Undeniable - Empty Promises, False Hopes

Empty Promises, False Hopes
by Zarah

Two figures lay exhausted on the bed, with only a thin film of sweat covering their naked bodies. Their arms and legs were intertwined that the ends and the beginnings of their limbs were difficult to find. Spent after hours of slow, lovemaking, both were content in lying in silence; the only sounds that could be heard in the room were their breaths and sighs of happiness and pleasure.

Cole grinned like a Cheshire cat as he reached over to touch the woman beside him. Her head was comfortably lying on his chest, and her hands were busy playing with the black hair that covered his torso. “So,” He said to her, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his skin, “Was that good, or was that good?”

She smiled from her position. “Oh, get over yourself.” She mocked him as she playfully swatted his hand away from her waist.

“No, seriously.” He said again. “I mean, that was just… wow.” A breathy word marked the end of his sentence.

She blushed in his arms as she remembered how lavishly she was loved only moments ago. Thankfully he cannot see her face because had he seen her as pink as she was that time, he would have made fun of her, and that she didn’t want to happen. “Fine,” she acknowledged rather regretfully. She really didn’t want him all huffed up with pride in her admission. “I guess that was… okay.”

“Okay?” He muttered under his breath, his voice holding a threat of the oncoming events. “I’ll show you what’s okay.”

She squealed in delight as he shifted from under her. Suddenly her small hands were grabbed and were brought over her head with his large one, while the other roamed over her body in absolute abandon. Soon, her giggles turned into gasps, her breathing became ragged with every second that passed, with every second that his free hand touched her skin. Moans came from her lips as he kissed each and every fiber of her being, as he inflamed feelings she never knew she had.

Cole watched her face as she flew past heaven, past bliss. Male satisfaction filled him as he saw her face contort into a mask of raw, unadulterated pleasure and gratification that he knew only he could brew in her. With every sound that came from her lips, with every flushed, warmed skin that he tasted, he knew that the happiness they felt with each other were real. He knew that this was not purely lust, that every sexual encounter they have, their bodies were not the only ones satisfied, but their hearts as well.

Moments later, the air around them has thickened with passion. The room smelled of fulfilled desires.

“Cole,” she whispered, her strength gone after minutes of vigorous lovemaking.

“Hmm?” He whispered back. Their faces only a breath away from each other, he could easily see the swollen state of her lips, the drowsy movement of her eyes. He knew she was more than pleased. With the smile that colored her mouth, and with the glint of happiness dancing in her eyes, he knew that she was more than pleased, for she was not only satisfied; she was thoroughly loved.

“Um, I just wanted to know…” She licked her lips, her pink tongue skimming over her mouth the way his did mere moments ago. “Why did you ask Phoebe to marry you?”

Cole noticed the way her eyes widened at the seriousness of her voice. He knew, at that minute, that her sleepiness was gone. “Do you really want to know why, Piper?” he asked, his voice mimicking hers in its loudness.

Piper bit her lip. “I know it’s none of my business,” she told him. “But if you marry her… it’ll totally change everything.”

He lazily smiled. “How?”

“Well, for one thing… you’re going to be married.”

“But you already are.” He countered.

“Cole!” She scolded slightly. “You’re evading the issue.”

His hand moved and then caught one long, silken strand of her hair. He twirled it around his finger, his eyes momentarily closing as the scent of her filled him. Apple, peach and orchards of roses assaulted his senses; all wonderfully woman, all deliciously hers.

“I am,” he admitted. “But I’m doing this to not change anything.”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “Um… what?”

Cole grinned at her; the smile a reminiscent of the one he had been wearing all night long. “If I marry Phoebe,” he told her. “I’ll be living inside the manor-“

“You already are,” she countered, a devilish glint in her eyes.

“If I marry Phoebe,” he repeated, purposely ignoring her comment. “I’ll be living across your room. I could sneak in every single night.”

“Don’t you always?” Piper said with a big grin.

“And don’t you enjoy it every time?”

She flushed scarlet, and his grin widened even more.

“We’re being adulterous,” she admitted, even as she moved closer to the warmth of his body.

“Yeah, well, living in sin has never felt this damned good.” He finished as he welcomed her body into his embrace.

End