Chapter 15

Nyla

"Goddess."

Heinrich speaks my name and it glides across my skin like silk. I revel in this moment, with my head still gently in his lap and his hand stroking my bare arm. I look up at him and our eyes meet, his cool grey eyes looking into my warm hazel eyes.

"Sir."

"We're preparing to land."

I lift myself up from the couch to head back into my seat and buckle up but as I stand he follows my every curve with his fingers. His hand lands on my ass and I'm reminded of the hearts he gave me earlier. I look down at him and even though I'm standing and he's still seated I know exactly who holds all of the control. He's a vision with his feet parted, the top two buttons of his shirt opened, and that look that gets me in trouble every time.

Heinrich stands and kisses my cheek as he leads me to our seats. We buckle up and I can't help but try to study his expressions.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just can't believe this is happening right now. I mean just a few days ago I thought I meant nothing to you and now-"

"You finally know that you mean everything to me."

"Yes." I say breathlessly because if there's any man that can take my breath away it's Heinrich.

"Do you have your key?"

"I never let it out of my sight." I say as I fidget with a strand of my hair.

Heinrich takes his hand and guides the strand behind my ear. As he begins to pull away I take his hand and place it to my lips and place a sweet kiss onto his palm. I can tell this is different for him but he doesn't pull away or appear uncomfortable, his eyes tell me this is new but he's also open to the changes we're about to encounter.

"Cover your eyes for me, Goddess" he requests with no room for argument.

Heinrich's hand then grips my waist as he carefully leads me into the building that my key belongs to.

"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask.

"Yes Goddess, you may."

As I uncover my eyes I stood speechless and he smiles as if he knew I'd be.

"This is your studio."

I look around and there are stacks of canvases, brushes, easels and shelves of paint. Behind Heinrich is a stone fireplace and large glass windows all around with beautiful black drapes with gold tassels. The walls are eggshell white but gorgeously complemented by the walnut wood desk and chair.

"There's a kitchen and a master suite as well." He says as he steps towards me.

My feet didn't move and we didn't speak as I took it all in and my King began to search me with his eyes as I felt a tear fall. Before it could drop from my face his thumb wiped it away.

"In all my life, in all my years, no one has ever made me feel this special." I say looking away from him trying to keep my emotions at bay.

"I'd do it all over again if it means I get to see your face light up like a child on Christmas."

It hit me then he wasn't just planning to be around for a few weeks and then leave. Heinrich was declaring he was here to stay. He was all in and committed to me. Sullivan never gave a damn about my art and always told me it as a waste of time but Heinrich... What is there left to say about this man? He is damn near perfect.

"My first creation will be dedicated to you." I promise.

Heinrich leans in and kisses me and I fall into him in more ways than one. One kiss turns into two and then my fingers run along the buttons of his shirt. One button then another, and then my hands are on his bare chest. Heinrich cups my ass as he pulls me into him and I'm greeted by his granite cock. I free my hair as he begins to kiss between the valley of my breasts.

Heated kisses turn into warm strokes of his tongue on my chest. His hands are the only thing keeping me from falling because my legs are complete jelly. My skirt has now hit my feet and a moan escapes me as he slips a finger through my slick folds and promptly into my opening.

"My greedy goddess." He says into my mouth as his voice drips with passion.

"With all due respect Sir, you made me this way." I say in a whisper.

Although I can't see his face, I can feel his sinful mouth curl up into a smile. I feel myself unraveling with each stroke of his skillful fingers but I don't want to come just yet. In order to bless this studio properly I want to come on his cock. I want to coat it with my juices and feel him pulse as he empties his seed into me.

"Sir."

"Goddess?" he says still moving his fingers in and out of me in a hypnotic rhythm.

"I want to come on your cock, please Sir."

Heinrich's eyes meet mine and I see the pleasure reflected there. He stops stroking and he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the desk. The cool walnut wood was graced with my heated skin. Heinrich undresses while between my legs and I watch his show as if I'd never see it again. His defined abs and that v that I could run my tongue over as it leads me to his beautiful thickness.

I remove my shirt and spot the paint brush and the garnet paint. I open it and dip the brush and then I wait for Heinrich to protest but he just waits to see what I will do next. I place the brush to his left peck and I draw a heart, and then place my hand on top of it leaving my print. Heinrich takes a brush and draws a line from my neck down to my navel and then turns the line into an arrow. I giggle like a schoolgirl at the playful message.

"Oh? Is that all you want me for?" I say playfully adding more art to his chest.

"Yes... At first." He says as he pulls me closer placing his cock at my entrance.

"But now..." He says as he enters me and our foreheads meet and we both let out a heavy breath.

"Now?" I say as I take his mouth into mine and he gives me a sweet succulent thrust.

"It's no longer a want, you've become essential to my life." He says as the paint brush slips out of my hand and I take him in further.

The paint from his heart is now smearing over my breasts and my garnet hand print is now on his back as I dig my nails into him. I don't know if we could be any closer but I feel like we're trying. In this moment, if we could share each others skin we would. Heinrich takes me in deeper and I welcome each stroke. His hands grip my shoulder and my head falls back in pleasure as he pounds me with no remorse.