Chapter 32

Heinrich

Nyla was shifting in her sleep causing me to wake up and check to see if she was ok and that troubled me. I was beginning to care for her in ways I swore I never would.

When I went to the restaurant, my goal was to get us both out of there unscathed, but I failed. My feelings were showing towards her and it made me uncomfortable.

I checked my watch and it was four in the morning, and my dick was twitching as I traced her body with my eyes like I was sketching her into my brain.

Had I been in bed alone, I wouldn't have woken. Especially with my cock getting harder as I watched her sleep. She stirred once more and I shut my eyes.

She slipped out of bed so that she didn't stir me and I found that thoughtful. Peyton on the other hand would not have cared one way or the other if she had disturbed me and that again was unsettling. Peyton and I had spent years together, but she held no comparison to Nyla, my Goddess.

"Oh god." I thought to myself, I knew this was not good.

Nyla entered the bed and she was hesitant about coming closer to me, and I'd be damned if I wasn't at war with myself. One half of me was begging for her to be closer, while the other was begging her to keep the distance. And my cock? Well, he just wanted to be inside her again.

"Good morning, my King."

Her voice was low and sultry, as she then pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Good morning, Goddess."

She began stroking my tattoo in a slow constant manner and I'd be damned if that also didn't make me hard. Her hand traveled down my chest and she traced my abs, before stopping at my deep v that lead to my now hard pulsating cock.

"Sir."

"Yes."

"I want you."

My dick didn't twitch this time, the bastard damn near jerked straight into her pussy. Her words had him salivating and my heart damn near thumping out of my chest. Wasting no time I rose up and hovered over her. She stared up at me with her jaded green eyes that were hidden behind her lusty eyelashes.

She wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me with her sweet tongue.

"Should I turn over?"

Looking in her eyes I knew I was making a mistake. "Yes, you should turn around." That's what I wanted to say but instead, I kissed her and said.

"No. I want you to look at me while I fuck you."

There was no doubt I knew what I was doing when it came to pleasing Nyla, but right now I was not in control. I was lost in her. I knew right now we were getting too intimate. But I couldn't stop myself.

Placing deep kisses into her beautiful mouth, I hadn't been in this position in years. Missionary was my vanilla days, with Peyton, but I wanted to give Nyla this, and this was going to be anything but vanilla.

I remembered how she shuddered as I stroked my cock nice and slow, she loved to fuck and I know that a slow fuck is trouble. But I owed her a nice, slow fuck after my absence.

Nyla welcomed me with legs open wide, and as I teased her opening with my cock, her chest rose and fell as I pulled away. Her face said everything that her mouth wouldn't. At this point, words were worthless when it came to us.

Nyla took me in and I felt her tighten and let out a deep breath as I placed a kiss into her mouth, and pumped her nice and slow.

"Do whatever you want, this is for you."

Nyla pressed her firm breasts into my chest. For a moment our hearts beat in unison and it caused me to look down into her hungry eyes. Nyla rocked sweetly into my cock with each stroke I gave, she took my nipple into her mouth and bit down.

With the sweet pain I pulled out and went back in with a deep thrust, Nyla's back arched and she accepted all of me.

"Heinrich."

She whispered my name and it brought me closer to the edge. She was about to say something she couldn't take back. I quickly took her mouth into mine, squeezing her round supple ass as I pulled her deeper into me. Looking down, I couldn't tell where she began and I ended.

"Heinrich."

Nyla wasn't going to let me get away without saying whatever it was that was pushing us both closer to our orgasm. Our rhythm was so in sync, there was no struggle between power, and no struggle with how we felt.

"I feel you about to cum, Goddess and I want you to cum. Come all over your King's cock."

With her mouth parted and back arched and eyes gazing at me with everything she had, she said.

"I love you."

There was no explaining what happened when I heard the words escape her mouth. My cock became harder as I pounded her with more intensity, I held her tighter and took her mouth into mine. As I came inside of her and she coated my cock with her sweet release, I felt myself in a drunken haze.

My cock wouldn't stop and her moans only encouraged more. I gave her more of me until we climaxed again. We both became weak and I found myself still inside her, on top of her, still semi hard.

Moments passed and I was no longer in a haze and I felt panic sink in as she looked up at me, like she was finally free. Free from what I feared had happened long before the Seychelles, but now the words were out and there was no turning back.

I placed a kiss to her lips and then made my way to the bathroom, neither of us spoke but I felt it. Shit was about to change. She had me out of my element and everything was her.

Her bathroom, her towels, her shower and her at the door knocking asking if I was alright.

"How long have I been in here?"

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration staring at myself in the mirror. I turned the shower on and hopped in, and again, I was surrounded by her. Everywhere I turned was her and with the opening of the shower door she was there.

"Heinrich." She looked up at me but kept her distance, and she felt what I was feeling.

Doubt.

"Nyla, I have to get going. I have a meeting at 8 am sharp."

After I spoke I quickly turned my body and let the water run over me from my head down to my feet. She was still at the other end of the shower watching.

How did I know she was watching? Because I could feel her eyes and I could feel her confusion.

"Heinrich look at me, please."

Was it wrong that I didn't want to? I knew looking at her would only hurt because the lines were blurred and I was part of the problem. I took in a deep breath and faced her.

"We can talk once we're out of here."

We both washed ourselves and she handed me a brand new toothbrush to brush my teeth. I was now fully dressed as she stood in a knee length maroon robe. I watched her nipples make their appearance through the silk of her robe.

Nyla's hair was up in a messy bun with stray strands hanging in all the right places. Just an hour ago, we were in pure bliss. Now, the high was gone and reality has set in. Nyla has just admitted that she loves me and now her patience was running thin. I had dodged it long enough.

"Heinrich." She hissed my name and I felt my collar become tighter with her intense gaze.

"Nyla, you were caught up in the moment."

If there was a class on being a dick, I could be the instructor. She wasn't caught in the moment. She was being honest and I knew she was in love with me. I could tell by how she responded to me. Not just when I penetrated her, but how she reacted when I came around or touched her. I'd seen them before.

I'm an asshole, I'm not blind.

"No. It wasn't just the moment, Heinrich. I love you and I have for a while. And the way you treated my body, I know you feel the same."

As Nyla spoke, she stepped closer and I stepped back and the hurt in her face is a look I will never forget.

"Nyla, I told you what this was and you agreed.". As I spoke, my voice was short and clipped.

"I did agree, but I can't help how you make me feel. Heinrich, I love you."

A single tear fell down her cheek and for the first time in years, my heart pumped for someone else. The heart says what the ego can't, and I can't say it back.