Chapter 24 Desire


    His hands caress my body. They run slowly up my waist and back. They run over my abdomen and my


    breasts. I feel him everywhere, and I like that. It fascinates me. Combined with the memories of the


    night before our wedding and this moment, plus the longing I had to see him and know that he came


    out of the surgery well, the desire I feel is voracious. I need to possess him. I need to feel him


    everywhere, to feel that I am his and he is mine.


    “Easy,” he whispers.


    Without knowing how and why, I gently push him to the edge of the bed, still with our mouths entwined


    and our lips in a dramatic story of unbridled pleasure. We end up lying with our arms and legs


    entwined. He starts to take off my dress without delicacy. I don’t care what happens and throw it on the


    floor. I undo the buttons covering Darío’s slightly hairy chest. I am anxious; my hands shake as I hold


    him for a couple of seconds.


    He sighs against my lips.


    “No hurry, my beautiful dragonfly. No hurry. I’ve waited too long for this moment,” he murmurs


    melodiously next to my mouth.


    I almost think I melt.


    “I want you,” I confess in a voice I almost don’t recognize as my own.


    I’m eager to feel him inside me.


    How perverse I have be!


    I never felt this unbearable rush with Lucian, this out-of-control carnal desire, the trembling in my


    hands, and how thirsty my lips are. The only thing that can quench this thirst so earthly, so perverse, is


    Darío’s own mouth. He runs his lips across my cheeks, palpating them as if for the first time.


    “I want you too. I did it from day one. I’ve wanted you, and I’ve tried to control myself.”


    “Don’t do it anymore.” I take courage and kiss him again. In the meantime, I finish taking off his shirt


    and throw it somewhere in the room.


    He returns each kiss and increases the strength of his grip. The way he bites my lower lip makes me


    lose control. I climb on his hips and ride him like he’s my steed.


    “You’re a fierce one. You got me...” He closes his mouth and purses his lips as he feels me rub against


    his member. “Oh, God...! If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to do everything I want to you.”


    “I’m yours, your wife, and you can do whatever you want to me inside our bedroom.”


    “Whenever you want,” he adds with a smile.


    “I’m always going to want you.”


    “I’m not so sure about that.” His voice breaks, but he clears his throat and continues. “I’m not going to


    ruin this moment I’ve dreamed of so much.”


    “I’m not going to forget about it,” I tell him, so he knows I’ve understood.


    I know where his mind is going.


    I know what he’s referring to.


    And he’s wrong.


    My interest in Darío does not lie in whether he can see me or not, because the instant I realized that


    this man could love me as no one ever had, nor I believe ever will, he gave me unmeasured pleasure,


    surrender in body and soul. I was with that stranger under the simple moonlight, inplete darkness,


    with only the stars illuminating our bodies. Even so, without being able to see his face, I knew I could


    trust him, that I could spend my life by his side. My heart cried out to me. Knowing that he would be my


    husband, I could not contain my happiness. However, I realized that there are too many secrets that


    surround Darío, to the point of him being blind now without knowing the exact reason.


    “Later.” He reaches for my lips again.


    I move closer to his face to make it easier for our mouths to meet.


    I’m left with nothing but my panties and bra, which, without much work, Darío removes and drops it to


    the floor.


    “Desperate?”


    “Distressed, eager to have you, to possess you for the first time...”


    I stand still, pull away from his lips and look at him, confused.


    First time? Doesn’t he remember that we already had a first time? Doesn’t he know that I was the


    woman he made love to on the shores of Lake Di Tenno?


    “Darío...”


    “What? What’s wrong? Why are you walking away like that, beautiful?”


    “It’s not our first time,” I blurt out after a few long seconds. I try to stay on my feet.


    In a way, he knows I’m that young girl who gave him her virginity.


    I gave him my virginity, my body! He even took my heart that very night!


    What if fate puts you with the same person twice in your life?


    That happened to me, and it turns out he doesn’t know.


    “Do you think I wouldn’t remember doing it? On our wedding night, you came up to the room, and we


    did absolutely nothing. Our union was not consummated. I don’t understand you.”


    “It’s just...” I don’t even know how to say it. I stare at him; his eyes are watching me even more


    confused than mine must be.


    I’m on his hips. I rub his erect, rock-hard member. My sex radiates an inner warmth I never thought


    possible to have. I feel wet, but my desire is stunned, fried, frozen.


    Does he really not know?


    “How much has your memory been affected? How did this happen to you enough to make you have


    surgery?”


    “It’s not the right time to talk about it, Tatiana. You’re naked on me.”


    “I’m not naked. I’m wearing panties.” I put my hands on my hips, an automatic gesture I make when I’m


    ufortable with something.


    “Get off, please,” he asks me after a few eternal seconds without saying half a word.


    “But...”


    “Get off, Tatiana.” This time his tone is harsher, less yful, and loving, not like a few minutes ago. I


    don’t understand how it’s possible for him to be both versions in one person. He can be loving and


    tender, also cold as an iceberg. That same coldness takes over my body, so I move to leave his body


    and stay on the mattress. I cover my chest with the blue satin sheet to match the entire room. Days


    ago, I did a little remodeling: I removed some things and decorated others under my taste. I don’t care


    about the circumstances under which Darío became a widower. I hate myself for the selfish thought,


    but life goes on, and he decided to get married for whatever reason. Now I am in his life, and I must


    mark my space.


    That made me feel better in the first few hours. Then I thought that Darío was not ready to let histe


    wife rest in peace, nor to start over. Instead, he tried to love me.


    He rises from the bed. His chest is darker than his body, for he wears tiny hairs as dark as night, coiled


    and delicate, silently inviting me to run my hands over them.


    “You and I haven’t made love. We haven’t had sex. I don’t know what you’re up to and what you want


    to aplish with this. Are you pregnant? Did you get pregnant and decide to marry me? Do you want


    to make me believe that this child you’re expecting is mine?”


    I am left with my jaw unhinged as I listen to the string of facies, lies, and contradictions that Darío


    spews out of his mouth. Is this man crazy? Doesn’t he listen to what he says?


    “You are insane!” I get off the bed and go to him. I drag the poor sheet. “Of course, we made love. You


    were already with me. I’ve been trying to tell you for days! You took my virginity! You were the first man


    I trusted to give my body to!”


    “Tatiana, that’s absurd. It’s illogical! So illogical is that you pretend I’m going to believe you. I don’t


    know what you were told in my absence and who told you about my condition, but you’re not going to


    manipte me.”


    “Is that what this is about? Do you think I’m manipting you? Who hurt you so much that you would


    doubt your own wife like this?” I start to cry and feel his hands around me. “Get away! Get off me! You


    hurt me. You denigrate me. You use me of being a slut, getting pregnant, and manipting you into


    making me your wife. You can’t use me of those atrocities, of being a horrible person and then want


    tofort me.”


    “You are not a horrible person.” This one, I hear his voice calmer, less out of control. “However, you


    have to believe me when I tell you that you and I have never been together.”


    “Then what? Who did I give my virginity to?”


    “Don’t yell like that. Don’t talk so loud.”


    “Why? Are you afraid others will hear how absurd your words are? Do you think others think you


    married a whore?”


    “Tatiana!” He tries to grab me again, but I pull away and walk to the door. I open it and leave him


    standing. He turns at the sound of my footsteps.


    I know he can’t see me. I’ve always heard that when one of the five senses is affected, the others


    intensify their performance.


    “I will leave. You don’t trust me and what happened.” My cheeks are pitiful, and my eyes burn from


    trying to control the fall of my tears. “You don’t want me around.”


    “I didn’t say that. I didn’t say I don’t trust you either. But, Tatiana, for God’s sake,e. Get away from


    the door ande,” he begs me. I almost feel my feet fly to him. “Come and let’s talk.”


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    “We have nothing more to talk about on the subject. You say you weren’t with me, and I know you


    were, I know you were, because believe it or not, it was at my twenty-third birthday that I lost my


    virginity, and guess what, it was with you!”


    “Tatiana...”


    “No, I can’t talk to you or see you, not until you’re ready to listen to me and not judge me like I’m some


    random bitch who sleeps with any idiot and then doesn’t know which one.”


    “Maybe it wasn’t me, did you ever stop to think that maybe it was...” he runs his hand over his face, “my


    brother?”


    “Fuck you!” I hiss before walking away and leaving him alone in our bedroom.