Bastian
Chapter 183 - May It Be beautiful

✧May It Be beautiful✧

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Their last supper together went on until close to midnight. The meal prepared was a bit of a random assortment of whatever Odette could find, but it was more than enough; Bastian finished every bite on his plate. Even Odette ate heartily – having her fill of bread and water, and even savoring the apple Bastian shared with her, followed by the juicy orange that made her fingers sticky.

“Let me get it.” Without hesitation, Bastian went to the dressing table  and fetched Odette a napkin. “How did you know where they were?” Odette said.

  Bastian looked at her with a sly smile, “You always kept them in the left drawer by the sink.” He cut open another apple and gave it to her.

   Odette realised that although they had been a pretend couple, they had still lived their lives together, and got to know each other as if they were truly married. She had to keep reminding herself that they were not a proper couple.

   Odette looked at Bastian with a new attentiveness and realised she knew very little about him. He was eating his apple while looking at the night sky outside the window. Did he like apples? Although she had no idea of the answer, she had never cared much about what Bastian ate or anything that he liked.

    She looked at the apples in her hand, succumbing to overwhelming emotion as tears rolled down her cheeks. Apples were always her favorite, just like the chocolate he had brought on the tray. These things would not have been known unless he had been. Bastian always paid attention to her habits, her likes and dislikes, something even Tira and her parents hadn’t noticed in twenty years of living together. Somehow, it seemed that no one was able to take care of her. Because taking care of her was her job.

   But Bastian did.

   “You said you missed me, that’s why you came, right?” Odette said with trembling lips when their gazes collided in the moonlight.  

   “Yes, that’s right,” Bastian said, leaning deeply into the backrest, capturing her in his calm gaze.

   “I don’t understand, why would you miss this poor woman? Why would you go to so much trouble for someone that has been nothing but a nightmare for you? Why are you doing this? I don’t understand, Bastian, it all feels like a lie.” Odette conveyed her true feelings. “If you miss me enough to want to get me back, then I am not your nightmare. Which one is the lie?”

 She imagined standing in front of the locked door again. She wanted to knock on the door with all her might, in hope that somebody might open it from the inside.She wanted to go beyond that door. She wanted to know about the man bleeding alone there.

   “Well, it must be the same situation as with your sister, Tira.” A chilling smile spread over Bastian’s lips. “You loved Tira enough to dedicate your life to her, but after you allowed her to fly free, you were relieved, right? I think all of that was your true feelings.” Bastian’s voice was calm and gentle, without a hint of intimidation. “My heart feels the same, Odette. It’s painful to look at you, but my heart knows what it wants, I still miss you.  I wanted to take responsibility for my mistakes. But when I see you happy after leaving me, I feel relieved. I think I can wake up from this nightmare now. I mean it, Odette.”

The wobbly door was now sealed shut, with a thick nail to hold it closed.

   Odette swallowed what she wanted to say and turned away. Tira. The name was like a scar from a knife that heated her cheeks. The woman that had been bondaged to her, who she loved, but at the same time was overwhelming and tiresome. The departure from Tira was a relief, especially so when Tira had gone to find her own happiness, and while Odette was undoubtedly sad, on the other hand, it was a strange kind of relief.

So I was Tira…to you….

 Odette felt like she had been stripped bare and laid out for Bastian to see, but he had always been able to see her, while she remained blinded to him by hatred.

She slowly munched on her apple before unwrapping the chocolate bar. Just as she took a bite of it, Bastian knelt in front of her and rolled up the hem of her nightgown, gently taking her foot into his hand. 

“It’s okay, Bastian. It’s all healed now!” 

Bastian didn’t answer. He unwrapped the bandage, carefully examined her ankle. He felt relieved when he saw that all the swelling had gone. Then his blue eyes moved up, following the line of bruising, up to her thigh where faint impressions of bitemarks could be seen. She was a woman that bruised easily, he knew that, but he could not hold back. He could feel the urges even now.

“Ah…”  Odette let out a soft moan as Bastian bowed his head and kissed her ankle, then up along her calf, kissing every bruise and blemish. To her knee. His large hand stroked along her soft skin, quickly followed by a kiss, until he was moving along her thick thigh.

      Odette let out an embarrassed whimper and tried to push him away, but it was no use. He had already reached his goal and all she could do was endure the pleasure-pain that struck her like lightning. Her breath got quicker and her moans louder as she struggled against him. Trapped between him and the chair, she found herself helplessly captivated by the pleasure of his touch.

The hands that were trying so hard to push him away now pulled him in closer. Passion mixed with a sense of deep shame caused her reason to be overridden as she clutched the hem of her nightgown that had risen up around her waist. Her other hand tangled in his hair, while her face almost seemed like it might cry and flushed with a vivid rose color that not even the darkness could hide.

 The sensation was so remarkable that she recoiled at the slightest touch of his breath. She screamed out in bliss as the orgasm hit her. When it was over, Bastian finally lifted his head to look at his wife trembling above him. His lips and nose were wet and glinted in the light of the moon.

Their eyes locked together and a hint of smile crept upon his face. With her dignity and pride gone, Odette took off her nightgown with trembling hands and gently cupped his cheeks. The silhouette of the curtains billowed in the wind behind them, casting their shadows across the room as they stared into each other’s eyes.

She knew how she must appear in the eyes of strangers, she also knew that they were fleeting and unimportant. Sometimes it felt like a shackle that had made her life more difficult, but in this moment, she felt free and open, and she wanted to satisfy her vanity. She wanted to appear beautiful in his eyes.

Resentment and longing. Her heart filled with conflicting emotions as she looked at him. She wanted to be remembered as a beautiful woman. She wanted to glorify her past days that were stained with mistakes, in such a way. She was filled with a foolish and unreasonable greed, knowing that it wouldn’t fulfill her needs, yet still clinging onto it.

   The sound of a chime in the hallway announced midnight. Odette felt her courage rise as she bent over and kissed his forehead. With a wry smile, Bastian wrapped his arms around Odette and lifted her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Odette hugged him tight all the way, the wednesday began with a passionate kiss. 

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Gently, he moved across her body, kissing her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. His touch was like a divine blessing, and his hunger seemed never-ending. Every movement was filled with a wild passion, yet simultaneously drenched with endless devotion. 

When he finally entered her, Odette found herself awash with desire; every breath she took grew more desperate than the last. He moved slowly inside her, each motion bringing warmth and comfort to her exhausted body. Her slender arms reached up, delicately wrapping around his neck, amplifying their intimacy.

Bastian began to move carefully, trying not to put any weight on her. Even in that moment, their kiss went on uninterrupted. He savoured her delicate lips and licked the dew of her mouth and explored every curve of her throat, tasting its petal-soft skin with his tongue.

When he kissed her lips again, Odette opened her eyes. Though she was so drained that she could not move much, her gaze was still clear.

The sea of paradise sparkled behind her eyes as Bastian delved into her. Her heart leaped as she embraced him tightly and lovingly, never wanting to let him go.

At once, both joy and agony thundered within them. As their hands entwined together, his hidden desires crawled out from their hiding spots and they welcomed each other with a desire neither could deny any longer. Their bodies melted against each other – deliciously intertwined – before starting an almost violent harmony as if in some kind celestial dance.

   “Don’t go,” Odette said out of the darkness, her breath heavy. “It’s impossible now, anyway.”  her looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment, revealed the meaning of those enigmatic words. “So don’t go, Bastian.”  her slender arms hugged his back as if to trap him. 

Bastian kissed her passionately, as both their bodies reached a climactic embrace. Her legs encircled his waist and she held him close in an embrace of mutual bliss. With his last shred of strength, he embraced her tightly as he felt both a joyous laugh and sorrowful tears welling up inside. 

“Odette..” he murmured into her hair, his breath still coming in gasps. She smiled faintly at him, breathing heavily as if to capture every moment together before it slips away.

Bastian lay down beside her and they gazed into each other for what seemed like forever, not needing to exchange words. In that moment, their foreheads touched and they shared a gentle kiss, feeling each other’s warm sweat against their skin until she drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

Bastian lingered over her with a lover’s touch, his fingertips dancing across the curves of her face. He placed delicate kisses on her forehead, the arch of her nose, and her luscious lips, treasuring every moment and every kiss he held like a precious memory for all time deep in his mind.

The night ebbed away, each kiss and caress intertwined with his dreams like an entwined vine. Bastian would slip into a sweet embrace in his slumber, only to woke up again and find himself submerged in her.

Time seemed to stand still until the arrival of dawn could not be denied. The first glimmer of sunlight streamed through the curtains and blue light spilled into their chamber as if a gateway to another realm. The crowing rooster shattered the silence and awoke Bastian from his dream. He buried his face into her neck, as if wanting to ward off the arrival of the day. But the clock marched on, its ticking growing louder with each passing second.

 Bastian carefully rolled out of bed. He looked at Odette, still asleep. 

The sky was yielding to a new day, the night of deception had now come to an end.

He tenderly kissed her forehead, his closed eyes opening to reveal no more pain, all sorrow had been replaced with a soft peacefulness.

With no further hesitation Bastian left the bed. His steps merged with the picturesque morning light of Wednesday’s dawn, leaving peaceful silence in its wake.

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