Unconditional (Book Two)

32. Unconditional { Part Three }

When she finally unbuttons the last button left on Jim's shirt, Amelie levels her face with his after one last kiss on his body. And he slowly sits up on the covers of the bed, Amelie kneeling before him with each leg on either side of his body as she was before—and wraps his arms around her waist after she gently slides his shirt through him, and tosses it to the floor without separating their lips. Jim holds Amelie from her back with his arms and palms as he pushes her softly with their mouths braided—making her lay on top of his extended long legs.

Once her entire back is nailed to his bottom limbs, Jim's mouth sucks on Amelie's jaw and collarbones—then brushing through the path which his fingers, unbuttoning her flannel shirt, are creating. His fingers adroitly finish unbuttoning her shirt, and he pulls away from his wife's skin to look down at her. As Jim knows and expects, his eyes meet with the most beautiful girl in the world to him. He is fascinated by the look of her snow-white skin, increasingly incited by the sight of her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, further fomented by the feeling of her hands around his wrists as he holds her hips lightly, and paralyzed by the rapid beating of his heart at her beautiful, desire-full, and strong gaze on him. But for the first time in his life, Jim also sees a girl who is bruised, both literally and metaphorically, and he is convinced that there is nothing he will do before giving it all he can to help and deliver her all the love she deserves. As it is when Jim removes a section of Amelie's hair from the right side of her neck that his eyes meet with a dark, rounded bruise. It is then that he feels the sudden urge to cry in compassion and anger, and as he knows from where that wound is coming from—he doesn't speak or ask any questions, he simply leans towards Amelie and places a soft, love-full kiss on the side of her neck—trying to let her know that he will protect her, and absolutely convinced that he will make her feel truly loved for the first time in a long period tonight.

Her fingers play with Jim's smooth hair as he pecks his way down her body, kissing the smooth exposed skin of her chest, then petting his way down her abdomen. Amelie then brushes her fingers down the nape of his neck, through his sculpted shoulders, down his strong arms and chest, just as his lips meet with her lower garment, and Jim lets his fingers play with the hem of her black leggings for a while before removing them.

When Jim throws Amelie's lower garment to the floor of the hotel room, his sight meets with the smooth, porcelain skin of her legs. But he can't help the hot tears of anger that form inside his eyes as the serenity of her flesh is disrupted by harsh, dark bruises. His hands caress her skin softly, his lips kissing their way up her right thigh with love and gentleness at the moment that his ears listen to the sound of Amelie's breath. Her flannel shirt is removed and lost in the room, Jim's slacks are unbuttoned and taken out; their lips meet each other with Jim laying on the bed and Amelie laying on top of him this time. But as a tear slides down Jim's cheek when looking at his wife and imagining what she must have lived these past months, he pulls away from the kiss, and caresses her cheek gently while staring at her green eyes full on desire.

"Let me see," he whispers, moving to sit up on the bed.

But Amelie gently places her hand on his chest to stop him from moving, and places a soft peck on his forehead. "It's okay," she murmurs, smiling at him weakly. "They don't hurt anymore."

Nevertheless, Jim removes his sight from her and looks down, a silent tear running down his cheek. Wiping it away with her thumb, Amelie brings her lips to gently latch with his, and his fingers mildly run down her back, sending her chills all over her body, and lightly biting his lower lip in the kiss. Jim's fingers softly caress her skin, then gracefully releasing her lingerie and slowly turning her around so that he can lay over her.

Once their undergarments are off and lost, Amelie's body is covered on Jim's love-full and desire-full kisses, her erratic breath sounding vehemently in his ears, and his murmured whimpers heard by Amelie once with their lips locked and their bodies nailed to each other. She inhales sharply with a gentle movement of Jim's hips forward and into, but nods as Jim stops to look at her in slight concern. Brushing his lips over Amelie's neck, he shoves into her lightly a second time, then anew and repeatedly. Amelie's nails sink into the skin of Jim's back, holding onto him desperately, and feeling his heavy, warm breaths touching her skin as he kisses her jaw and neck. He groans at the overwhelming feeling, Amelie breaths his name. It is like a mixture of sensations: sharp satisfaction by the perception of their hips and gentle loving by the soft caressing of their fingers.

Too overwhelmed by his nerves, Jim listens to Amelie gasp and tighten her grip on his back after a sharper shove, but feels her heart slamming against her chest with an increasing speed. With their breaths incrementing in heaviness they feel their body suddenly on the peak of a rollercoaster: they stop breathing, sweat covers their foreheads, and they cling onto each other in desperate manner. When Amelie calls Jim's name loudly he falls over the edge with her, and closes his eyes at the overpowering feeling inside their soul cases.

Without letting go of each other—and as their breaths and running of their hearts come back to their normal state—they turn around to lay on their sides; looking at each other, their legs interwind, negative inches between them. Jim finally looks at the bruises covering Amelie's back as he kisses on her damaged shoulder. With his fingers softly caressing her wounded skin, he looks into her eyes while his mind rages at Colin for everything he did and all of what he hurt her. Jim feels desperate at the feeling of incompetence that rushes through his body. But as Amelie caresses his cheek—snapping him out of his thoughts—she smiles at him weakly, sensing his anger and compassion towards her.

"There was nothing you could have done," she whispers, gently brushing her fingers through his neck. "What's important is that we are together again, okay? I love you."

Jim smiles at her, staring at her sincere eyes, and locking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I love you too," he says. "And I promise you that as long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone hurt you or our child...I promise." And Jim presses his mouth on Amelie's softly once again, just as his hands stroke her still-flat belly, and his lips smile onto the kiss....

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Hello! I really hope you are enjoying the story so far! Thank you so much for reading! A little of a chapter to rest from all the conflict, huh? But this is not done yet, there are still a few chapters left.... So I hope you all enjoy 🤐