Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 158: Leaning Closer

Chapter 158: Leaning Closer

Viviana closed her eyes and her hands fell limply on the pillow as his velvety tongue slithered in her mouth. She loved his kisses very much as it touched deeper in her heart.

She clutched the pillow as his iron-hard manhood glided over her cave of wonders sending tremors to her abdomen.

"Oh," he breathed on her mouth. "You like it?" he asked.

Viviana opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at him. He thrusted his hips and she arched her back and wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him closer. She kissed him as she reached another peak.

Panting, she fell limply on the bed. He chuckled peppering kisses on her cheek. She wanted to ask what made him laugh, but she didn’t want to speak. She was in too much of a high that she refused to get down.

He kissed her abdomen and she ruffled his hair. He went south and she didn’t think nothing of it. Until...

"What are you..." she lifted her head and looked at the guy between her legs.

"It looks beautiful... and it’s slithery wet..." he mumbled.

"No~"

Before she could even say something he already licked her down there. He didn’t stop.

"Oh my God!" she screamed. She was under the impression that she never was a screamer. But he proved her wrong.

"Do you want The feel of his tongue that knew what to do and his fingers that knew where to touch, and the feeling of his hard muscles on her made her lose herself.

She reached many peaks that rendered her twitching in pleasure. And she found that the more he teased, the more she wanted and the easy it was for her to reach the peaks. When he finally entered her, she almost peaked just by the warmth of his manhood.

He was not gentler with his thrusts. Maybe he wanted to end it or he couldn’t help it. But she enjoyed the roughness in him. He flipped her and she knelt on the bed.

Maybe he wanted to see if she was fine with it, he waited before entering her. She welcomed him by thrusting him inside her. It was different and she could feel him in parts that she never thought that he could reach. He knelt on the bed letting her thrust herself for some time.

There was a slight pulling pain in her lower abdomen, but it was not severe enough to pull her attention.

As she peaked, she lost her strength and plopped on the bed. He climbed on top of her and with her knees together, he entered inside her. She felt full and at the same time, the pain she felt earlier got so severe. Severe enough to make her giddy. She thought she would faint.

She clutched the pillow and she went cold in just a moment. She didn’t know what happened for some time.

When she gathered herself, he let out a grunt and she felt him releasing inside her. He bent and kissed her and she caressed his hair. He slipped out of her and rested on her. Only then she could relax.

He laid on the bed and she turned and rested on his chest. She was so scared. The pain was so severe that she was glad he ended when he did.

She knew what that pain was. It is the pain related to her endometriosis. The doctor asked her that day whether she had any pain during intimacy and she answered ’no’. He looked a bit taken aback by her refusal. But maybe this is what he meant.

"Mousy, you’re amazing," he rubbed her back and giggled like a girl. Seriously, who is this guy? She’s never heard his voice being so silly till now.

He must be delighted. He’s happy that she let him unite with her and now should she bring his happiness down by complaining about her pain?

Her heart sank and she wanted to cry. She too was happy to be able to be one with her husband. And it was perfect!

Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I be happy?

If she wanted to let her emptions go wild, she would have wailed. But she didn’t want to bring his mood down. She is a wretched being who is marked to be unhappy. By marrying her, he had to share her fate.

What can I do?

She wanted to push him away and go cry in the comfort of the bathtub. But she didn’t know why she was hugging him tightly. She didn’t want to let him go. He’s the one who showed her pleasure that she never thought she could feel. He’s the one who...

He’s a lot.

And...

He’s her husband.

Why? Why is her life all screwed up?

She didn’t know what he was thinking, but he patted her head gently. He then kissed all over her head. Holding her cheeks, he kissed her forehead and pecked on her lips.

"Want to wash up?" he asked.

"No, my legs have gone numb," she said nuzzling on his chest. She didn’t want to show him the pain in her heart. So, as she was used to, she swallowed her pain to be locked in the deep parts of her heart.

She should never try to become happy. Happiness is not reserved for her by fate. The least she could do is not drag others down with her.

She hoped he’s go wash up and let her be alone for some time.

But she yelped as he picked her up. "I’ll carry you," he kissed her forehead.

She rested on his shoulder. From the day she met him, he’s been carrying her. That day, she was wet with his blood and tonight she was wet with his...

A lot has changed, and yet one thing hasn’t changed. The pain...

She looked at his face. It was stiff as that day. But his eyes were bright. She didn’t have to think hard to say that he was happy.

He pushed the little stool inside the shower enclosure with his feet, and gently sat her down. He then clumsily covered her head with the shower cap. With her hands on her knees, she observed how serious he was as he did everything.

For a muscular man, he was pretty gentle with her. She didn’t know why. And for sure she knew that she doesn’t deserve it.

"Are you going to bathe me, Leander?" she asked with amusement. It certainly looked that way.

"Why can’t I?" he asked back.

"Seriously?" she raised her brows.

He set the settings of the rain sky shower and the temperature. She didn’t know how he knew that she liked to take only lukewarm showers. Growing up, she rarely had warm showers and she got used to having cold showers even. She didn’t think that he noticed even that habit of her.

"My legs are fine," she stood up.

But not listening to her, he turned on the shower. The showerhead on the ceiling of the enclosure streamed the water like a rain shower. She was told that the shower cost twelve grand.

If asked, she’d say—worth it!

She looked up letting the waterdrops fall on her face. Just a moment ago, she thought that she would cry. But she didn’t know why she didn’t feel the need to cry as he kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and let him wash her. He lathered her, rinsed her, kissed her and embraced her. He didn’t go any further.

Why is he this perfect?

"I can dry myself," she whined knowing he won’t listen to her.

She’s not a child for goodness’ sake!

But as she giggled, he wiped her; everywhere.

"It looks red, and a little inflamed..." he said peeking between her legs. "Does it hurt?" he looked at her.

She pressed her lips. His eyes... She would melt in them.

She might want to think that he pretends. But she knew deep in her heart that he was not pretending. He genuinely cared for her.

"No," she lied. "I’ll be fine in the morning."

Yeah, you don’t have to know... I’ll be dead soon anyway!

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As the morning sun peeked out from the horizon, Leander caressed her hair. Usually, she’d be hanging by the edge of her side of the bed but last night, she rolled to him in the sleep and stayed in his embrace the whole night.

He loved it.

There is something soothing to have someone petite to lean on his chest and to depend on him. He enjoyed last night so much. And for some reason, he loved treating her as a child.

Not as much as he loved treating her as his woman on bed though! Not even close.

He pecked on her lips. She must be in deep sleep. Her eyebrows twitched a bit but she was sleeping.

"Why are you this adorable?" he traced his finger gently over her forehead.

Do you know that you’re in danger?

He pressed his lips on her forehead.

She is in great danger from the Vitale family. Maybe she could feel it and that’s why she is sticking to him like this.

Don’t worry, Mousy. I know you don’t like pain. I won’t allow you to suffer any pain. I won’t let anyone harm you or the tip of your hair. I know I’ve failed before. But I won’t this time.

Trust me.