out one finger twining in a tight curl that fell across my shoulder.

My breath caught, a flush washing over my face.

"I can do it all by myself, pervert."

"Pervert?"

Dylan was already drenched in the bathtub with bubbles. He's watching me walking closer to him. I'm wearing nothing but my birth suit. I sat between his thighs.

He looked at my arm with a scar from the second-degree burn I had suffered before. He took my hand and brought it closer to him.

"I made this mark on you. I'm sorry. I just now realized the shame I did to you." He kissed my arm.

I turned to him. "I forgive you already. Let's just start again, Dylan."

He smiled genuinely. I gasped when he reached my breast and mold it with his hands.

"All mine." He whispered. "I want to ravish you already, but I don't want to claim you until you're ready."

"I'm sorry if you're having a hard time because of me." I shivered. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. I had known he was bossy, dominant, a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. I just hadn't expected that phenomenal will of his to turn on me in quite this manner.

After we showered Dylan called to deliver food. We were both not in the mood to go out. We packed up after we ate because now is our homecoming schedule.

"Visit again next time, ha." Said Tita.

"Yes, Tita. I'll miss you." I hugged her. I'll miss her warmth.

"We had a great time."

We were on a jet plane when Dylan's phone suddenly rang.

"'Pa .." I looked at him when I found out who the caller was. "Yes, we are on our way home... I just need to unwind. It's not her fault, 'Pa... Let's talk later."

He already cut the line. He took a deep breath. I was curious about what Dad had said to him.

"What did Dad say?"

"Uhh, nothing. Just leave it all to me, K?" He kissed my forehead.

"Everything's fine?"

"It is. We'll take it slow, baby."

I put my head on Dylan's shoulder and closed my eyes. In just a few seconds, I was immediately dilated because of his hand squeezing my thigh. I looked up at him. "What?"

"Shh." His hand dipped into my skater skirt.

"No .." I whispered.

"We have one hour and five minutes to kill. I'm bored." That voice should be illegal. Someone should put duct tape over his lips and a sign on his body that declared him dangerous to the female sex because that's exactly what he was.

"You don't like it?"

"Don't. Not in here, Dylan. Please." He quickly removed the hand between my thighs.

"Then, I'll stop." He whispered. "But you'll sleep on top of me."

He pulled me over to the top of his thigh. I put my hand on both of his shoulders. "D .."

He smiled. "I like the endearment, babe."

When we got home Dylan changed his clothes. He doesn't want to but I forced him.

"Cook for me. I want to eat you." I stopped tying his necktie. "I mean, I want to eat with you."

I slapped it on the chest. "Call me when you get there, Ok?"

"Every freaking minute."

I can still feel his lips over mine even after it's gone. It's too good to be true. My only dream before now is to kiss me.

My heart pounds so fast like I'm going to have a heart attack.

I'm so happy.

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DYLAN

"Having fun?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when the deep male voice cut through the silence of the office. "You look so happy. Something happened?"

"I want to build new memories with Luna, 'Pa." I blurted.

"New memories?" He laughed heartily. "You are acknowledging her existence now, huh?"

"You're just blinded by your anger, 'Pa. Luna's been a good girl to you. Let her into your heart." He stood in front of my desk and sipped the glass with just brandy.

The mixture of his face changed when I said that. "Mister Garcia .."

"Silence!" He shouted. "That girl made my life miserable. If she hadn't been born, Avery would still be alive. My wife, my precious wife. She killed her! And she will do the same to you. She will make your life miserable too."

Like before, I didn't know how hurtful words he says to Luna, but now, I feel like I want to punch this old man in front of me.

"She won't and she will never be." I snapped. "Our conversation ends here."

He pointed at me. "You don't just dismiss me like that! You're disrespectful."

"You think I'll respect you after you disrespect my wife."

"I don't know you anymore. I thought we were on the same side here, Dylan. She's not the woman for you. Listen to me."

"No! You listen to me! Camille left me. That's reason enough to know that she doesn't love me. But, Luna, she took care of me. It took me months to realize how important she is in my life. "

"When Camille comes back, how you feel will also change." Dad shook his head before leaving my office.

That night all my meetings ended. I'm so dead tired. I parked my car in front of our house. When I opened the door I immediately smelled the fragrant smell of the dish. I found Luna cooking in the kitchen. It turned away from me.

At that moment, I had never encountered a more appetizing sight. I hugged him from behind and I felt the shock of it. "Hey. I'm home."

"You're too early. I haven't cooked yet." Her voice is too soft and kind.

"I'm fine. It’s not too bad if dessert will come first." I grinned at the thought. Of making Luna so hot, so wild, she went up in flames in my arms. And if I didn't touch her soon, feel her lips under mine, her body pressed against me, then I was going to be a candidate for the asylum.

She faced me and turned off the gas

My head dipped down before she could move if she intended to move. Her eyes widened, her lips parted and I caught the gasp that escaped her throat. Bombs exploded in my head.

"Luna." My arms circled her, tight, as I restrained my need to eat her alive. My lips moved over hers, my tongue spearing deep as a shattered moan escaped her throat and her hands tightened at my waist before moving to my back.

I could taste coffee, mint and woman and the alternating flavours exploded on my senses, going to my head like the strongest narcotic. I bent over her, surrounding her; I wanted to draw her into every cell of my body as her lips opened, her tongue met mine and my senses flamed. Sweet, velvet heat. The taste of her went to my head, the feel of her causing my erection to pulse and pound with a hunger barely leashed.

"D?" Her voice was dazed my lips slid to her cheek, to her neck.

Her head fell back as my teeth raked her shoulder, her body becoming a liquid, pliant.

Mine.

I allowed my hands to move, rather than holding her to me, roaming her back instead, pulling at the short length of the skirt until one hand could smooth over her buttock.

My hand clenched on the curve as she trembled against me, a thin wail of pleasure escaping her throat a second before she jerked out of my arms.

"Your phone's ringing." Curse my phone!

"Hello?" I said, annoyed.

"Is this Mister Dylan Reyes?" said the caller

"Yes, speaking." I never liked to be stopped in the middle of.. fuck.

"Mister Garcia was in a hospital right now. He was cardiac arrest."

My eyes widened at what I heard. "What?! What hospital?!"

I looked at Luna right now who's very curious about who was on the phone. After the girl said the name of the Hospital, I end the call.

"What... What happened?"

"Your father had a heart attack while he's in a meeting, Luna."