Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 145
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[Tobias’s Oddsion – 11PM]
Tobias had the maids cook dinner immediately he arrived with Seraphina thirty minutes ago.
Now, the meal is ready. Late, but still worth eating as they’re both seriously famished. They didn’t get it to the bedroom, Tobias wanted them to eat at the dinning, and the maids set the dinning to the taste of the two.
The two came down on the lift with Seraphina holding his arm and resting her head on it.
She wore his shirt which barely covered her ass. Front buttons are only half done too.
They sat across each other and dug into the dishes, eating richly, but Seraphina struggled with her dish.
“It’s a special pasta. You have to roll it with your fork and dip it in the thick red sauce.” Tobias helped.
“Haven’t had it before,” she replied shyly, doing just as he told her.
She had a forkful, gasping.
“It’s good!”
“It’s that good?” He gave her a look.
“Seriously, it melted in my mouth…felt like I was eating memories..” she inhaled.
“Now you’re exaggerating,” he scoffed. “It’s not all that.”
“But it’s delicious!” She argued. “Don’t talk about my pasta that way.”
“Your pasta?” He frowned.
“Yeah!” She blinked.
He had a sip of his wine and returned to his meal, chewing slowly.
Seraphina looked up, smiling when she saw how cold he already looked.
“Fine, I was joking… it’s not that good. Nothing can be as good as you, of course. And the only mine is you, not the pasta.” She said.
He had another sip from his wine.
“Come on,” she touched his arm.
He gave her a blank stare.
“Come on nowww, Tobias…” She pouted cutely.
“Shit, I can’t even get mad…” He loosened up.
“You were jealous that I said the pasta was good and that it was mine,…” She laughed shortly, lifting a forkful of salad to his mouth.
He opened up and took it, chewing modestly again.
“You chew like you’re studying the taste, it’s interesting to watch.” She commented, grinning.
“I’m indeed studying it…” He smiled boyishly, making her blush.
“Gawd, I love that smile too…the way it makes your chin dimple deepen.” She gushed like a fan girl.
“You’re silly,” he smiled again, sipping again while peeking at her.
“Now don’t act like you don’t love my compliments the way I love yours…” She teased again. “That chin dimple doesn’t only deepen when you smile, it also depends when you cum.”
“Does it?” He smirked.
“Very,” she laughed.
“Have you always been this talkative?” He dropped his fork. “I can’t even eat in a breathe.”
She chuckled, drinking water.
“There’s just a lot to talk about you, and I can’t stop myself, especially after the insane head you gave me at the fountain. Now everytime I drive past that fountain, I’ll get flashbacks.”
“I like that,” he gave her a intentional state which made her blush.
She returned to her food, deciding to focus and get it over with.
Tobias didn’t bother picking his fork anymore. He relaxed, holding the wine glass still in front of his face.
Instead of continuing his meal, he watched her eat, taking large spoonfuls which filled her mouth.
She doesn’t shy in front of him, and it’s an interesting watch too.
Her hair kept falling inside her plate though, and she kept brushing it back till he got up and brought out a hairband from his pocket.
He rounded the table, went to her and packed her hair in a palm before banding it.
She didn’t even look up. She continued the meal peacefully till he returned to his seat and resumed his wistful watch. He didn’t miss a single one from her little movements.
The way she chews with big cheeks, and the way her big eyes are almost covered by her lashes when she chews. The way her small lips stay a little bit greasy, and the way she darts out her tongue to lick it.
It made him smile without even knowing.
For someone who has been through hell like her, he wants to her see get everything she wants. If she wakes up one day and decides she wants the sky to fall, he wouldn’t hesitate to drag the clouds from heavens.
He’d bring it to her in a gift wrap and deliver it at her feet.
He’d do anything, for this woman. Anything to make sure she never cries sadly again for the rest of her life. The only time she’d cry is if he fûcks her too good and she can’t take it.
He’d do Anything to make sure she has a reason to smile always. Anything to make sadness remain a past tense for life.
As he thought took the last sip from his wine glass and dropped it, her head came up slowly.
“You’re not eating anymore?” She asked innocently.
“I’m full,” he stood.
“Me too!” She dropped his fork and rose to her feet too after drinking enough water.
He took her hand, and they climbed the lift again, proceeding back upstairs. She rested her head on his arm again, closing her eyes.
He took her fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed her new nails.
“Thought you forgot,” she opened her eyes delightedly.
“I’ll kiss your nails after every nail appointment, from now on.” He stated frankly, and her smile deepened.
They didn’t stop staring at each other till they arrived at his room.
He made her sit on the bed edge and raised her legs, kissing her new short toenails too, deep.
“Every part of you.” He looked up, kissing her eyes too. “Will be worshiped, cherished, and adored.”
She melted, again.
“Tobias,” she whispered, emotions getting the best of her again.
He pulled her up and took her into a breathtaking hug which she reciprocated immediately.
Her arms went around him too, and his lips went attached to her neck again, rebranding the hickey.
Her eyes went shut, and she greedily inhaled him as much as he’s doing her. Her knees turned to jelly.
Her heartbeats became sporadic.
She just knew this already went deeper than she could control.
This is more than ordinary.
Far from ordinary.
This man is engraving himself in her, and she’s loving every bit of it.
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