Chapter 438
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438 Stages Of Love
Stage one:
Butterflies.
[Is anything better than that fluttery feeling you get when you’re first falling for someone new?]
That described Arianna’s situation better.
“What?” Marcel chuckled when Arianna kept hiding her face and buried it in his chest, unable to look him in the eye without blushing tomato red.
“Stop it!” Arianna swatted his hand when he tried to lift her face.
“Come on, I want to see your beautiful face,” He told her and finally yet slowly, she looked at him, going beet red in the face.
Intense gray eyes bore into shy yet glinting green eyes, Arianna didn’t even realize she was drawing the map of the world on the floor with her leg.
“So beautiful,” Marcel muttered, his fingers caressing her collar, leaving goosebumps in its wake while her breathing deepened.
.....
He held her chin in his grip loosely while his other hand trailed down her naked arm with his intense gaze never leaving hers, her stomach fluttering with tiny butterflies. Her lips parted with the sensation he was invoking in her, his gaze flickering down to her lips.
Seeing his concentration on her lips, Arianna unconsciously jutted out her tongue and wet her lips. Marcel growled deeply at the back of his throat, his member hardening in his pants with his eyes darkened with lust.
A gasp escaped Arianna’s mouth when Marcel pushed her back against the wall without warning and then ground his arousal against her core as her clit throbbed and she didn’t regret putting on the spaghetti strap gown.
“This is what you do to me, La mia piccola sirena,” He ground against her harder and her back arched instinctively towards him.
Arianna already knew what that one meant, seeing his sweet name for her was a siren even though she looked nothing like one. Nonetheless, it still did stupid things to her body.
[This kind of obsessive thinking about someone and the state of your relationship is “happy anxiety,”]
Marcel couldn’t get Arianna out of her head and desired to brand his name on her skin and make her know who she belongs to. He dipped his head and kissed the curve of her skin, then her collarbone, and slowly moved to her breast, the deep V of her dress giving him an amble view of her cleavage. She wore the dress for him and that made his member ache with the need to claim her.
But before he could lower his head and pay homage to her breast, Arianna pushed him away and confusion crossed his face.
“I need a doctor,” She said, breathing heavily, affected by what he has been doing to her body.
“What?” Marcel was confused further, “What do you need a doctor for?” His expression showed concern wondering if he injured her in the course of their lovemaking. He wasn’t exactly known for his gentleness.
Arianna rolled her eyes, “Christ sake, Marcel, we’ve been doing it raw and I can’t get pregnant yet,” She muttered under her breath, “That is if I’m not pregnant already.”
With the number of times Marcel fucked and spilled his seed inside of her, she was afraid for her womb. Marcel was quite vigorous.
She went ahead to take his hand in hers, explaining to him when he stood at the spot, looking at her like a befuddled Buffalo.
“As much as I love you, Marcel, I’m not ready to have a child now, it would complicate matters and my life is hardly settled as it is right now. When I want to have my child, I want it in the right state of mind, condition, and situation. In one word, I need a contraceptive shot which I haven’t gotten because you’re the first guy that had me nor can I leave here for the hospital, ” Because I’m practically a hostage, she added that one in her mind, but Marcel knew that. It was as clear as day.
“I wouldn’t mind you getting pregnant for me,” Marcel was thankful that he hadn’t said that out loud else Arianna would have given him her signature glare – that was as sexy as hell honestly. But threatening at the same time.
“Sure, I will call over a doctor,” While hoping to God you’re pregnant for me already, Marcel celebrated in his mind.
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Of course, he wouldn’t let her out of here, Arianna was disappointed yet relieved at the same time.
What if Marcel insisted that she had his baby since that would end his impending marriage to Clara? Even his father wouldn’t be able to stop that – he wanted an heir, here it is. But then, he didn’t and was providing a doctor to see to that. He respected her decision and her affection for him grew bigger.
Stage two:
Building.
[Neurochemicals including dopamine and adrenaline can physically make your heart pound faster and create serotonin. You two feel like you’re in your own little world and try to learn as much as you can about each other]
Moreover, this was for the better anyway, what if they go outside and encounter Elijah? She was not ready to deal with the reality that Marcel and Elijah would have to kill each other to have her.
“Come on, let’s go eat then,” Marcel said, tugging her along and watching intently as Marcel intertwined their hands together.
Stage three :
Assimilation.
[Now you figure out if this person is a puzzle piece that can fit into your life. You’re applying all the facts you’ve learned about him so far not just to your personality but to your entire way of living. Can you two make it past infatuation and go the distance?]
Arianna and Marcel were the only ones at the breakfast table, giving them the privacy they needed as they had their meal in between conversations. Marcel told her about his mother and sister, Chloe, deliberately avoiding the bad memories. If only he knew that she wanted the bad ones too.
Marcel probably thought she would see him as less than a real man if he showed her his scars. If only he knew that Arianna was born from the scars too. Marcel was not the only one that saw suffering even though she didn’t have a psychopathic father and a criminal family.
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438 Stages Of Love
Stage one:
Butterflies.
[Is anything better than that fluttery feeling you get when you’re first falling for someone new?]
That described Arianna’s situation better.
“What?” Marcel chuckled when Arianna kept hiding her face and buried it in his chest, unable to look him in the eye without blushing tomato red.
“Stop it!” Arianna swatted his hand when he tried to lift her face.
“Come on, I want to see your beautiful face,” He told her and finally yet slowly, she looked at him, going beet red in the face.
Intense gray eyes bore into shy yet glinting green eyes, Arianna didn’t even realize she was drawing the map of the world on the floor with her leg.
“So beautiful,” Marcel muttered, his fingers caressing her collar, leaving goosebumps in its wake while her breathing deepened.
.....
He held her chin in his grip loosely while his other hand trailed down her naked arm with his intense gaze never leaving hers, her stomach fluttering with tiny butterflies. Her lips parted with the sensation he was invoking in her, his gaze flickering down to her lips.
Seeing his concentration on her lips, Arianna unconsciously jutted out her tongue and wet her lips. Marcel growled deeply at the back of his throat, his member hardening in his pants with his eyes darkened with lust.
A gasp escaped Arianna’s mouth when Marcel pushed her back against the wall without warning and then ground his arousal against her core as her clit throbbed and she didn’t regret putting on the spaghetti strap gown.
“This is what you do to me, La mia piccola sirena,” He ground against her harder and her back arched instinctively towards him.
Arianna already knew what that one meant, seeing his sweet name for her was a siren even though she looked nothing like one. Nonetheless, it still did stupid things to her body.
[This kind of obsessive thinking about someone and the state of your relationship is “happy anxiety,”]
Marcel couldn’t get Arianna out of her head and desired to brand his name on her skin and make her know who she belongs to. He dipped his head and kissed the curve of her skin, then her collarbone, and slowly moved to her breast, the deep V of her dress giving him an amble view of her cleavage. She wore the dress for him and that made his member ache with the need to claim her.
But before he could lower his head and pay homage to her breast, Arianna pushed him away and confusion crossed his face.
“I need a doctor,” She said, breathing heavily, affected by what he has been doing to her body.
“What?” Marcel was confused further, “What do you need a doctor for?” His expression showed concern wondering if he injured her in the course of their lovemaking. He wasn’t exactly known for his gentleness.
Arianna rolled her eyes, “Christ sake, Marcel, we’ve been doing it raw and I can’t get pregnant yet,” She muttered under her breath, “That is if I’m not pregnant already.”
With the number of times Marcel fucked and spilled his seed inside of her, she was afraid for her womb. Marcel was quite vigorous.
She went ahead to take his hand in hers, explaining to him when he stood at the spot, looking at her like a befuddled Buffalo.
“As much as I love you, Marcel, I’m not ready to have a child now, it would complicate matters and my life is hardly settled as it is right now. When I want to have my child, I want it in the right state of mind, condition, and situation. In one word, I need a contraceptive shot which I haven’t gotten because you’re the first guy that had me nor can I leave here for the hospital, ” Because I’m practically a hostage, she added that one in her mind, but Marcel knew that. It was as clear as day.
“I wouldn’t mind you getting pregnant for me,” Marcel was thankful that he hadn’t said that out loud else Arianna would have given him her signature glare – that was as sexy as hell honestly. But threatening at the same time.
“Sure, I will call over a doctor,” While hoping to God you’re pregnant for me already, Marcel celebrated in his mind.
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Of course, he wouldn’t let her out of here, Arianna was disappointed yet relieved at the same time.
What if Marcel insisted that she had his baby since that would end his impending marriage to Clara? Even his father wouldn’t be able to stop that – he wanted an heir, here it is. But then, he didn’t and was providing a doctor to see to that. He respected her decision and her affection for him grew bigger.
Stage two:
Building.
[Neurochemicals including dopamine and adrenaline can physically make your heart pound faster and create serotonin. You two feel like you’re in your own little world and try to learn as much as you can about each other]
Moreover, this was for the better anyway, what if they go outside and encounter Elijah? She was not ready to deal with the reality that Marcel and Elijah would have to kill each other to have her.
“Come on, let’s go eat then,” Marcel said, tugging her along and watching intently as Marcel intertwined their hands together.
Stage three :
Assimilation.
[Now you figure out if this person is a puzzle piece that can fit into your life. You’re applying all the facts you’ve learned about him so far not just to your personality but to your entire way of living. Can you two make it past infatuation and go the distance?]
Arianna and Marcel were the only ones at the breakfast table, giving them the privacy they needed as they had their meal in between conversations. Marcel told her about his mother and sister, Chloe, deliberately avoiding the bad memories. If only he knew that she wanted the bad ones too.
Marcel probably thought she would see him as less than a real man if he showed her his scars. If only he knew that Arianna was born from the scars too. Marcel was not the only one that saw suffering even though she didn’t have a psychopathic father and a criminal family.
438 Stages Of LoveStage one:Butterflies.Is anything better than that fluttery feeling you get when you're first falling for someone new?That described Arianna's situation better.What? Marcel chuckled when Arianna kept hiding her face and buried it in his chest, unable to look him in the eye without blushing tomato red.Stop it! Arianna swatted his hand when he tried to lift her face.Come on, I want to see your beautiful face, He told her and finally yet slowly, she looked at him, going beet red in the face.Intense gray eyes bore into shy yet glinting green eyes, Arianna didn't even realize she was drawing the map of the world on the floor with her leg.So beautiful, Marcel muttered, his fingers caressing her collar, leaving goosebumps in its wake while her breathing deepened......He held her chin in his grip loosely while his other hand trailed down her naked arm with his intense gaze never leaving hers, her stomach fluttering with tiny butterflies. Her lips parted with the sensation he was invoking in her, his gaze flickering down to her lips.Seeing his concentration on her lips, Arianna unconsciously jutted out her tongue and wet her lips. Marcel growled deeply at the back of his throat, his member hardening in his pants with his eyes darkened with lust.A gasp escaped Arianna's mouth when Marcel pushed her back against the wall without warning and then ground his arousal against her core as her clit throbbed and she didn't regret putting on the spaghetti strap gown.This is what you do to me, La mia piccola sirena, He ground against her harder and her back arched instinctively towards him.Arianna already knew what that one meant, seeing his sweet name for her was a siren even though she looked nothing like one. Nonetheless, it still did stupid things to her body.This kind of obsessive thinking about someone and the state of your relationship is happy anxiety,Marcel couldn't get Arianna out of her head and desired to brand his name on her skin and make her know who she belongs to. He dipped his head and kissed the curve of her skin, then her collarbone, and slowly moved to her breast, the deep V of her dress giving him an amble view of her cleavage. She wore the dress for him and that made his member ache with the need to claim her.But before he could lower his head and pay homage to her breast, Arianna pushed him away and confusion crossed his face.I need a doctor, She said, breathing heavily, affected by what he has been doing to her body.What? Marcel was confused further, What do you need a doctor for? His expression showed concern wondering if he injured her in the course of their lovemaking. He wasn't exactly known for his gentleness.Arianna rolled her eyes, Christ sake, Marcel, we've been doing it raw and I can't get pregnant yet, She muttered under her breath, That is if I'm not pregnant already.With the number of times Marcel fucked and spilled his seed inside of her, she was afraid for her womb. Marcel was quite vigorous.She went ahead to take his hand in hers, explaining to him when he stood at the spot, looking at her like a befuddled Buffalo.As much as I love you, Marcel, I'm not ready to have a child now, it would complicate matters and my life is hardly settled as it is right now. When I want to have my child, I want it in the right state of mind, condition, and situation. In one word, I need a contraceptive shot which I haven't gotten because you're the first guy that had me nor can I leave here for the hospital, Because I'm practically a hostage, she added that one in her mind, but Marcel knew that. It was as clear as day.I wouldn't mind you getting pregnant for me, Marcel was thankful that he hadn't said that out loud else Arianna would have given him her signature glare that was as sexy as hell honestly. But threatening at the same time.Sure, I will call over a doctor, While hoping to God you're pregnant for me already, Marcel celebrated in his mind. ???????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????????????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????-????????????.????????????Of course, he wouldn't let her out of here, Arianna was disappointed yet relieved at the same time.What if Marcel insisted that she had his baby since that would end his impending marriage to Clara? Even his father wouldn't be able to stop that he wanted an heir, here it is. But then, he didn't and was providing a doctor to see to that. He respected her decision and her affection for him grew bigger.Stage two:Building.Neurochemicals including dopamine and adrenaline can physically make your heart pound faster and create serotonin. You two feel like you're in your own little world and try to learn as much as you can about each otherMoreover, this was for the better anyway, what if they go outside and encounter Elijah? She was not ready to deal with the reality that Marcel and Elijah would have to kill each other to have her.Come on, let's go eat then, Marcel said, tugging her along and watching intently as Marcel intertwined their hands together.Stage three :Assimilation.Now you figure out if this person is a puzzle piece that can fit into your life. You're applying all the facts you've learned about him so far not just to your personality but to your entire way of living. Can you two make it past infatuation and go the distance?Arianna and Marcel were the only ones at the breakfast table, giving them the privacy they needed as they had their meal in between conversations. Marcel told her about his mother and sister, Chloe, deliberately avoiding the bad memories. If only he knew that she wanted the bad ones too.Marcel probably thought she would see him as less than a real man if he showed her his scars. If only he knew that Arianna was born from the scars too. Marcel was not the only one that saw suffering even though she didn't have a psychopathic father and a criminal family.
