A Love Restored

NOW

I had been sleeping in Felix’s bed for about a week now. We hadn’t done anything, except make out a lot, a lot lot. But it was nice to sleep with him; cuddled up with his arm draped over me protectively. He always held me so close and so tightly, like if he didn’t, I’d maybe disappear overnight. This morning, I’d woken up, and he’d brought me some tea in bed.

We were drinking tea together, when he said gravely all of a sudden, “You know, Flora, I have some issues with your cleaning.”

I gasped. I thought of all the cleaning I had done in the last dumbfounded.

t few d

days, scrambling to find if I had

if I had missed any spots or any places. “What?” I uttered.

He shook his head, disappointed. “There’s a room you’ve never

cleaned.”

“There is?”

He nodded at the cup in my hand, “Finish that, I’ll take you there to show you,”

I suddenly didn’t have an appetite for anything. I kept the cup of tea on the tray he had brought, and said, “I’m done with this. Show me, please.”

He shrugged, and took my hand. He led me down the hall to his office, and we entered inside. “Your office?” I said, “But you told me never to come here.”

He gave me

me a look, and I shut up. Felix pressed on a wall, and a bookshell turned around? I gasped. What was this?

I pushed open the heavy wooden door it had revealed, its polished surface cool against my fingertips. As the door creaked open, a soft whisper of anticipation filled the air. My eyes widened as I stepped into the room, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight that unfolded before me.

The library was…stunning, a room made with such care and so much detail, I had to take a few moments to simply marvel at the architecture. The walls were adorned with dark mahogany bookshelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, each shelf crammed with an assortment of books that seemed to beckon me closer. The rich scent of aged paper and leather wafted through the air. I couldn’t seem to stop looking around, my head looking to my left and then right, then left and then right again.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of golden chandeliers that hung from the intricately designed ceiling. It was like I had entered another century. Like a medieval castle. Elaborate pattems adored the ceilings. The windows were glass and painted with motifs. The sunlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting a gentle radiance on the plush Persian rugs that adorned the polished wooden floor.

Felix stood near the entrance, a proud smile playing on his lips as he watched my reaction. “Surprised?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

I nodded, unable to find words to express the awe that the library inspired. “It’s… it’s magnificent,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Felix stepped forward, gesturing towards the rows of books that lined the shelves. I had it made specially for you,” he said. “I was hoping that you’d like IL–Q

Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the enormity of his gesture. The library wasn’t just a room; it was a manifestation of his understanding of my passion. Each book, each shelf, and every detail seemed to reflect the love and care he had put into creating this haven for me. “When did you do this?”

He smiled sheepishly, scratching his head, “Um…when I designed the house.”

I walked further into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. The titles were a mix of genres, from ancient classics to modem masterpieces. There were so many books here that I hadn’t read yet. I hadn’t had much time to read, in the past few years. I could already imagine myself curling up with a book here, with a pot of coffee. There was even great sitting space here. I could even just sit on the floor.

Felix, it’s perfect,” I whispered, turning to face him. Gratitude swelled within me, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around me, and I held him for a while. “This is…the stuff of dreams.”

“I want the rest of your life to be a dream, baby.” He said, “Like a beautiful dream you’ll never wake up from.”

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I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him, “Every moment with you. Is a dream”

He gently kissed my forehead, “You can come here anytime. And my office is right there, so we can visit each other whenever we want.” I nodded happily, I was already filled with excitement at the prospect of venturing out of the library and seeing him at his desk. We could make out there. Oh and

the things we could do on his desk….

Felix gently took my hand, leading me out of the magnificent library. As we strolled through the hallways, I entwined my fingers with his.

“Are you ready for the next surprise?” Felix asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I nodded eagerly, curiosity bubbling within me. He led me to another staircase. Above it had been a closed door and I never went inside it. Felix guided me towards the set double doors that opened into a sunlit courtyard. The sound of flowing water reached my ears, and as we stepped outside, I gasped at the sight that unfolded before me.

A mosaic–tiled swimming pool, surrounded by lush greenery and fragrant flowers, sparkled under the sunlight. The water glistened invitingly, and a sense of serenity permeated the air. Comfortable lounge chairs lined the poolside, each adorned with plush towels and a sunhat.

A rooftop pool? My G

God!

“Felix, oh my God,” I exclaimed, my eyes dancing over the blue scenery, “Did you design this, too, for me?”

“You always wanted an indoor pool.”

that you told me you wanted

me you wanted in your own

He smiled sadly, “When I was designing the house, I don’t know, I kind of wanted to include everything that you t house. I don’t know…just in case you came back,” There was a pause, “And you did…”

I felt a rush of emotion through my body. A lone tear trickled down my face. I quickly wiped it off. God, he had thought of me so much all these years. 1 hadn’t been the only one in massive pain.

Felix and I spent a moment enjoying the view of the pool, then he gently urged me to explore more of the house.

*Can

We have a swim,

first?” I asked

“You’ve got all the time to swim here. Come on.”

As we walked through the hallways, he shared stories about the architectural decisions, the materials chosen; he had changed his major to architecture in university. It did show in the house. I had always marveled at the beauty of the space, but I hadn’t known he had designed it himself. There were traces of Felix in the construction…but it was made for me.

Finally, he led me to a set of doors that opened into what he told me would be my private sanctuary – my very own room. My heart quickened as I stepped inside, and I was greeted by a space that felt like a dreamscape made just for me.

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The walls were painted in a soft, soothing pink, and large windows framed with flowing curtains let in natural light, providing a warmth to the room. A king–sized bed adorned with plush pillows and a cozy duvet stood as the centerpiece, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen these rooms before. He was so sly, keeping all of this locked like in some kind of mystery novel.

Felix gestured towards a seating area with a comfortable armchair and a small table. “I thought you might like a cozy corner for reading or just taking in the view.” He led me to the window, it overlooked a guava tree. I could even reach out and get one for myself.

The room was adorned with subtle touches that reflected my interests – purple flowers in a vase, a collection of my favorite books neatly arranged on a shelf, and a writing desk bathed in soft light. There was a wall with all the Taylor Swift vinyl, too.

“I wanted this space to feel like home,” Felix explained, his eyes filled with affection. “I mean, don’t think you’ll be sleeping here. But just to unwind sometimes. You can change it. Do whatever you want.”

1 a lump forming in my throat, overwhelmed by

I felt a

the care he had poured into creating a haven tailored to my every desire. “Felix, I can’t believe you did all this for me. It’s more than I could have ever imagined.” I breathed, “Thank you.”

He took my hand and led me to the balcony attached to the room, revealing a breathtaking view of the sprawling gardens below.

The balcony was adorned with potted plants, and a small seating area allowed me to bask in the beauty of the surroundings. The scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves filled the air, creating a sense of peace and tranquility that transcended words.

I turned around, and he knew what I was thinking. His mouth dipped to mine, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. His mouth moved softly against mine, kissing me deeply; his tongue deftly moving in my mouth. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face closer. “Touch me,” I begged. His hand found my breast and he lightly grabbed it, his touch was soft and nervous on me.

Still kissing me, he began taking steps back inside the room. “Get on the bed,” he whispered urgently. I did so, scrambling to kick off my slippers and got into bed.

He sat down in front of me, and before he could do anything, I climbed into his lap, kissing him again. The way he kissed me was electrifying, it sent and waves of charge in me. Felix,” I breathed in a moan. His hand inched up to my breast from under my shirt. He lightly squeezed my nipple

I between his thumb and finger. I winced, but a shot of electricity went through my spine.

In a second, he flipped me around. He slowly began pushing my pants down by the waistband, while he laid kisses on my lower back. I shimmied out to help him. His hand came down on my butt, a sharp strike that was so hard and so sudden, it made me gasp. “One day, Flora,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to tie you up and spank your ass red. But not today, I’m going to be sweet to you, today, baby,” I nodded. The idea of him spanking me….

“Tell me who you belong to,”

“To you, Felix.” I gasped.

He made quick work of taking off my shirt and bea, till I was lying there in my black panties. Call it sixth sense, but I’d put on the good ones after my shower last night. His soft fingers made a trail up my thigh. He pushed my panties to the side, and I felt his fingers enter me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,”

I clenched my eyes shut as he fingered me. Softly, but firmly. I felt an orgasm building, but he pulled out. “Wait, flower.”

“Turn around,” he ordered. I slowly turned around, lying on my back, now. He stood tall over me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his pants and underwear. I gaped when I saw his…thing. He took my hand, and made me hold his penis, “See this. All yours.” He said. I was just stupidly gaping at the sheer size of it. He was so…big. “Look at the cock you’re going to worship, Flora,” his gaze on me was sharp, dangerous, “I’m going to fuck you till you

see stars,”

“Lay back down,” he ordered. His voice held an urgency I found very attractive. His mouth descended on me, fast and hard, passionate. “This might hurt

little, okay?” I nodded, spreading my legs farther, desperate to have him inside me.

The feeling was almost overwhelming. I was so unsure of myself and yet so ready for him. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He pushed in slightly, then pulled out. Slowly, slowly be inched inside me just a little, then pulled out again.

“Please,” I whispered. I stared in his eyes, and his face held an expression I could not decipher.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” I almost sobbed with need and desperation.

seconds

“That’s what I like to hear.” He plunged into me in one long stroke, making me gasp with a mix of pain and pleasure. He gave me about thirty to adjust to him, before he began to move inside me. Slow, long strokes. I clawed at his back, and his hand found my neck, choking me slightly. I liked this. Being in his control. Al his mercy,

With my eyes closed, I heard every little noise he made, the way he was grunting, every breath of his, I felt his skin hot against mine. I came twice while he fucked me. I felt spent and satiated, but I wanted more and more.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breathing heavy and labored.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I love you.” I said back.

Chapter Comments

Valen Burnet Lauletta

why would he make her a library if he thought she

e was dead