kellan-hale

[kellan-hale]

Well, there’s no denying this is beyond awkward, every moment of it. To say that Ambra and I haven’t exactly been forthcoming during this counseling session would be an understatement, as we’ve hardly said anything at all, only answered Max’s questions with one or two word answers. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say in this situation; I’d say I’m sorry, I’d say I fucking miss my wife — but Ambra knows all of those things, at least I think she does.

God, this is all a damn mess. I know it is, that’s something I can admit, but knowing this doesn’t make it easier to deal with. Honestly, I’m not sure anything will. 

I let out a shallow breath at Max’s next question, one that leaves my brow rising in shock. “What?” Truthfully, it’s not even that important of a question — but it’s one that gets me thinking. There are a million reasons for why things have fallen apart between Ambra and I, a million excuses I could’ve made. If I were another man, I may have placed the blame on my wife. It’s something some of my friends have done, not wanting to consider that it was my obsession with work that pushed her away to begin with; but I know better. Even before I walked into this office, losing myself to thoughts of how bad of a husband I’ve truly been, I knew she deserved better — it’s never been a secret to me. I’ve known it for months, just never had the courage to admit it aloud. “It’s not Ambra’s fault, any of this. She stood by me for longer than I deserved, I just... I fucked up, honestly.” My gaze falls to my hands, my vision blurring as moisture hits my irises. “I didn’t do right by my wife, I pushed her away— and for what? My job? An obsession over a position I was never going to get? It’s fucking bullshit, and I— I probably deserve to be alone.”

#c #c: ambra #002

[kellan-hale]

I can’t stop replaying it — over and fucking over. 

In so many ways, I can’t stop thinking about it, about how last night may just have been the worst night of my life. After all, I’d had some idea that she’d move on someday. Ambra’s too much of a lover not to give her heart, to welcome someone into her arms with the same eager, vibrant affection she once offered me — but there’s a difference between that and realizing the love of your life is moving on when you hear her orgasming from two rooms over. Her cries, ones that I’ve dreamt of on more nights than not, still haunt me as I make my way through the halls of our penthouse apartment, trying desperately to forget. But the thoughts are like quicksand, pulling me under before I can even so much as blink.

It’s not a sight that will leave me, I know that beyond anything, and I want desperately for that to change. Not because of any foolish reason, but because that’s not the memory of my wife I want to be left with. Regardless of what’s happened between us the past few years, I know what Ambra is to me. She’s my best friend, the girl I’ve spent most of my life being in love with; there’s not a world in which I can fathom her being anything but my girl. Almost on instinct, I allow my stride to drift towards Ambra’s bathroom, the master one we once shared. I’m not sure what my intentions are, or what’s bringing me here — but I need to speak with her, more than anything. The shower door slides open to my touch, steam immediately greeting me before I drink in the sight of her naked body. Regardless of how long it’s been since those curves have burned my vision, they’re still enough to cause my cock to harden, an audible groan spilling from my lips. My wife turns to me, mouth open and eyes wide, but before she can say a word, I step closer to her, my hands finding hers as our slick bodies collide with the wall. I spread her legs eagerly, my eyes darkening as our gazes meet, every hint of chemistry we once shared coming back to us in a moment. 

God, it’s been too fucking long. Ambra’s breath catches in her throat as she watches my hand stroke my cock with rapt attention, the sight causing her to let out an audible whine. “I want to fuck you, sweetheart,” I growl out, thoroughly meaning every damn word. Her nipples peak against my skin, the hardening evident as her breathing grows shallow, and I continue to stroke myself, feeling my precum mix with the hot water from the shower. Without hesitating, I slide my hands down Ambra’s frame, my hand curving against her ass, and I lift her, cupping her wet heat with two fingers, dipping into her cunt as I press her to my body. Even with the shower water, I can tell she’s wet, the sensation causing my arousal to spike, my cock hardening even more as I move to push into her. The thrust of my cock isn’t gentle, harsh enough to cause Ambra’s lips to part as she cries out my name, and I grip her ass in a large hand. Rocking my hips quickly into hers, I grunt softly against her lips, “Your cunt— it’s tighter than I remembered, sweetheart. Tell me how much you like me fucking you with my cock..”

#c #c: ambra #001

[kellan-hale]

“Tess,” he started softly, his breath hitching in his chest. The cause for his anxiety wasn’t exactly a mystery to him, but he didn’t know if he could put it at ease really. “I’m not here to feed, just to talk.” His next words were a bold statement, one he knew could be a mistake no doubt - but they were also his last option. Seeing Theresa like this was driving him insane, and it was something he wanted to put an end to. “I’m going to take you to see your sister.”

#c #c: theresa

[kellan-hale]

theresaarnault:

The foolishness of her own thoughts was enough to keep her in a bad mood, particularly during those days when no one showed up at her room, not even him. Tessa didn’t know why it had become so important to spend a few moments with the blonde vampire, as he was supposed to be her greatest enemy now that she’d been confined to his home — whatever that meant — and used as a walking blood bag. However, after a few visits and enraged exchanges of words, the petite blonde had grown to appreciate the man more than it could be considered healthy, and it annoyed her beyond relief when he showed no intentions of coming around to see her. Maybe he was too good at deceiving her and her mind was now weak, susceptive to his control, but it was the hurt of being left alone that echoed in her mind, reminding her to do everything possible to reject him the same way. I’m turning into a child, she thought, sitting up in bed with a deep sigh. She wasn’t sleeping anyway. Theresa couldn’t tell how long it had passed when the door opened, revealing the taller man as he walked inside. A frown creased her features as she rolled her eyes. “Pretty sure I would wake up regardless, considering what you came here to do.”

At times, Alec almost felt guilty for how she’d been treated. Even if no genuine harm had ever come to her, but that didn’t mean she’d always been treated properly, even by his own hand. She’d been all but enslaved with him, not allowed to do much aside from leave the room in which she lived - and her only company was his truly. There were times when he’d considered allowing her to go home, genuinely - but each time, he’d been reminded of the dangers of setting her free. She’d been there for months now, and although she’d never been allowed into any of the meetings in which strategy and planning were discussed, that didn’t mean that the blonde had been immune to garnering a few secrets of how things worked. Secrets, it seemed, that could endanger his company far more than he could possibly be allowed. Because of that, he’d never allowed her to leave, and he refused to acknowledge the small aspect of his humanity that craved to do just that. Pushing aside the feelings of guilt as his gaze met hers, Alec let out an audible sigh. “You don’t know that I came here to do that, Tessa. Maybe I just wanted to give you some company. It’s been a few days.”

stitches.

#para: stitches

[kellan-hale]

stitches.

There were things he missed about being human, of course. He missed easy nights of simplicity, the family he’d once known, and a few other small incidences, but for the most part, Alec found he could suppress those feelings. It was his role to do so, to cast aside his humanity, and it had been a role he’d been more than comfortable with - at least until he’d met Tessa. In the space of a few short months, she’d changed everything, in far more ways than he’d considered possible. Because of the vulnerabilities she evoked in him, Alec was tempted to set her free, to allow her to return home, but what was left of his humanity ached at the thought. The heartache was dangerous, and it was enough to make him stay away from days at a time - much like he’d done so now. It was only after three days that he’d returned this time, and as he entered her room, he couldn’t help but wonder if he ought to have stayed away. “You weren’t supposed to be awake,” he finally mumbled softly, unable to meet her gaze with his own. Despite his lack of humanity, Alec found that he trembled whenever he looked at her - truly looked at her.

#para #para: stitches