The Thousand Year Curse (The Curse Books) (23 page)

"What took you so long?" Ollie asks me as I enter the room.
 

Before answering, I take in his appearance. He's got a tight red shirt on and some flannel pants. The shirt hugs his chest perfectly, showing off his tight muscles. I bite back the urge to rake my hands up his body and stand awkwardly in the door way. "What should I wear?" I ask, realizing I have no pajamas.
 

Without answering, he goes to his dresser taking out a pair of plaid boxer shorts and a baggy tee shirt.
 

Throwing them on in the attached bathroom, I snuggle into them sniffing Ollie's scent that comes along with them. Definitely not giving it back to him anytime soon.
 

Ollie sits quietly on what I'm guessing is his side of the bed, so I make my way to the other. He strums his guitar, humming along to a tune in his head. I don't want him to stop so I prop up a pillow, pull the covers over my lap and listen to him play. As if realizing I'm finally here, Ollie turns, scooting in closer to me. I smile, urging him to go on.

"Any requests, sweet heart?" He asks lovingly.

"Everything you play is perfect." I say, facing him. He doesn't say anything, just starts playing a familiar Coldplay song. When the chorus comes in, he starts singing the lyrics. His voice is so perfect—in tune and on pitch.
 

I love the way he looks when he is making music. He's peaceful, relaxed and happy. I lean back into the pillow letting the music enter me, soothing me. I hang on to his every note waiting for the next one to whisk me away.
 

After about ten minutes of playing, he puts his guitar on the floor, tucking it under the bed. My heart rate picks up in anticipation for what comes next. I don't know what he expects or how this is going to happen.
 

He crawls closer to me, pulling me down so I'm lying flat against the mattress. His body lines up with mine perfectly, every nerve touching his shooting with fire. His hand comes up to rest on my hip as his thumb traces circles across the bone.
 

I realize this is when it's going to happen. I'm going to have sex with Ollie and surprisingly, I'm not scared.
 

I bend down pressing my lips on his, taking his head in my hands. I rake my hands through his long blonde hair and a moan escapes from his lips. The noise only pushes me further knowing that I please him, making me pull harder on his hair.
 

I break the kiss wanting to see his face. His eyes are shut, mouth wide open with pleasure. When I press my lips to his again, a shockwave of electricity rumbles through me making me gasp.
 

Before I realize what's happening Ollie grabs onto my butt, squeezing tight. I arch my back wanting him more and more. He bends into my neck and starts sucking on it, sending all my blood there. I want him to touch me where I need it. I reach down towards him undoing his pants and pulling them down. It's awkward positioning but I make do and he's released.

I try not to stare as I grab him hard working my hand up and down slowly at first. He jolts up when I touch him, his eyes clouded with desire. I smile, loving the effect I have on him. I keep working him until he makes me stop.
 

Flipping us over, I end up on the bottom while he straddles me. My hands cling to his back, wanting his body touching mine everywhere. I can't take it anymore. I thrust my hips up wanting to feel him and he pushes down against me, hard.
 

Grabbing both my wrists in his, he puts them above my head so I can't move. He kisses my neck and then works his way down. My hips involuntarily push up against him.
 

Within a moment, his body comes up leaving me cold and wanting him to return. I reach for him but he grabs my hands, pulling me up a little. Instead of touching me more, he grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it above my head, leaving me exposed in my simple white bra.
 

Reaching behind me he unclasps it. Before they're bare, he covers them with his hands kneading me. My nipples are already hard so when he pinches me, I cry out falling back onto the bed.

He twists it between his fingers hardening it further. I can't take it and I reach down grabbing him again. He grunts and I can tell he's getting out of control. This just isn't enough anymore.
 

As if taking a quick break, he leans down lifting his shirt over his head revealing his Godly body. It's so perfect and sexy so I run my hands up and down his washboard abs trying to memorize the way he feels—loving the way he turns me on.
 

"Please." I say begging him to touch me.

He bends down slowly. "Are you sure you're ready?" He asks being a total buzzkill. I wrap my legs around his waist begging him for more, trying to convey what I want without saying it. Of course he doesn't let me get away with it since he just waits for my answer, stopping all my sexual advances.

"I'm ready, Ollie. I love you." On cue he bends down again, covering my mouth with his with a new intensity. It's passionate and fiery and completely sweeps me away. I can barely breathe but I don't want this to end. I try to keep up with him the best I can.
 

"Lay back." Ollie commands and I do as he says. He sits on the back of his heels as he tauntingly kisses down my stomach until he reaches the fabric barrier. His hands reach down pulling the shorts with them as they trail down my legs. I'm completely exposed but the predatory gaze from Ollie makes my insecurities fade.
 

"Relax, baby." He says shocking me when a warm finger slides inside of me. I moan as it makes its way in and out of me in fast succession. I'm basically panting after only a second.
 

"Ollie, please." I whimper out, wanting more from him. Instead of listening he just goes faster and harder, with his hands making me grind his fingers.
 

"Please!" I cry out again, needing more from him. I squeal, not realizing what I'm doing or any conscious thoughts. My face blushes as Ollie sits back, a devilish gleam in his eyes. Without a word, he reaches over my naked body to the bed side table pulling out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and then focuses back on me.
 

"Sit up." He says and I do my best even though I'm slightly light headed. "Here." He gives me the condom expecting me to put it on him.
 

"I, uh, I don't-" I stammer trying to get out the words since I don't know how to put a condom on.
 

He smiles down at me wrapping his hand around mine. His hand guides me showing me how to roll it down his full length. Once it's on he squeezes the top pocket of air and then lays me back down on the pillows gently.

Honestly, I need to get out of my head. My anxiety wells up inside of me distracting me from my need to have sex with Ollie right this second. I should be thinking of his hot abs and loving face but all I can think about is Ari. His stupid beautiful face flashes before my eyes and for some unknown reason, I feel guilty.
 

"What's wrong?" He asks, concern lacing his voice, picking up on my mood. "Do you not want this?"

"No. I do. I'm nervous." I say, hiding my face in my hands from embarrassment wanting to cry. He kisses me deeply clouding my negative thoughts.
 

"You're amazing." He says, peppering me with kisses from my nose to my ear to my chin and finally landing on my mouth again. "We don't have to do this." He says kissing me again.
 

"I'm ready." I say, pulling him down to me, wanting him to sweep me off my feet. He stares into my eyes probably making sure I'm not going to cry or something when I nod for him to go on.
 

He lowers his hips down to me, his length pressing against me. It's not inside me yet but it's right at the opening, testing to see how ready I really am. I raise my hips feeling myself push against him.
 

Not wanting to wait for Ollie, I reach my hand in between us and grasp him. I guide it towards my opening and then circle it inside of me. At first it doesn't fit but then it slides right in, deep.
 

I moan out, wincing at the intrusion. He starts pumping in and out, slowly and not going as far as the first time. After a couple of seconds, I start getting used to it and the pain fades away. It's like a freaking one eighty. I start rocking my hips trying to control the speed and depth.
 

"Harder." I whisper in his ear. He gasps a little, biting onto my shoulder, in awe at my forwardness.

"It's going to hurt you." He groans out trying not to go too deep. I can tell he's holding back.

"It's okay." I say, scratching my fingers down his back, wanting his body closer. He gets off me, pulling out of me causing me to gasp. He gets off of the bed and grabs my legs pulling me towards the edge.
 

My butt hangs off the bed but his body is there to hold me up. I wrap my legs around his torso while my back rests on the mattress before he thrusts inside me, his dick going all the way in. I cry out making him pause but urge him with my whimpering to keep going.

He keeps up a fast and hard rhythm that has me grinding my pelvis against him constantly searching for a release. He stops my hips from moving by holding me down to the bed before bringing one hand to hold me.
 

As he gets faster, he reaches a hand down circling my sensitive spot with his first two fingers going faster and harder. They start working together and I feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. He keeps going faster and faster until I literally feel like I might explode.

"Come with me." He says, sending us both over the edge. I cry out as he leans down burying his face in my shoulder, grunting. He removes his hand but pumps his hips against me, lengthening my release until I don't even think I'm on earth anymore.
 

Ollie raises his head, his eyes searching me for any sort of discomfort or hurt. I burst out laughing for no apparent reason at all except pure pleasure and happiness. Ollie looks at me like I'm a crazy person but then joins in. It is so bizarre but I don't have a care in the world at this point. I'm completely comfortable even though I'm butt naked, coming off a high and laughing at my boyfriend.
 

"So I take it that was good?" Ollie asks me grinning and I just nod. Words can't even describe the immense joy I feel right now. I am more in love with Ollie than I ever imagined was possible.
 

"I love you." I admit, the only words that really make any sense right now. I will always love this man, no curse can come between us.
 

"I love you, too." He bends down, pulling himself out of me and taking the condom off. He ties it and then tosses it in the bathroom. When he gets back he pulls me towards him, my back to his front and we lay naked together in silence.
 

I don't care that I have no clothes on. I don't care about whether he is a God or I am Nephilim or that I will die because of it. All I care about is Ollie and how amazing and beautiful he is. He is my soul mate and I love him. This is the man I will risk it all for.
 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

morning after

Smells of bacon waft through the air waking me up. Opening my eyes, I stretch out my muscles, groaning at the soreness of my body. It feels like the morning after an intense work out, where every muscle is burning on fire. I roll over searching for Ollie but he isn't here. All that's left is a warm indent in the mattress.
 

I get up rushing into the bathroom to get ready as quick as possible so I can spend the morning with Ollie. He is going to drive me to school and then go on his little trip, leaving me behind.

I walk down the stairs and spot Ollie cooking away on the small kitchen stove. He is attempting to cook me breakfast but by the amount of dark smoke filling the air, I'm not so sure he's succeeding.
 

"Having some trouble, babe?" I ask, giving his butt a pat before planting a wet kiss on his cheek. He leans into the kiss but tries to stay focused on the food. There's a layer of sweat on his cheeks that leave my lips salty.
 

I stare at him from where I sit at the counter, not caring if he catches me. He is mine. I don't realize I am zoning out until Ollie starts waving his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of it. "Tired?" He questions with a knowing look.
 

"Someone didn't let me sleep much." I flirt back. He apologizes but of course, I refuse to accept it. I truly like what we have going here.
 

It really sucks that now that our relationship is back to normal, he has to pack up and leave. "When will you come back?" I ask him, the mood changing from happy to somber real quick. The tension in his shoulders proof enough.
 

"As soon as possible, I promise." He leans across the counter, giving me a kiss. I give him my puppy dog face when his lips leave mine but he just pats my head before returning to the burning, black bacon.
 

I wish Ollie would take me with him or at least give me something to work with here. I want to know where I come from and who I really am. Maybe I have cool powers like Ollie or maybe I'm just human. Either way, I'd like to know.