Show Me Your Soul

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Chapter 28 (v.1) - You Pierce My Soul

Submitted: June 22, 2017

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Submitted: June 22, 2017




~ You Pierce My Soul ~




I had never thought that my Friday afternoon would be at the airport of Los Angeles, waiting in the boarding lounge for the flight to Chicago.

With Ace by my side.

I tapped my phone against my thigh, somehow expecting a call from home, a message, anything. My parents weren’t delighted – as expected, but, hell, I was furious, and similar to a storm, no one could stop me. Mom had been trying to appease me, and kept reminding me that I should consider this. That I was rushing things, eventually.

No. If anything, I was taking things in action. I wasn’t rushing, I had made up my mind. Just as they’d made their decision. I wanted to get away and the longer we kept staying here, the more I feared Ace would change his mind. Also, what was holding me here? I needed some time apart.

“Everything okay?” Ace laid his hand over mine, stopping my movement.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just… can’t believe we’re here.”

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He eyed me from the corner of his eyes. One word from me that this might be a stupid idea would be enough and he would carry me out of this airport, I knew that.

“Yes, totally! I still want to go. I just thought you might have changed your mind. You’re a handful with your mood swings, you know.”

He grinned. “Honestly, I was hoping you’d change your mind. But if you still want it that badly–”

“Yes, I do.”

He growled something under his breath, but didn’t say anything further. 

The stewardess called to prepare for the boarding which was our signal.

The flight was unspectacular. Except a few words, Ace and I didn’t say very much. Even though I didn’t want to, I kept thinking about my parents and my sister.

Ace was in an equal mode of reservation. The longer we were up in the air, the more he got tenser. Part of me felt bad for possibly dragging him into something he clearly didn’t want to do, and a rising voice was telling me that this might not be a promising idea.

Time passed so fast, I couldn’t believe when they said we arrived. Once we had our luggage back, Ace walked straight to the reception, and asked for a car.

Apparently, there were two options. A huge, black SUV or a Volvo. I glanced at Ace and saw a flicker in his eyes, basically saying “I’d rather drive in a carriage than this fucking car.”

I watched the unfamiliar surroundings as we left the O’Hare airport and headed to the parking lot.

The fresh air brushed my hair out of my way.

“We should look for the nearest hotel”, I said, already searching in my phone.

“That’s not necessary.”

I raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth curled up to a killing smirk when he looked my confused face. This was the first time I’d seen a hint of a smile on his face today, and that little gesture made my heart leap.

“I still have my apartment here”, he explained, as he put our luggage in the car.

My eyes went wide. “Your apartment?”

He nodded indifferently. I opened my mouth, but only a hysterical chuckle came out. “Sorry. I forgot. Your Dad’s a billionaire.” The questions of how, why and how much died on my lips, though. Better not ask.

A vein on his forehead popped up at the mention of Thomas. I gulped.

“But first, I want to show you something”, he added casually and I eyed him suspiciously. He didn’t give any further hints and I didn’t give him the satisfaction of asking. He knew how much it annoyed me when someone tried to surprise me. I tuned in to a different radio station they had here and listened to Rihanna singing about love and drugs. I enjoyed the ride, even if I had no clue where we were heading to.

We drove for quite a while when finally, he pulled the car over. I stepped out and let the dry air caress my skin, my hair. I’d tried to figure out where he was taking me, but since I’d never been in Chicago before, everything was unfamiliar and new to me. The streets, the people, the shops. We left the headlights and the huge buildings, only the twilight of the night ahead.

I had a look around, but it seemed as if we were only on an isolated parking lot. Shaggy grass rustled in the breeze, almost black in the dimness, and formed a path next to some kind of park.

“You drove all the way to show me a parking lot?”, I said and couldn’t hide the humor in my voice.

“Yeah, since I know your incredible love for parking lots”, Ace said, sarcasm cloaking his voice. “Take a look at this high-quality parking lot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at me and took my hand, almost unconsciously, as if it was the most normal thing and started walking. I followed him silently. There was a sound of water in the distance. A faint sound, not like the Pacific. It was calmer.

My questions about why we were here faded as I looked at a wide spacious scenery. It was a picturesque place with old trees, strong wind and a huge lake, reflecting the sky and the buildings on the other side. A rocky shore was displaying in front of us and the Chicago skyline was reflected in the water. Rays of sunlight were shining in the water, glistening like diamonds. The vast, seemingly empty sky stretched out to infinity, it had a smattering of low level flat clouds that were spread-out to the horizon.

Up until now I realized we were at a peninsula. It was a breathtaking view.

“Where are we here?” I asked competently awestruck.

“At the South side of Promontory Point”, Ace explained.

“It’s the best spot to see Chicago’s skyline. Calm and far away from all the traffic. I used to go here often to cool my head off.”

 I raised both eyebrows. He shrugged. “Either I fought with someone or I went here.”

“Seems like a nice alternative”, I said.

He grinned. “It was. I just sat there. Sometimes with my friends but mostly I went here alone.”

We headed to a rocky bench near the lake and sat down.

It smelled differently here than at home. At home, when the wind blew from the Eastside, I could smell the desert. When I jogged along the beach, I smelled salt and sand. This place smelled differently. Good different, though. More like grass, and nature and juniper trees.

The sun was starting to change color. I watched the sky’s hue darken as the sun slowly settled into a magnificent flourish of ribbon-like fire, the brilliant sun rays gleam outlined the clouds in a blazing glow that signified the end of the day.

I watched as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the sky. First orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away into darkness.

Only the stars and crescent moon glistened in the obscuring blackness. Glancing at the horizon, the water merged with the sky, barely separable.

I leaned back on my elbows and stared at the stars. My astronomy knowledges sucked yet I figured a few constellations after a while.

“I’m sorry, Ace”, I whispered, my eyes still focused on the stars.

“For what?”, he asked, surprise filling his voice.

“Making you come here. Deal with my family problems. See me like this. Pick one.” I hugged my knees to my chest. My voice was thick and I blinked a few times. “You already–”

A heavy arm dropped over my shoulders and interrupted me. I looked up at him but he already pulled me against his chest, muffling my voice. 

“Don’t mention it”, he just said. And that was it. I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes. My grip tightened around his t-shirt. I zeroed in on his heartbeat, steady under my cheek.

We kept talking, about random things mostly and I didn’t mind. This was the most carefree moment I’d had for a long time and I enjoyed every second.

After a while, Ace yawned, shifting from the uncomfortable position. I looked at my watch.

“It’s getting late. We should go.”

He nodded. The drive to his apartment was quicker than expected. I used the time to catch a glimpse at the skyline while his apartment seemed to be literally at the other end of the city. At a fancy place at that considering the number of imposing high-class domiciles.

“So, this is your apartment?”, I asked, waiting for him to open the door, and caught myself wondering how it must look like.

“Yup. I used to live here with a friend of mine after high school.”

I stepped inside and the first thing I noticed was how… big it was. And new. Like modern-luxury new.

I walked from the hallway to the spacy living room. It was cozy and everything seemed in an unused state. It looked like they didn’t spend a lot of time here. Now I wondered where all those college parties took place.

Fresh painted white walls flanked the room where several shelves full of books stood. Like a magnet they pulled me and my fingers yearned to open one of them. Most of the book titles didn’t mean anything to me, let alone the authors. But they looked worn out, as if they had been read a few times.

“Your apartment looks… nice”, I said.

“Yeah, we didn’t spend a lot of time here.” Bullseye.

“How come it’s so neat here?” There were no signs of dust as one would expect from an abandoned place.

He shrugged. “I think Thomas’s staff looked after it. I guess he hoped I’d return some time or something.”

His voice was tense and I sensed Thomas was one topic he still didn’t want to talk about. Or visit him. Being too exhausted to ask further, I picked the only book that didn’t sound unfamiliar to me and settled on the couch.

“Are you hungry?”, he asked suddenly and grabbed his keys.

“A bit”, I answered, realizing how long it had been since I’d eaten something. “You?”

He smirked. “Starving. There’s a Chinese restaurant here. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and saw him leaving within seconds. 

I used the time to empty my bag and catch a glimpse at the rest of the apartment. There was a small kitchen, just as modern as the rest of the apartment yet also seemed completely unused. Probably never used before. Two large bedrooms were at the end of the hallway, each one equipped with a huge flat screen TV, mini-refrigerator and a monster bed.

The bathroom though made me gawk. Literally. I must’ve looked like an idiot that had never seen a bathroom, but truth was I had never seen a bathroom like this. Walls that looked like marble, tiny glittering lights above me that resembled the stars outside and fricking bathtub that was similar to a pool. At the other end of the room flanked a large shower with glazed walls.

Temptation was too great. Within seconds, my clothes landed on the floor as I stepped inside the shower. Hot water ran down my body and steam filled the room. I almost emptied my shampoo and even used Ace’s shower gel since I’d forgotten mine.

I could feel every muscle in my body relax, one by one. This was nice. More than nice. I felt like some fairytale princess that was living the good part. The part where she had been rescued and her prince taken her to his palace.

As I looked down at my shriveled fingertips, I heard the thud of a closing door. Surprised, I turned around, only to find Ace shirtless standing there.

I shrieked and my cheeks flamed, nearly matching the water temperature. Reflex moved my body and I crossed my arms over my chest which was still… kind of useless.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.

I didn’t get an answer. His fingers traveled to the zip of his jeans, yet his eyes were fixed on me. My question was superfluous. It was obvious what he was doing.

A sweet, warm tingle crept down my belly and laid between my legs as he stepped inside. A warmth I was already too familiar with.

Nervously, I looked down and felt my heartbeat increase tremendously. Even though I’d seen him shirtless a couple times before, even naked once, his hot body never failed to turn my legs into mush.

Water coursed down his torso, slicking his skin. I drank in the view of his Adonic physique, dipped and ripped in all the right places. My eyes traveled from his pecs that were a mass of kissable muscles down to his hips. I couldn’t help but stare at him, like a deer in headlights.

“Don’t cover yourself”, he said, his voice deep and rough.

I looked up and met his eyes. He touched my wrists and pulled them aside. As I watched his dark pupils enlarge, I could hear a swift intake of breath. Barely audible but it was there. A craving expression crept into his eyes and flowed to me. He put his hand gently on my cheek and bent down to kiss me.

A slow kiss, lingering, and with such a deep longing that I began to forget when the last time was when we had kissed. It seemed like too long. Almost painfully slow he was pressing his lips against mine and pulled back, repeatedly, like he knew it was maddening. 

“You, ah, wanted to save water, I guess”, I panted against his mouth.

He chuckled deeply, touching my lips with his index finger. “Told you. I care for our environment.”

Yeah… sure thing.

He kissed me again, hotter than any other time before. Ace deepened the kiss, tilting my head with his strong hand.

Teeth scraped lightly over my bottom lip, teasing me, as his tongue entwined with mine in a competitive dance. Completely unabashed, his hands roamed up and down my body. His wide palms and slim fingers glided across my shoulders and collarbone, trailing down the center of my chest and stroking softly over my breasts. They skimmed the flat planes of my stomach, traced the curve of my hips and butt, and then climbed up my back to repeat the process all over again. My entire body was trembling from his touch, as if his calloused fingers completed a circuit and were sending jolts of electricity coursing through me. Soon my hands were all over him the same way his hands were exploring my wet skin.

Hungrily, Ace ravaged my mouth while one hand curved around my butt to the inside of my thigh and hiked my leg to wrap it around his waist.

My breath hitched in my throat as a familiar, throbbing ache returned to me when Ace dragged his hand over the skin of my thigh and pulled me closer.

He groaned and cupped my bottom with both hands, rocking his hips so I could feel him responding between my thighs.

He pulled back and I needed several moments to recover from our drugging kisses.

“You want me”, I stated, wrapping his thick, wet hair between my fingers.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He was breathing hard.

“Say it.”

He took a step forward until my back grazed the cold tile. His thumb moved from the firm peaks of my breast down to my hip. As his hand arrived between my legs, a short gasp left my mouth. Air fled my lungs. My pulse was pounding and my thoughts in a heady, clouded swirl.

He sank down on his knees and looked up as I shifted, unsure what he was going to do next.

His hand easily made its way in between my legs. A blast surged through me when he rubbed his hand relentlessly against me.

“I want you”, he whispered. “I fucking want you.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. The view of him kneeling in front of me magnetized me like nothing else could. My eyelids fluttered against the droplets but there was something I saw clearer the more I blinked. Something dark on his back.

A… tattoo?

My lips parted but any coherent thought left my mind when Ace suddenly pressed his finger inside me. A shocked gasp escaped my lips, making me close my eyes. He kept stroking that one spot that made my legs tremble. Automatically, I put my hands on his shoulders, anchoring to him like I might crash once I’d come undone.  

Suddenly he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue. The effect was instantaneous. I couldn’t control it… I moaned loud.

Ace swished and flicked his tongue in the most maddening way. He gave a sharp jab and I whimpered. With his other hand, he was stroking himself, yet his focus remained on lapping me.

He made a short backwards flip with his tongue and I muffled my sounds with my palm.

“Ace…I-I…oh wait, I will come”, I hissed breathlessly, as my body shuddered several times, holding Ace’s face tightly to my body.

Ace continued his merciless caress, reaching deep inside.

Sparks exploded in my head. Exhausted I tried to suffocate my moans, but there was no way he didn’t hear it when I came.

Feeling dizzy, I wondered how much longer my legs would be able to carry me when Ace got up. His eyes were sparkling with a mischievous glint. I leaned my head against his neck, trying to catch my breath. We stood like this for a while, when he turned around to turn off the water.

My heart rate kicked up as I gaped his back. Black ink spread across his shoulder blades and cloaked half of his back. This time I saw his tattoo clearly.

Flames. Black flames covered his skin. 

And there was a shape of a dragon, fine and just as black as the flames that were spread around him. Through my lust hazed mind, I touched his shoulder and traced each cragged and twirling line with my finger, feeling his strong muscles. I followed every curve that circumvented his scars.

He tried to turn around but my hands stopped him. “It’s beautiful”, I admired. On tiptoes, I sealed my lips with his skin, kissing each one of his scars.

His hard muscles tensed. He gasped, wrapping my arms around his waist as my lips were brushing his tattoo. I placed my head between his shoulder blades, my breathings matching his breathings.

“Why did you do it?”, I asked, my fingers still exploring this new surface.

“I was thinking about it for a while. After you said you wouldn’t mind tattoos I decided to get one again. But this time with a meaning behind it.”

He turned around. “What does it mean, your tattoo?”

He tilted his head. “Well, for starters, dragons are awesome. Should be good reason enough, right?” He winked and I rolled my eyes.

He continued, “Apparently, dragons are also stubborn, over-proud. Maybe a little aggressive.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, those parts sound more like you. Perfect tattoo.”

His smile was weak but the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. He kissed me, hard and rough, while his hands moved to my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Ripping his lips from mine, Ace murmured, “Jump up.”


“Jump up”, he repeated huskily.

Bewildered, I leapt as high as high as I could and Ace’s hand captured my butt, pulling me against his stomach. He swung me around, pinning my back against the wall and crushed his mouth against mine. Then he started walking through the door, but all I focused on, was not breaking away from him.

His lips felt so freaking good.

When he kissed me, my brain was fogged. I was truly addicted, and those kisses were my salvation and my torment.

I didn’t realize where he was carrying me, when I heard a shrill sound of something bursting.

I opened my eyes and noted glass on the carpet of his bedroom. “We… just broke… a lamp”, I panted as he put me down on the bed.

“Like I give a fuck”, he slurred, climbing on top of me.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and I nearly whimpered at the loss, only to sigh contently when he brushed my damp hair out of the way and buried his face in my neck, his tongue swiping and licking my sensitive skin.

At this current moment, every ounce of burning passion I felt for Ace came pouring out, unbridled, raw, and fierce. I couldn’t hide them and I didn’t want to. They coursed through my veins, electrifying my cells with love and lust.

I pushed myself against him, rocking against him like I was in some kind of trance. “Cec.” He stopped kissing my neck and brought his blazing eyes to meet mine. “Are you… sure?” I could only stare at those eyes, lust darkening them like shining onyx.

Such a small question, yet it was meaning the world to me. I nodded.

“You kept your promise.” My thumbs caressed his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I want it”, I added.

He turned his smoky eyes to my eyes and a charged tension hung thickly in the air between us.

“Well, if you do.”

“If I do?” There was a wild edge to his soft laugh. He got on top of me and put his hands under my head when he kissed me. The sheer passion and raw desire of the kiss knocked the breath right from my lungs.

“You must be joking”, he whispered.

He put some space between us to pull away. The loss at our body contact left me surprisingly hollow. He got off me and reached in his drawer for something. The curve of his lips cracked a grin when I looked at the condom between his fingers. The heat my body was creating increased as I caught a glimpse at the size. And yep, Alex had been right.

My heart felt like bursting at any moment but I was not daring to stop.

Yes, I wanted this. With him. No one else but him.

I propped my body up on my elbows and watched him getting ready.

His eyes had been half-lidded when he looked at me. I mean, really looked at me. Like it was the first time he was seeing me.

He opened them wide now, and stared at me. There was hunger in them, a hot devouring hunger that would have frightened me if it had been anyone else but Ace. But it was Ace, and I trusted him.

Look at me, my body was saying, and his eyes raked me, adoring, devouring, swallowing, and my body felt as if burning liquid were surging through it everywhere his gaze touched.

Clinging to him, I kissed him back, our bodies crashing like thunderbolts. Gasps escaped my throat as I laid down on the mattress and felt his burning skin over mine. My entire body shook intensely each and every time his lips melded with mine.

My hands were around his back and pulled him closer.

He dragged his darkened eyes up to lock with mine. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I wasn’t going to. Not now. Not after everything that happened. My heart threatened to beat its way out of my chest yet I blended every thought out. All I could think about was my trust toward him.

I trusted him. I trusted him more than anyone else in the world and I was ready.

My answer was a kiss, soft at first yet thirsty for more. Goose bumps covered my arms when he brought his lips to my ears. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay”, I gulped.

He tilted his head and smirked. “‘Okay’?”, he imitated my thin voice. “Cec, you can do better.” He kissed my neck.

“Where’s my sassy Cec? The one that had a badass answer after her hand landed on my cock.” Slowly, he kissed his way up to my jawline.

“The one that has more balls than guys.”

His mouth was not more than an inch away from my lips, yet his eyes felt as if they were staring at my soul. “Where is my Cec that can break noses?”

A wild feeling pulsed through me. His words were filling my heart with warmth, with want.

He gave me a sly wink and adjusted his body in between my legs. When he kissed me again, I felt the silky condom brush against me. Stinging pain shot between my legs and made me arch my back.

“Are you okay?”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, shoving him a little farther in me. “Yes and God, I want you right now, Ace”, I groaned.

“That’s how I know my Cec”, he whispered.

He moved farther in me and a whimper escaped my mouth. I cringed when he slowly rocked his hips.

Ace placed his palm on my cheek, letting out a shallow breath. “Cec, look at me, baby.”

I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze fixed on Ace. The rough surface of his jaw brushed my skin when he kissed the corner of my eyes. The sting slowly began to fade the more he moved.

 “You’re so tight”, Ace gasped.

“Yeah…”, I managed to say.

He slowly rolled his hips against me, cautiously, like he didn’t want to break me.

Words of adorations fled his lips and the gentleness in his voice diminished my pain.  

Heavy puffs of moist breath fell onto the skin of my throat as Ace panted, trying to slow his ragged breathing.

“Don’t stop”, I managed to say, and focused back on Ace. I watched his eyes closing tightly, his body over me shaking and his skin moistened with every thrust.

His jaw clenched in concentration and his muscles tightened. No wrinkle plastered his beautiful face the moment he was in mere ecstasy. Clutching at him, I sighed and moaned as the dull, but continuous stream of pleasure branched out through me with each of Ace’s strokes.

He opened his eyes and I stared at the clear brightness, full of love for me. He kissed me before he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He sped up a little and a familiar warmth ignited in me with every push. My legs tightened around him.

The salty taste of sweat was on our mingled lips as he moved in and out, in and out, the tenderness in his words never ceasing.

I kissed his neck, biting his skin and sucking it until I knew I was leaving a mark. He groaned my name, his voice raspier than ever when I licked his hickey.

Finally, I found my voice when I brought my lips to his ear. “I love you, Ace.”

My arms draped around his neck and I pressed myself closer to him, kissing him back with everything I had.

Feverish fume danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body despite the warmth in me. My voice was hoarse when I said his name, my hips rocking to respond to his thrusts.

His body tensed, his brilliant eyes never leaving mine. Words wouldn’t describe the feeling I was having when I was looking at him at this moment.

Words wouldn’t describe the feeling he was having for me at this moment.

And words weren’t necessary.

I could see his I love you by the way he was looking at me, I could feel it by the way his fingers brushed my cheeks, I could taste it by the way his lips were making my lips tingle.

His body trembled and his kisses got slow when he came, his body gently falling onto me. He breathed heavily, his heart was thrumming against his hard chest.

He looked up and I sifted a hand through the damp strands of his hair before he traced my face with his fingertips. His eyes never left mine, transfixed with an almost reverent intensity.

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours. Time was becoming insignificant. His heartbeat slowed down.

I thought he would say something, but he stared at me for a while, our bodies still attached. Not for the first time I wished I had telepathic prowess. I’d give anything to hear his thoughts right now. He closed his brilliant eyes and gave me a deep, tender kiss before he pulled himself out of me.

He cupped my cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine”, I answered honestly. I shifted my legs and pressed my thighs together.

His hand was on my belly, gently moving up and down. His eyes were like diamonds and seemed kind of awed. Ace smiled, stroking a strand of my hair out of my cheek. 

“Is it okay if we just stay here?”

He tightened his grip around me and pulled me even closer. “’Course.”

He tugged at the sheets and wrapped them around us; the heat of his body was on my skin while his hand caressed my hair. My hand was on his chest and I could feel the beating under my palm, steady and strong. His body fitted against mine like pieces of a puzzle. I burrowed my face into the space between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling.

He still smelled heavenly, and I enjoyed every breath I took.

My body relaxed as Ace’s fingers kept drawing slow circles on my shoulder. He reached out his other hand and took mine in his. I glanced down to where our hands were linked together, his strong fingers firm and protective.

I’d never given much thought about my first time. Most girls did it in high school or as a freshman at college but I simply wanted… more. Rushing into this always didn’t seem right to me, just as those stereotypes in movies seemed ridiculous to me as well: Magical nights with long walks along the beach, seeing a room full of roses and candles while he’d wait for me with Champagne… no.

But I did believe the simplicity of being in love. Really in love. I’d lost my virginity to a man that I loved beyond words and I knew he loved me just as much.

I closed my eyes; the events of the day, of what just happened, were escorting my body to the threshold of a wonderful dream.













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