NovelEnglishCarol bit into him hard, and both of their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.
But he didn't stop.
How could two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifting further apart?
Carol was forced to tilt her head back slightly, gasping for air under his kisses.
After what felt like an eternity, Felix released her chin, his hands gripping her waist.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
The pain turned her face pale; she wasn't moved by this, not at all.
But he didn't seem to care about that, his grip on her waist unyielding, as if he wanted to shatter her into pieces.
When it was over, Carol's forehead was slick with sweat.
She lay on the bed, utterly drained, not even considering the possibility of getting up.
A rustle beside her, and then Felix was wiping her brow with a tissue.
"Get out."
Her voice was hoarse when she said the words; exhaustion made it difficult to even glare at him. She surrendered to sleep.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFelix covered her with a blanket, tucked it in, and then he went outside to smoke, staring up at the sky.
It was cold outside, a wind shaking the trees, their shadows casting ghostly wails.
He smoked one cigarette but it wasn't enough, so he smoked a second, quietly watching the sky outside.
Ten minutes before midnight, he turned to wake her.
Carol had barely slept three hours, every movement a struggle, her body begging for more rest.
"Get up to watch the fireworks."
He shook her gently.
Annoyed, she buried her head under the blanket.
Felix peeled it away, only to be met with a slap.
She had slept for half an hour, and had regained a bit of strength, but the slap wasn't hard enough to leave a mark on his face.
His face darkened as he pulled her up.
"lI don't want to watch them! Let go."
He yanked her from the bed, threw a heavy coat over her, and carried her to the second-floor balcony.
Drowsy and nestled in his embrace, she inhaled his familiar scent, but it brought no warmth, only a chilling reminder.
At exactly midnight, the fireworks exploded, and the sky ablaze with color.
There's a grand fireworks display in Greenfield every year, but you need to find the right angle, or you'll miss it.
The Miller family's estate had the best view, and President Miller had bought it for that reason—to fulfill Carol's girlish dreams.
She had watched the fireworks annually, but over the years, they'd lost their charm.
Now, she realized what she had taken all for granted.
The fireworks she watched now were the most painful.
She closed her eyes, too tired to fight against everything.
The fireworks lasted only about ten minutes, and afterward, he carried her back to bed.
Carol kept her eyes shut, unwilling to give him another glance.
Had Felix said something as the fireworks burst? Was it "Happy Christmas" or something else?
She hadn't paid attention and didn't care to remember.
Back in bed, she closed her eyes again.
But Felix flipped her over and began anew from behind.
Carol's eyes snapped open, her expression darkening.
"Mr. Brown, are you in heat tonight?" she spat.
Ignoring her sarcasm, Felix rested his chin on her neck, breathing hard, "Carol."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarol instantly felt a stabbing pain in her heart, as if someone was jabbing her with a sharp knife.
Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, lips pressed shut against the urge to cry out.
As passion peaked, Felix's teeth grazed her skin but stopped short of biting, just grazing.
His movements slowed, drawing out an intolerable sensation.
"Be quick."
Her voice was flat, and with a soft chuckle before he obliged, quickening the pace.
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