17 Chapter (17): Heartless
Warning, this scene contains matured content.
A few hours before...
It was twilight, the weather outside was misty and hazy. The river was calm as always.
Inside the cottage the air was steamy and woods were burning inside the fireplace. A poor dim light was offering the place plenty of glints that could make the eyes see around.
A woman was groaning and Ryan was gasping. The heavy air was saying that it was a long time that he didn't open the windows nor bothered to clean the dust from the tables or other facilities.
Her curvy figure was laid on the bed, her legs were open to the sides, her breasts were shaking under the hands that grasped them and her head drew back at the pleasure and pressure of both. This man was young and stronger than others, anyways, she loved it. She could see him between her mid-open eyes. His figure was sculpted perfectly by the gods, but the sorrow in his sharp sight was unbearable. The only thing that would have caused her to think about him for days.
The candle's rays were glinting on his wheaten skin, his muscles were moving, sweat was running down his face, dropping on her skin. Their scent already tugged into each other's skin. His hair flew downward, shivering.
"Why don't you kiss me?"
She asked among her groans.
"Do I ask why are you here?"
He answered in a rough cold tone. He never asked them and just paid them but he didn't want his lips to touch any woman's lips while they touched only one woman's cheeks. And those were pure, beautiful, and innocent. He didn't want to let his lips forget that memory of her.
He felt the tension in his legs that were loosening, his soles were flaming out heat and his bloated beast got released of the need. It had fed up with what it desired inside that cave of flesh.
His shoulders trembled and his back ached. It didn't matter how strong he was, this time he went too far and his needing beast reached the huge volume of an orgasm.
He moaned and his head grew back. His mind was full of nothing. If it wasn't for the drink he had no other way to get rid of his pestering thoughts and the feelings of being guilty. Guilty of hurting the woman he loved. Nothing could satisfy him.
He pulled back and spread on the bed. The woman was gasping beside him. She turned and wrapped her long thick hands over his chest.
Her body was curvy and fluffy, elegantly beautiful her skin was well protected to keep the customers satisfied, especially the handsome and generous son of Lord James.
"Did you love it?"
She asked in an alluring melodic voice.
Ryan had no problem complimenting her but it was rare that he could say a word to the women he bedded most of the time, he couldn't lie. He found this a trick for his crowded mind but recently it had nothing, no pleasure, no desire, no calmness, it gave him nothing but shame.
"Get up! I am taking you back." He said pushing his tiredness away.
Ryan heaved on his feet, striding to his trousers, he didn't turn back to look at the woman.
"Why are you still there."
The woman was shocked. It was already too late for leaving here.
"We could have stayed until rising."
She sat straight, smiling, hoping that he would turn back and look at her, maybe her charm would change his mind.
"No way! It will be rise when we reach the town. People of Riva will be awake faster than other places."
He zipped up his pants and clasped his white shirt. The light glinted in his blue eyes.
The woman found no other choice when Ryan picked her dress from the floor and extended his hand.
"Wear your dress! I will be outside."
She grabbed the dress, frowning. He wasn't supposed to take her out of this warm place into the cold.
He put on his shoes and a moment later slammed the door behind him.
"Men had gone mad nowadays, disrespectful and disgraceful." She nagged while putting on her dress.
Thrusting her body into her dress, she put her hands back to close the zip. The sweat yet didn't dry on her skin. She could have a cold this way. Her hazel eyes glowed as she looked up, dressing up her hair.
She walked to her coat and shawl, wrapping them around herself.
Ryan puffed in the cold air, his cheeks turned pink. He was gazing at a pointless view on the horizon.
"I don't deserve her. You are a bastard Ryan! You couldn't take care of her."
He murmured to himself but the words were enough recognizable to the ears near him.
"Who are you talking to?" She asked.
Ryan did not notice her as she closed the door calmly. He peeked at her and pointed to the carriage.
"Let's go, soon the weather will be stormy. Here is not safe."
She gently smiled, thinking that he wasn't a bad man only a grim one.
Ryan took the girl back to the Riva. Inside the town, he saw some statements that were glued to the walls. They were inviting people to the capital of Greenwood. Barson's mayor had invited people to the Snow feast. It was a costume day that people loved so much, an event that no one would ignore but his father.
He fetched in the woman to a house that its lights were still alive and the sound of laughter was coming out. He had paid this house's manager enough to keep his mouth shut.
"I will see you soon." She said, blinking an eye she waved a hand for him.
Ryan shook his head, "there may be no next time."
He was going to stop this, recently even bedding them had become boring and made him feel being absurd and depressed. He had made his decision to leave Greenwood but no one was yet announced by his decision. He was after a cure for Luna and it was the least he could do for her. He had to choose, to become heartless and bury it under the soil. He couldn't live with this shame.
He hit the lariat and the horses moved.
The woman gazed at him blankly, "what a weird boy!" She snarled and turned on her heels, entering the house.
Ryan was thinking to announce his decision tonight, the young sun glints escaped out before the sun itself, they reach out to his eyes. Anytime on the last day of Autumn, the sun rose then the storm was close and winter would start a brutal treat.
He drove back to the Riverside to clean the cottage and gather some stuff.
