Chapter Eighty Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

"Would you like to eat something?" I asked with my face pressed to his chest. We were both still standing in the middle of the living room, holding on to each other.
"I will … I just need to calm down a bit," Evan replied against my hair, tightening his hold around me. I took a deep sigh, knowing exactly what he meant.
"I love the way you smell … " I whispered.
"I know … you always love the way I smell. My little witch," he rasped. I giggled. "Don't ever run from me again, Estie. I don’t want to live a day again without you … " he said and I felt my body tremble.
Tightening my hold on him, I whispered, "I'm sorry. I was scared. It will not happen again."
"I love you so much, Estera," he whispered almost to himself. I drew back from him and he ran his fingers through the hair at the back of my head, cupping my skull. He peered deeply into my eyes. "I can't believe we have kids. It's like waking up from a nightmare to the life I want with you." Tears welled in my eyes and I grabbed a fistful of his suit.
"I miss you something fierce … " I replied. "When I was in the labor room back in Columbia, I was in so much pain and lost the strength to push the babies out of me. My colleagues made the call to cut me open and bring the twins out. And all through that, I was crying your name, wanting you there to hold my hand. I couldn't stop. It was as if the dam of emotions I had held in for so long broke. I was a little embarrassed afterwards. But bless their hearts, they never teased me about what a chicken shit I was," I said, trying to make light of the harrowing experience. But he understood because his eyes glistened as he continued to look into my eyes.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't there for you … but am glad your colleagues were. I would have hated to learned you'd gone through that alone," he rasped. His voice was thick with emotions.
"You have nothing to apologize for, perhaps if I had told you earlier you would have come to be by my side … "
"I would have with no shadow of a doubt. I would have come to you and brought you home -- the three of you."
"Imagine going through that with all the heartache and then seeing the babies, and realize they were their father's twins," I said and pretend to glare at him. He laughed. My eyes darted in their sockets as I watched him. He was such a beautiful man and his laughter filled my heart with so much joy. He saw me watching him and his laughter reduced to a smile.
"Say it, Estera," he said. “You know you want to—”
"I love you, Evan. I don't think I can ever stop," I whispered.
"You promised me forever remember?" he said and I swore his voice shook. I nodded.
"And you promised me forever," I replied.
"I intend to keep that promise, my beautiful wife," he said, my heart lunged in the wall of my chest. ‘He just called me his wife!’ the thought resounded in my head. I swallowed hard with my eyes darting in their sockets. And whatever he saw in them, made him whisper my name, then he lowered his face and took my lips. I moaned into his mouth as he devoured me. Losing the use of my faculties as I strained against him, fighting for body contact. How a human could reduce me to this in seconds was beyond me. I was desperate for his touch. The taste of him was intoxicating. My heart soared. I suppose this was the fire Cole spoke of. I felt as if I was going to die if he stopped. "Evan … " I moaned.
"Shh … baby. I know," he rasped, picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. And with his lips still fused to mine, he carried me and took a few steps. I had no idea of where we were anymore. I just wanted him naked so I could feel his skin.
I felt him lowered me to a soft foam padded surface and I thought I saw blurry images of books flanking us. He pulled off his suit and shirt, then his trousers before literally tearing my clothes off of my body. I heard faint sounds of buttons hitting the living room floorboards, but our labored breathing was much more prominent. And all the while he never stopped kissing me. When he settled in between my thighs, pressing his warm body against mine, I cried his name and felt him shake. I was quivering like jelly, and aching in between my legs for him.
"Evan, please! Please, take me now!" I begged, having lost all inhibition. I was on fire and only he could quench it. He used one hand to frame my neck, leaning over me, I felt his cock touch my wet opening and I moaned into his mouth, whimpering. When he started to push inside me, filling me up with his thick, endowed cock, an explosion of pleasure masquerading as colors shimmered in my head. I moaned loudly, arching my back. Utterly overwhelmed. I couldn’t help comparing this with how it was with Cole. Whenever I had sex with him, his cock needed to stimulate pleasure by friction. And before that he would need to work at getting me wet. Evan didn't need that. The sight of him and the very touch of his skin to mine was enough. And then the anticipation of having him inside me would literally make me pant, causing my pussy juice to flow unendingly with no stimulation. And then he, finally, penetrating me, would make me lose my mind – utterly and completely lose the reigns on my faculties.
Evan does not just have physical sex with me, whenever he fucked me, he fucked my mind, soul and spirit. He knew he owned me and the way he touched and fucked me was so damn possessive that he didn't even need words but he used them anyway.
"You are mine … " he rasped in a low, slightly breathy tone.