He moved a little away and coughed. I nodded my head and quickly slid past him without a word.

I ran-walked towards my room with heated cheeks. Laying on the bed, I took out a book and started reading those letters, which right now didn't make sense. The embarrassing moment kept going back and forth in my mind...

Shaking my head, I tried to remove those images, but it wasn't possible until my phone rang. My face went pale; a little amount of shivers ran through my body knowing who was calling. With a little crawl, I reached towards the table just beside my bed.

The number was not his. Maybe it was a wrong call. A sigh of relief left my mouth. I didn't pick up, but it started ringing again. I was not used to picking up, yet this call was making me feel like it was no one but him. With shaky hands, I finally slid the green icon up...

"Butterfly..." a voice came, and in an instant, it was recognized by me...

"Rhys..." I whispered, my gaze went down to my lap. Clutching my pants, I rolled the corner with my fingers. He stayed silent, and my heartbeat kept quickening, breaking the silence through its sound for me.

Seconds passed, turning into minutes, but he stayed the same—silent. I was waiting for him to say something, but when he didn't, I called out his name again...

"Rhys..."

"I miss you..." he suddenly said, and a gasp left my mouth. What was he saying and why? Was he missing torturing me or bullying me...

"W...hat," I let out a small sound, and he chuckled...

"Come to the window..." he suddenly said, and I ran towards the window, panicking. Looking around, I tried to find him, but no one was there.

"Where are you..." I asked, and he hummed, not replying until I heard the sound of knocking. My eyes went to the door. Opening it, I looked around, but no one was there too—until I heard another knocking sound...

And this time, fear crawled up in my body. Walking towards the window, I again looked around, and then a silhouette came, hiding in black curtains. I was about to say his name when suddenly his hand pulled me inside the tiny space. His hands were on my waist while the other still held my hand. His eyes stared at me. The curtain kept flowing, hiding my face from him, and then Rhys held the small part of the curtain, pulling it fully on my face. He placed his lips on me from it...

The softness of the cloth touched my lips, along with the heated breaths of his. His lips stayed there without moving. When I tried to pull my lips away, his hand came over the back of my head, pushing me closer.

He started moving his lips, and the cloth started getting wet. Now I could feel his lips closer to me. They moved up and down, and I whimpered at his every move. His tongue took the small amount of fabric, rolling it between our lips. He touched me in the most sensual way. His hand on my waist started caressing it. His movements kept making my tee go up and down.

Suddenly, his cold thumb touched my warm waist, and I shivered. A sudden moan of his name left my mouth...

"R...h.ys..." and he hummed, biting my lips together. He tried to pull them along with the black fabric, making me whimper. My hold on him tightened. I didn't know if my hands were grabbing his shirt or the curtain.

"Maya..." he groaned near my mouth before leaving me and then slid the curtain slowly away from my face. I was breathing heavily, looking down while his gaze pierced me with its intensity...

He loosened his hold on my waist and then tightened it again, pulling me closer.

"I missed you..." he said, and I hummed, still looking down. My hand clutched his shirt corner, and he let out a chuckle. Pushing my head again from behind, his eyes finally met mine when I looked up with wide eyes in surprise...

"You know, Butterfly..." he said in a husky voice.

"I am loving it..." he finished with a small husky whisper, and my mouth opened. He stared at me for a few seconds and then placed his hand on my cheek. His thumb caressed my face slowly and then moved a little lower than my lips. Pulling the skin down with small force, my mouth opened more, and with a surprise, he entered his two fingers inside.

My eyes widened again in fear, and I whimpered, pushing my head back. I tried to move away, but his hold on my head pushed me more, keeping me in place...

"L...et m..e g..o..." I said with his fingers still inside my mouth while tears started leaving my eyes.

"Suck," he said sternly, his eyes darkening...

"N...o," I whimpered when his fingers started rolling inside my mouth...

"Suck them, Butterfly..." he said again in a demanding tone, and a sob left my mouth. My lips moved slowly, closing them. I slid them away and then moved forward.

Going forward and back, I coated his fingers with my saliva while his fingers kept moving, rolling inside my mouth.

It went too long for my liking. My face was covered in tears while his was cold, staring at me with his dark eyes. He pinned me in place...

Finally taking his fingers out of my mouth, he slid them on my chin, rubbing them there. His fingers moved further down, near my neck.

The warmth of his saliva kept going down. The cold air from the window made it colder. He made a pattern from the shiny saliva, again writing...

R

H

Y

S

on my collarbone, and I recognized them instantly...

His face moved a little down, looking at my neck. He crouched and placed his lips there. I closed my eyes and let out a small sob. He lifted his head and stared at my face...

"Open your eyes, Maya..." he whispered near my lips, and I obeyed him. His eyes met mine again.

"Repeat what I say..." he demanded, and I nodded my head, whimpering...

"Rhys..." he said.

"R..h.ys," I replied.

"Rhys..." he said again, and I repeated...

"Rhys..." he said for more than five times and then stopped. His fingers, which were still on my collarbone, slid to the back of my neck, gripping it tightly...

"Rhys will be the only man in your life whose name you will remember from now on, Maya. Understand..." he said in a warning tone, and I bit my lips, crying, and then nodded my head. But his eyebrow arched, demanding my voice...

"Un..d.er..st..ood..." I let out, and he released his hold on me, giving me a small peck on my lips. He climbed down from the ladder...