CHAPTER 652: 652-THE PASSIONATE THRUSTS

Helanie:

I reached climax with his finger in my pussy and his tongue teasing my clit. He waited just a few seconds before getting on one knee on the couch and placing his other foot on the ground.

He pushed his dick into my pussy and laid on top of me, our bodies pressed tightly together as he started to kiss me on the lips. His thrusts were more passionate and slow, our bodies rocking in sync and our tongues in each other’s mouths.

Every time his dick went deep inside me, I dug my nails into his shoulders but didn’t break the kiss. My body felt every push from him, and after hours of him doing my pussy, he finally came. I was tired but still wanted to clean myself before heading to bed. He carried me to our bedroom and laid in bed while I took a shower and then returned. He hugged me from behind, and soon we dozed off. His scent was always so comforting and soothing.

And weirdly enough, he told me he found my scent had the same effect on him. After a few hours, his phone started ringing, and we both began to wake up.

"Oh, any news?" Norman asked on the phone, sneaking a kiss onto my shoulder silently.

"Hm, it’s okay. The warriors are also looking for him. The issue is that Kaye’s case is different from the rest of yours. He can talk and trick the warriors, so we need to keep a close eye on them too," he said sleepily on the phone, one eye still closed.

"Okay, goodnight to you too," Norman hung up and sighed, breaking the hug and pulling away from me.

"It was Maximus. They failed to find any trace of Kaye so they returned to rest," he informed.

"You’re going out? Why can’t I come with you?" I asked, pouting as he sleepily shook his head.

"I used to work without any sleep. Now that I’m getting rest and love, of course I can work better alone too. Besides, taking you with me means taking the treasure we’re trying so hard to protect with us and exposing it to danger," he replied in a husky, sleepy voice. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom as I also got out.

"I’ll go prepare something to eat. At least I can do that much," I rushed out of bed to the kitchen and heard him laugh.

"My cute little rabbit." I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to raise my eyebrow at him. After he blew me a flying kiss, he entered the bathroom while I left the room.

"Isn’t our husband the cutest?" I asked Cora, who giggled in agreement. But soon my mood changed when my eyes landed on the passage while walking downstairs.

Emmet and Maximus had returned home after they couldn’t find Kaye. Maximus had just called Norman to tell him he was headed to bed. But someone couldn’t sleep.

I slowly walked over to the passage, feeling nervous. I saw a tall figure pacing from one corner to the other. I knew who it was.

I watched Emmet raise his bottle and take a small chug before continuing his walk again.

"Are you okay?" My whisper was so soft, I thought he might not have heard me.

He stopped dead in his tracks, not turning around for a few seconds. And when he did, his eyes narrowed at my face. He looked so disheveled, just like old times.

"Emmet—" I took a step forward to comfort him, but he stepped back, and I knew he didn’t want me to get any closer.

"How about you mind your own business now?" he said, but kept his voice soft. I knew he had forgotten some things from his memory.

"You’re happy now, and you should be. My brother is the best one in the world," he said through clenched teeth, but it didn’t sound like mockery. I understood he had been drinking and didn’t remember the whole sharing thing.

I looked away and swallowed hard, feeling frustrated that I didn’t have a proper answer for him.

"I didn’t want to get married at first, but then–there was always a little spark. It’s not that I had feelings for him before. But I knew I adored him, and then those two months of being married to him changed everything. Emmet, we’ve talked about sharing too—"

My voice came out shaky. But his scoff made me look up at him again.

"I know about that. I’m just hurt that you didn’t forgive me. Sure, I messed up when I forgot about you that day. But I’m cursed, Helanie. And screw me for somehow remembering the dead one. But it’s not like I could control my mind. I knew, when I was in my right mind, that I loved you. So I don’t know what guilt made me remember her. But then– you broke me again, Helanie. One mistake, and you were gone forever. I knew it would be too much for you to handle—my pain and my curse," he said, his arms hanging, fingers barely holding the bottle by the top.

"I didn’t mean to break you," I replied, realizing he remembered everything in that moment. It was just the drink making him let his emotions out.

"Hm. It doesn’t matter anymore. I think you should go back to your room. Your husband must be waiting for you," Emmet grunted, not even looking at me again. He raised the bottle again and took a bigger sip this time.

"I miss Emmet who—" I sniffled, "I miss the Emmet I knew. The one who was cheerful, active, very straightforward, and lived in the moment," I broke down in the softest voice ever. The pain was too much for me. Even when the others had moved on from our past, Emmet seemed to hold on to it for some reason.

"You killed that Emmet, don’t you remember?" His words made me yelp, and I looked up to see him staring back at me.

No emotion in his eyes.