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Thank you all for being so bloody patient with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Play the music once you reach THE PART. You know what part I'm talking about. You better play it with the music. I love Kali Uchis kdfhksdjfhsdkhf.

Without further adieu, I present to you...

D A Y 3  M E L  A N D  Z E N O 

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amelie zabini

"Me? Europe?" I shrieked as I slipped on my hoodie, "You want to take me around Europe?"

Zeno smiled as he kissed my forehead, which made my mum fake-gag from the kitchen. "Just the places I'm familiar with, obviously," Zeno pulled out a disposable camera from his coat pocket, "I even got us one of these."

The corners of my lips curled as I picked it up from his large hand. "You got us a disposable camera? Do we have a place to process these?"

"Pretty sure there's some sort of place we could go to," he responded, "I've already spoken to your mum about the whole idea of taking you around. She's already said yes."

Zeno glanced at the kitchen as I turn around to face my mum. Mum shoots a wink with a smirk as I playfully roll my eyes. "I see," I softly chuckle, "So, when do we leave?"

"I'm already ready," Zeno replied as he got up from the couch. He did a short spin all while raising his arms to showcase his outfit, "Just waiting on you."

Zeno is wearing a long dark camel topcoat with black pants underneath, as well as a white button-up. From the moment we were up close and personal, I've also smelled notes of sage, cedarwood, and bergamot. Intoxicating smells, I tell you.

"Okay," I mumble, "Let me just run upstairs and change. Then, we'll be on our way."

"Alright," he responds. 

I get up from my couch as I make my way towards the stairs with Zeno following. Before the two of us reach the stairs together, my mum raises her voice.

"Zeno," she blurts, "You stay down here."

I turn to Zeno as his smile droops, as well as widening in his eyes.

"Um-." Zeno stammers, "Right-. I was just-. I wasn't-."

"Yeah yeah," mum plays out, "Just take a seat back at the living room."

I glanced at my mum from the staircase with a smug look. She rolled her eyes and continued doing whatever she was doing . I jolt up the stairs and straight into my room. I slither out of my hoodie and shorts and walk into my closet immediately. Skimming through clothing, I eventually decide on wearing boyfriend jeans and a tight fitted, long sleeve, white turtleneck that nearly accentuates my figure.

To finish the look, I grab a white wool topcoat to somewhat match Zeno's appearance; except I slip on a pair of black Doc Martens. 

***

The first place Zeno decided to take me were the streets of Paris. People bustled through one another, almost as if everyone had somewhere to be right this instant. The thick tongue of the French was music to my ears. I've never attempted to learn French, but if apparating to Europe was going to be a frequent thing, then it's definitely something I have to consider.

"Paris?" I asked, "When did you ever go to Paris?"

Zeno intertwined our fingers as we walked alongside one another. The sun was gleaming brightly as the subtle yet harsh winds blew right through our strands. It was no secret that Paris is the 'City of Light'. Even in broad daylight did the city illuminate.

"My mum took me here to pick up some sort of rare seeds for our flower shop," Zeno responded, "And my father thought about opening up a flower shop here, but there are way too many competitors along this side of the street."

He gestured towards the bustling crowds and the streets in front of us. Every 4 shops sat a small and dainty flower shop that was not difficult to identify. We were nearing a floral shop where the scents of roses and daffodils wafted into our direction.

"Berkshire Florals in Paris?" I joked as I emphasized 'Paris', "I don't know about you, but I say it'd be deemed successful if your father actually went through with it."

"I'd rather open one in America," Zeno responded thoroughly as we eyed the people and surroundings around us, "Across the world."

I looked up at Zeno as his chiseled features were accentuated by the sun. His green emerald eyes glistened as he looked back at me. "You want to go to America?"

He nodded. "Considering it."

"As a teacher?"

Zeno shrugged. "That's the main goal. To be a teacher. But if not, I could probably think about investing in stocks. Some bullshit like that., I don't know-."

"Zeno in a suit? Strutting down Manhattan as a Stockbroker?" I mocked, "Making me pool in my underwear already."

Zeno smirked as he lifted my hand to his lips, pressing onto them gently. 

"I want you to come with me," he says softly, "To America. If you want, New York. Or any major city. I'd put you in a penthouse. You know, fuck you against the windows."

My face immediately turned warm as I squeezed his hand in response to his profanity. "Zeno! Bad boy," I grinned. He let out a hoarse chuckle as he gripped my hand tightly. "Where are we headed?"

Zeno glanced around as I followed. He proceeded to lay his eyes on a small bistro which was ironically next to a dainty flower shop. "How about there? You want to eat lunch?" He gestured towards a small sandwich bistro. As we inched closer, a blonde woman with a wool beret swung the door open as the smells inside flew by us.

The smells of the bistro engulfed my senses as I closed my eyes. "Oh, yes please," I mumbled as I bit the bottom of my lip. Notes of rosemary and sesame. "We have to."

"Alright," Zeno spoke, "We shall." And with that, he tugged me towards the bistro with light aggression as a giggle escaped my lips. The both of us stepped into the bistro. Chatter filled the air, along with scents of flour and baked bread. I glanced my surroundings and noticed how everyone is just so... at peace.

We get situated by the window, as well as our menus being handed to us. I hung my coat behind my chair, and Zeno did the same. I skim through the menu while feeling Zeno's piercing eyes on me in intervals.

"Like what you see?" I giggled as I remained my glance onto my menu.

"Always," he responded thoroughly. "Do you know what you want?"

"You," I smirked. His mouth slight parted before rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "But for now, I'll take the Everything Bagel with Cream Cheese and Wagyu."

Zeno grips onto the menu as he stares into my eyes. "You can't be talking to me like that in public," he speaks lowly. "Not in public, Amelie."

I rolled my eyes as I closed the menu. "What, can't handle the teasing, Zeno?"

"You most certainly won't be able to handle me later," Zeno grumbles. Taken aback, I look back down at the table. I probably shouldn't poke the bear with a prodding stick. But the consequences are so fucking good, I can't resist. "Does that make you nervous, Mel? The thought of me?" He leaned towards me as a smirked played across his face. "The thought of me kissing you all around your ethereal body? Because the thought of your soft moans makes me feel-." He backs away and sighs. "Makes me feel so turned on, Amelie."

I look back up nervously as his eyes pierce right through me anticipating a snarky response. "Who said I'd let you handle me? I certainly didn't. You must be out of your mind," I pestered. He gaped his mouth open to say something, but was immediately cut off when a waitress approached us with a notepad in her hand.

"Bonjour! Que puis-je pour vous deux?" The brunette spoke with pip. I looked at her as her eyes were pinned onto Zeno. 

"Bonjour," Zeno spoke elegantly, "Elle aura le tout Bagel avec le fromage crème et Wagyu, Je vais avoir la même chose."

The brunette nodded as she scribbled into her note[ad. I looked at him with confusion. It was a bit of a shame that I was unaware of the French language, but it isn't necessarily my fault; I had no idea I'd be on a date in Paris with Zeno when I was younger. 

"Et pour boire?" The brunette queried.

Zeno glanced at me. "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked.

I quickly glanced at the menu as my eyes laid straightforward onto the lists of beverages. "Calvados," I said to her. She smiled and jotted it down.

"Quelque chose pour toi, beau gosse?" The brunette turned her head and maintained eye contact. 

Zeno gulped as he shifted his seating position out of discomfort. He broke eye contact with her as he looked down at the menu, glossing over the drinks section. "I'll just have-. I mean-. Je vais juste prendre du thé."

"Vous pourriez m'avoir à la place," she giggled, "Mai je reviendrai avec vos affaires". She sashayed away as she stuffed her little notepad into her apron.

I looked back at Zeno as he sighed. "Is everything alright?" I asked him quietly.

"Yeah," he responded flatly. Zeno didn't really sound convincing. And he knew that. "She just-. Just a little weirded out."

"Oh?" I spoke, "Why's that?" I leaned onto my elbows as I remained solid eye contact to let him know that I'm all ears.

"The waitress is being fucking weird," he muttered under his breath.

Confusion was plastered across my face. "What do you mean?"

Zeno sighed. "You want to know what she told me? In front of you?"

For some reason, I knew that my blood was going to curdle. Nonetheless, I kept calm. "What'd she say?"

"I responded with what beverage I wanted. She told me that I could just have her instead," Zeno said lowly with frustration. "But don't make a scene. Don't be immature."

Yeah. My blood was curdling. I turned my head in search for the brunette. Little fucking bitch. Right in front of me?

"I need to fucking learn French," I snapped, "Can't believe she had the audacity to say that in FRONT of me!"

"Mel, it's fine-."

"It's obviously not fine-."

"No, you're right. It's not fine, but just-. Relax. Remember who I belong to, alright?"

I looked back at him. "Who do you belong to?"

He smiled. "You, of course." Zeno reached over for my hand and pulled it close to lips as he kissed it gently. A smile grew across my face. 

***

After lunch, we apparated somewhere in Sweden. 

Keunkehof Tulip Garden

"Holy shit," I muttered, "This place is-. It's stunning, Zeno." Our hands locked as we walked alongside one another. 

We were standing in the middle of a large tulip field located in Sweden. An archway labeled 'Keunkehof Tulip Garden' hovered over us. Zeno led me deeper into the garden as we looked around in awe. A mixture of all the colors on the color wheel in the form of beautiful tulips.

"You remember this garden? This specific location?" I asked.

Zeno softly chuckled. "How could I not? My dad takes my mum here every year. He'd bring me as a bag man when I was younger. I'd have to carry mum's shopping bags and baskets. Of course, my father would hold some, too. But his other hand was occupied with my mum's."

"Well, this is such a beautiful place, Zeno," I commented. "You brought the camera, right?"

We stopped in our tracks as he pulled out the disposable. "Yep."

I grabbed ahold of the camera and rolled the winder before it stopped winding. I held the camera up to my face and looked through the lense. "Strike a pose, my love. Go on," I softly giggled.

I backed up to get a better view of him. Zeno stood by yellow tulips with his hands in his pockets. Broad shoulders and all. Stunning. Beautiful. He smiled as he looked straight at the camera.

*Click*

"Do you want me to take a picture of you next?" Zeno asked from afar.

"Let's just take one together!" I shouted back. I jogged towards him as he had one arm open for my body. I pressed my back against him and held the camera so that it would face the both of us. "Can you take it? You're taller."

Zeno grabbed ahold of the camera and wound up the winder before it halted to a stop. He slung his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. Zeno kept his position with his lips on my skin as he took the picture from above with the tulips flowing gracefully behind us.

"I'm showing that to our kids," Zeno joked as he kissed my forehead.

"Kids?" I groaned.

"I'm joking," Zeno mumbled as his smile dropped. "No kids anytime soon. Does that sound alright with you?"

"Does that sound alright with you?" I asked him as we held hands again, striding along the pavement. 

He glanced around nervously. "I mean-. Would we have some later on in life?"

Oh, shit. He's thinking seriously. I looked up at him as he nipped at the bottom of his plump lip. "In our thirties."

Zeno's lips parted, though nothing came out. Until he came to terms. "Alright," he said confidently, "In our thirties it is. But until then, raw Ceptivo sex."

I playfully smacked his chest as he laughed. We looked around the tulip garden, took more photos, and admired the sun beaming onto our skin like there was no tomorrow. 

After Sweden, he apparated us to Greece. In specific, off the coast of the Aegean Sea in Santorini. In more detail, we ended up in a small village by a flower hut.

Berkshire Flowers

I looked at the dainty shop in awe. "You guys have a flower shop here?" I asked him as I approached the store. A kindred middle-aged woman stood by the cashier as her eyes lit up while looking at Zeno.

"Moro 'Enzo!" The frail woman blurted as she waltzed towards him with open arms. I step aside to make way for her as she engulfs him in a tight hug. "Hrthes na pareis loylodia?"

Zeno spoke through a smile. "No, I'm just showing my girlfriend around," he responded lightly as he pulled away from her embrace. Zeno gestured towards me as the woman turned her head. We looked at each other as I shot her a smile.

"Zabini? To moro toy Onyx?" the woman spoke in her native tongue. She turned back to Zeno as she approached me. "Looks like her mama."

"Thank you," I commented. She glanced at me once more and gave me a wide grin. 

"Den tha eímaste edó gia polý, Mama Nieta. To katástima faínetai ómorfo ópos pánta. Mou éleipses," Zeno spoke softly as he approached the kindred woman. He placed a kiss on her head before parting ways and siding with me, wrapping his hand around my waist. "Sas efcharistoúme pou mas kalosorísate."

"Fysiká!" she blurted with lit eyes. The woman glanced at me and grinned. "He is just like his father. Respectful. All Berkshires are respectful. Sweet people." The woman tried her very best to spew out English, and by surprise she did it effortlessly.

"I agree," I responded.

And with that, we said our good-byes before striding along the passageways of Santorini, Greece. Glancing over homes, white buildings with tints of blue and beautiful carvings filled every space in the crowded, large hill they call Santorini.

"You Berkshires own a flower shop here?" I asked again. "And that woman? Is she a family friend?"

"Father bought that vacant lot for my mum as an anniversary gift," he responded, "But I'm sole beneficiary to all of whatever's under the Berkshire name in Greece."

"There's more things in Greece that belongs to you all?" I guffawed.

"Mum loves Greece. Dad loves Mum. It balances out," he snickered, "And yes. That woman baby-sat Lola and I whenever our parents were out partying in the clubs of Greece."

I was appalled by the riches that the Berkshires had. It was no secret that they were one of the wealthiest people in West Bay, England. But it never occurred to me that they were this rich.

Zeno pulled out the camera as we stopped our tracks. "Stand by that home with the mural," he ordered. "Go on."

I obeyed as I walked towards the wall. I placed my back against the mural and smiled. He held the camera up to his face and wound up the film.

"You're beautiful," he commented as he clicked the button. "Shit, I'm lucky."

I approached him with open arms as I wrapped them around his feverish body. Head pressed against his chest, he rolled the wind again. Zeno brought the camera above us as I was smothered in his arms. He took another picture of the both of us with the scattered homes behind us.

"You want a picture with the mural?" I asked him as we continued to walk down the passageways.

"Nah, I have a bunch with Lola. Then with Lola and Prince," he softly chuckled. "We usually come here during the summer for a day or two."

"So that's where your little private jet takes you?" I asked.

"Speedy?" he grinned, "Speedy the Jet?"

A laugh escaped my lips at the name. His father, Lorenzo, insisted that Zeno name the jet. At the time, Zeno was 8 years old. He decided on fucking Speedy the Jet. Everyone had to pat the jet and say 'Take us safe, Speedy' before entering. Of course, everyone obeyed. Everyone obeyed but Draco. All he did was say 'Take us safe or so help me god I blow you up before you blow US up'.

"Yes," I mumbled, "Speedy the Jet."

We ended up in a small-town bar and shared a few drinks. Zeno and I took more pictures together. Silly ones, adorable ones, kissing ones, and very formal ones. While we walked around Greece, the warm sun rays made it difficult for us. He held both of our coats in one hand, and my hand in the other. My lovely gentleman.

"Would you like to go to London for our last trip?" Zeno suggested as we sat on a bench that faced the Aegean Sea, "Or do you want to go home?"

"We can go to London," I replied, "I could use some cold air right now."

He softly chuckled and took my hand. "If you insist."

With a split second, we apparated in London in a discreet location. He handed me my coat as we both put them on. The harsh winter winds brushed against our skins as I shivered out of shock. From coming from a warm area to a cold one, it was quite overwhelming. I definitely should've prepared myself. His hand reached for mine as we merged onto a busy sidewalk among other people.

"A couple more pictures and we go?" Zeno asked. I looked up at him as our eyes met. 

I nodded as we trudged towards a small bridge with a beautiful scenery behind it. I grabbed the camera from his pocket and stood back. I waved my hand and gestured him to stand by the railing.

"Smile for me, love!" I shouted through the crowd. I wound the film until it stopped and hovered my finger over the button. Instead of a smile, he pouted.

I took the picture anyway.

"Mel," he sighs, "You took the picture while I was bloody pouting. Please take it again."

I rolled my eyes as my finger hovered over the button. Zeno posed with a subtle and cheeky smile. Before the real taking of the picture, I took a quick mental picture for me.

In all honesty, I love the pouting picture better.

I applied pressure onto the button as the flash resonated on his olive skin. "You look stunning, my love," I commented through my smirk.

Zeno smiled as he crept forward. He took his hand and slithered it behind my lower back. As he pulled me closer, his warm wet lips pressed against mine.

"Not as stunning as you, darling," Zeno mumbled onto my lips as he finished his sentence with another kiss. "Now, where else do you want to take pictures?"

***

The sun made room for the crescent moon as the light of the orb gleamed over its people. The both of us finally apparated back home with a disposable full of memories.

"Did you have a great time?" Zeno question as we climbed my porch, "Was it too much?"

"Of course I had a great time, Zeno," I smirked, "It wasn't too much. I promise."

I cupped his face as we stood by my door way. His hand crept a behind the nape of my neck as he dove for a kiss. Our lips locked as his tongue gently swiped at the bottom of my lip for entrance. With that, I gaped my mouth open. His tongue gently brushed against my own as I gripped onto his coat.

Our kissing lingered for a couple seconds before pulling away. "I had an amazing time, Zeno."

Zeno smiled. "I'm glad."

"Thank you for taking me around,"

"Thank you for allowing me."

I turned to open the door, but before I entered, I glanced at him once more. "I love you."

His pinks turned crimson as the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle smile. "I love you."

I walked into my home as he walked off my porch. I closed the door behind me and immediately placed my back against the door. I huffed.

That was an amazing date. Fucking hell. 

Rumbling came from the kitchen as it sparked curiosity. I sped towards the kitchen to see a handful of fucking parents taking shots.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" I beamed.

Mum, dad, Draco, Lucille, Luna, and Lorenzo turned to me with shot glasses in their hands. Guilty.

"Pregaming!" Luna exclaimed as she hit the shot glass on the table before downing the alcohol. She scrunched her face and squealed at the excitement. I was puzzled. To the fucking max.

The rest of the parents followed as they downed their shots. Still, I stood there with confusion riddled in my body. All the parents seemed like they were dressed to go out for the night.

"How was your date, darling?" Lorenzo asked me, "Did he take you to Santorini?"

I nodded yes. "Yeah, we met-."

"That's great," Draco interrupted as he diverted his attention back to the adults riling up in the kitchen, "Are we going to leave now? Before my children beg me not to fucking go?"

The adults laughed as I rolled my eyes. "Mum? Where are you all headed?"

"Most of our kids were out, so we decided that it'd be nice for us to go out for a change," she responded, "Clubbing like the good old days. Adulting is stressful. We all need this."

"We definitely do," Lucille added as she hopped off the kitchen swivel, "I already told my lovelies that their father and I wouldn't be back until... 3 A.M?"

My eyes widened. "Three fucking A.M.?"

"Well, we're grown adults," Lorenzo bickered, "We can do whatever the hell we want, don't you think?"

"By all means, go ahead," I responded, "I just-. I don't think I've ever had my parents out that late."

"We used to leave you guys with baby-sitters," my dad snickered, "That's what we get for having you guys so bloody young. In our early 20's with fucking children. We found ways around the whole thing."

"Amen to that," Lorenzo raised his shot glass.

I rolled my eyes as I ascended the flight of stairs. The laughter and chatter continued from the kitchen as I got to my room.

I swung my door open and kicked it closed. I kicked off my boots and shoved them to the side, hung up my coat, slipped out of the jean and top, unlatched my bra slipped into a large white t-shirt that belonged to my father in an instant. 

I immediately plummeted myself onto my bed and melted in the comfort of my sheets. My body felt so overworked after all the walking and apparating. I closed my eyes in hopes that I slip into a deep slumber.

But it was rudely interrupted when my father swung my door open.

"We're leaving!" he shouted with excitement, "There's food in the fridge. You go on and help yourself when you get hungry, alright? Love you! Bye!"

Before I could respond, he swung my door closed and headed out. I got up from my bed in disappointment and locked the door, then found myself back onto my bed in no time.

Fucking hell, drunk adults piss me off. I turned over on my side and huffed. The soft duvet covers pressed against my warm skin as the moon shone into my room. I could feel the faint warmth from the bright star in the sky, and it truly brought inner peace.

It also mused to make me reflect on my day. I don't think I've ever been in such peace before. Sometimes, I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. Everything today felt too good to be true. But in the end, realization surfaced as I knew that I am truly in love with Zeno Berkshire. Truly in love.

I closed my eyes as a smile absently played across my face at the thought of Zeno and his green eyes. Soon, my mind slipped into something rather... obscene.

His broad shoulders. His defined back. Chiseled features. Large hands. Muscular arms, and how fucking great they look while in tight clothing. And his thighs? Oh, how I love his thighs. I reminisced how his large warm hands would grip onto my tender skin, and how the rings would press against me. He'd hold onto me with no intent of ever letting go, all while plummeting into me mercilessly. 

Drowsiness soon took over as my body felt as if it were melting into my sheets. 

Rudely interrupted again.

A tap from my window emitted as I jolted out of fright. I shot up from my bed and pushed the curtains from my window aside to see Zeno in a white shirt and grey sweatpants.

Fuck, he looks beautiful. The way his skin glistens as the moon smothers him like a mother's kisses with their newborn. Oh, how I wish I could just smother him with mine.

I unlatched the lock of my window and lifted the pane. He sticks his leg in, and the rest of his body followed. 

"Can I help you?" I asked as I crossed my arms across my body. He closed the window behind him and turned back around to face me. Zeno's stare deemed intimidating as he kept inching closer; slowly but surely.

"Hi," he said softly. "My parents aren't home. Are yours?"

"No," I responded coolly, "I think all our parents are out together. Malfoys included."

"Figured," he replied as he sat at the edge of my bed, "Do you mind if I spend more time with you here?"

I looked into his eyes and instantly knew the look. He wanted to make love. His green eyes bled through my irises as he stared deeper awaiting a response. A move. 

"I don't mind," I say, "What would you like to do?"

Silence lingered. The air between us grew a tad bit thicker as I stood in just my white shirt and underwear. His hand planted onto my waist as he pulled me closer to him. He parted his legs as I stood between them. Zeno placed both his hands at the sides of my thighs as he gripped gently.

"I just want to-. God, I just want to touch you, Amelie," he breathed as his grip grew intense. He looked up at me and bit the bottom of his lip. "Can I? Can I touch you?"

"You're already touching me, Zeno," I said lowly, "I see to it that you can't get enough of me?"

"I can never get enough of you, Amelie," he muttered under his breath as he lifted the bottom of my shirt, "This-. This shirt. I want to take it off."

My throat tightened as goosebumps formed all around my body. Even my nipples hardened. Fucking hell, that's how I know how turned on I am. 

"Take it off of me," I spoke softly. 

He obeyed immediately. Zeno didn't hesitate as he lifted the shirt off of me. He tossed my shirt onto the ground as his hands rested firmly onto my waist. He gazed over my bottom with his mouth gaped open slightly. 

"You're so beautiful, Mel," Zeno whispered as his face inched closer to my stomach, "So perfect to me." His lips brushed against my abdomen as he gently placed a kiss between my breast. His kisses trailed down stopping before my belly button as his hand traveled behind my back, pulling me closer.

Soon enough, I was found straddled on his lap as his hands gripped my ass. He placed wet kisses all over my chest, shoulders, collarbones, and stomach. 

"Oh, this feels good," I mumbled through my soft pattering moans, "You really know how to love me, Zeno."

"Anything *kiss* for *kiss* you, Mel," he spoke through kisses. Zeno parted his lips as his tongue brushed against my breast. I sucked in my breath at the sudden shock. His tongue glided across my breasts as he paid the most attention to my nipples.

"Oh, fffuck," I moaned as I knocked my head back. Nipples are the most sensitive. He knows this.

Zeno gently sucked my breasts as he gripped onto my ass, kneading it like his life depended on it. Beneath my waist, his erection grew and pressed against me. His lips traveled to my neck, sucking and nipping, then back at my breasts. His right hand slithered behind my back as he felt my body slowly aching to be laid down. His hand was there for support. 

"I love you," he said against my skin, "I love you more than you know, Amelie."

Zeno lifted me by the thighs as he flipped me over. His body was now over mine. His kisses trailed down from my breasts to my stomach, then to my thighs. His teeth grazes against my hips as he tugs my underwear off with his mouth. His teeth bites down onto the lace as he drags them down to my knees. He removes them completely with his hand and tosses my underwear onto the ground. Zeno pries my legs apart as he licks his lips.

"I love you, Mel," he breathes as he looks into my eyes. I look down as he's positioned between my legs.

"I love you, more," I respond. 

His hands grip onto my thighs as his mouth comes in tact with my pussy. I arch my back at his touch. His tongue slides between me as he toys with my clit at a gentle pace. Zeno's hands massage my hips as he passionately eats me out. He sucks my clit, slides his tongue inside me, and groans at my squirming,

"You taste so good, Mel," he speaks softly before proceeding to perform oral sex.

I buck my hips against his tongue as my breathing soon becomes labored. Zeno pulls away from between my pooling self and lips his lips. He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out the damned pocket knife that we both seem to love.

"Don't be afraid," he breathes as he flicks the knife open, "Trust me."

"Could never be afraid," I speak quietly, "I trust you."

He positions himself between my legs as he turns the knife to the dull part of the blade. Zeno starts at my chest as he trails down slowly. Zeno watches me squirm at the cold touch of his knife. He runs the knife gently over my breast, circling back and brushing lightly against my nipples. I arch my back at the sudden coldness. 

"Do you like that?" He asks me. "Do you like the risk of getting hurt, Mel?"

I nod. "Mhm," I mumble. 

Zeno picks up his knife and swipes his thumb against the sharp part of his knife. A hiss emitted from his lips as the beads of blood surfaced from his thumb. It's no shock to me anymore like it used to. Zeno tosses the knife to the side of me.

Zeno runs his thumb over my chest, my breasts, and at my nipples. His blood trails over my body as he stares at me with his DNA smothered over me. His mouth is slightly ajar. I shudder at his touch by my nipples. 

"Fuck, you're so goddamn hot, Mel," he mutters harshly as he crashes his lips against mine.

His hand maneuvers towards my face as he sticks his thumb into my mouth. The coppery taste of his blood lingers on my tongue, then at the back of my throat. I suck his thumb enough for it to stop the flow. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth as he, too, sucks his thumb. Once more, our lips crash against one another.

He lowers his head to my body as he licks the trail of his own blood. He pays more attention to my nipples as I squirm once more.

"Ah-. Fuck, please yes!" I moan. Zeno is well aware of my weak spots; my breasts being one of them.

After he licks up all his blood, he pulls his lips away from my body and looks over me.

"Turn over, Mel," he orders huskily. "Turn over."

I lift myself up as I turn my body over. His hand presses against my upper back as he pins me down onto my bed. He raises my waist as he grips my ass.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath, "You are a goddamn Goddess, Amelie."

"And you're my God," I smirk. A hoarse chuckle emits from the both of us, but it soon withered as the tension was stronger than anything in this room.

From behind, I could hear the snap of his waistband. I turn my head to see him stroking his dick slowly all while looking down at my arched back. His hand aggressively grasps onto my waist, and his other hand guides himself inside me.

The tip of his hard dick enters my pussy slowly as I abruptly arch my back out of shock. "Fuck," I shudder. It's been a few days since I've had him inside me, but every time we have sex it's as if it's my first time all the time.

"You alright?" Zeno queried through his deep voice.

"Mhm," I assured him as I gripped onto the sheets.

Soon enough, he plundered deeper as a sharp gasp escape my throat.

"You feel so good, darling," he mumbles through his seethed groans, "Do I feel good? Hmm?" Zeno pumped into me a bit faster as he gripped harder onto my ass. "Does Daddy feel good?"

The nickname instantly sent chills around my body. My senses were immediately heightened as I felt every detail of his dick inside me. His hips thrusted against mine with growing force as a moan, gasp, and breath escaped my throat.

"You do feel good, baby," I moan, "so good-. Oh-. Don't stop-. Fuck," I mutter as his pounding grew intense. "Shit, Zeno."

His hips bucked harder. His hand found a fistful of my curls as the other hand crept around my neck. He pinned me against the bed by my neck as he fucked me with all his might.

"Fuck back," he orders, "Fuck back, Amelie. Fuck me back—shit Mel-."

I find myself thrusting against his hips as our skin comes together over and over. A low grumble comes from him. Our hips and movement are in sync. I push myself against him more as his dick consistently hits against my cervix.

"Oh my—fucking hell, Amelie," he groans, "you feel so good. I—. You fuck like a slut."

"Yeah?" I mumble through labored breathing, "It takes one to know one."

A low, mocked laugh emitted from his bellowing chest. "Oh, that's—really—how you—feel—Mel?"

With that, as if the pounding couldn't get any more intense, his thrusts become overpowering. Screams come from my throat as my eyes soon water up.

I'm grabbing ahold of the sheets as he mercilessly pounds into me. Plummeting into my body like he hates every atom. Zeno grabs onto my waist with such aggression.

Deep moans come from him as our breathing is also labored.

"Ah—fuck—oh—fuck!" I moan. "Zeno, please."

My body is overflowing. Hormones are eager to release as my heart palpitates. Goosebumps form all around my body as my chest tightens.

"Feels so fucking—good—how you—swell—up around my dick, Mel," he groans. Zeno lowers his head and kisses my neck, trailing down to my back, then back at my neck. Zeno pants aggressively against my skin as I feel his mouth gape open over my shoulder. He bites down as a whimper emits from my throat.

"Z—eno!" I whimper.

Stinging thrills my body as I feel him licking where he bit me. I assume he's broken skin.

"Fuck—I—fuck, Mel," he moans, "Ceptivo."

High off climaxing, the both of our bodies come in sync. My body tightens around him as I clench my fists against the sheets. Stars shoot behind my eyes, our bodies pumping with hormones and adrenaline. We both tremble at our intense orgasm. He lets go of my hair as he pants aggressively.

Zeno slowly pulls out of me as I wince. He plunders himself beside me as I lower my waist. Laying on my stomach while he lays on his back, my hand reaches over his chest. My palm can feel his heart beating immensely. The moon glistens over his flustered complexion. The both of us are covered in a light sheet of sweat.

I move closer slowly as I sling my leg over his body. His arm slithers beneath my neck as he pulls me closer into an embrace. We accompany one another with our breathing that would soon stabilize, as well as our heartbeats.

I pressed my head against his chest as he kisses my forehead a few times before inhaling deeply.

"I love you," he said through his panting, "A lot. So much. With everything."

I look up at him and kiss his jaw. "I love you more, Zeno."

Together, we lay intertwined on my bed. It took us a while to stabilize our heartbeats and breathing, but once we managed, we positioned ourselves in the middle of the bed with my bedsheets over us.

Underneath the duvet covers, our bodies are pressed up against one another. Our arms and legs intertwined. While resting, he absently rubbed my back which effortlessly put me to sleep.

And so I slept to the sound of his pattering heart. 

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December 2014 | Flashback

"Uncle," he stammered, "Uncle you have to—to help me. You need to help me-."

"Fucking hell," the blonde muttered under his breath, "How could you let this happen? Are you a fucking idiot?"

The 15-year old looked at his uncle with mere regret—mere guilt.

"I—I don't know-."

"Just be quiet," he hissed as he took a sip of his bourbon, "Just—Just let me think."

The blonde paced his kitchen back and forth as his nephew sat on the kitchen swivel with sweating palms. The boy never took his eyes off his uncle as he anticipated him to speak.

Soon, the blonde stopped his tracks and met eyes with his guilt-ridden, idiotic nephew.

"Okay," he breathed, "Here's what we'll do."

The boy inhaled deeply. "I'm listening."

He took another sip of his beverage before slamming it onto the table.

"You can't tell anyone about this, do you hear me?"

The boy nodded yes immediately.

"First," the blonde spoke, "You bring her to me. I'll handle everything else."

"But—Uncle, I-."

"I said I'll handle everything else. You've done enough."

Silence lingered. Shame and frustration pent up in the walls of the kitchen.

"Ceptivo," the blonde said, "A charm I should've known back then. Cast it from this fucking point on. Fuck's sake."

The boy gulped in his seat.

"Okay," he responded lowly as he looked down at his lap. "I'm-. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he responded, "Be careful. That's it. Just-. Fuck."

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OKAY. GOOD NIGHT. IT'S 6:24 AM AND I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE. I AM SO FUCKING SLEEPY. HOLY SHIT. 

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