Hell Of A Marriage
Chapter 32

"You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness." ~Julia Roberts (THIRD POV)

She walks over to him, but instead of handing Keenan the divorce papers in the file, she drops it before him and Keenan's eyes drop to the floor where the file now lies and he drops his hand to pick it up when Vary steps on it, causing him looks up at her in confusion. He does not understand the look on her face nor can he tell what is on her mind before she is acting this way, but he knows that something is up. Vary's hand slowly runs through his hair and before he can say or do anything, her hand leaves his hair and she slowly trails it down to his face and down his neck.

Shivers run down his spine as he hasn't had this much attention on his body for a while and it's been more than a week since he was last with a woman and the last woman he was with was her.

Nevertheless, he fights to regain a little of his control, "What are you doing?" He asks, his voice weakening along with his senses.

"What does it look like?" She asks, arching a brow at him.

She runs a faint trail from his ear to his neck and a moan escapes his mouth before he can stop himself from physically reacting to the touch of her fingertip and his hands are about to go around her waist when she speaks up. "I said I'll do whatever it is you want and that's what I'm doing, so don't touch me." She orders and he lets his hands immediately fall back down to the bed and her hands grip his shirt in dominance and she begins to pull at it.

Keenan shrugs it off and she descends on his upper body kissing and sucking on the skin of his shoulder and chest, inhaling his masculine smell and craving for more and her tongue comes out to laps at his n****e while her hands grip hard on his toned stomach. He moans unable to hide the fact that he is excited and turned on by this little- big thing she's doing. Touching his body so possessively, kissing and sucking him is a great way of turning him on without even touching his c**k and his eyes flutter briefly. Figuring out that she's doing a good job from the deep moans escaping his mouth, she drops down to her knees and she unbuttons his jean and roughly pulls it off and he's left in only his shorts. She begins to leave small kisses on his stomach, then down slowly to his waist and her hands begin to pull down his shorts and when it's down, she stares down at his already long, semi-hard and thick erection pointing up and almost touching her face. She wraps her hands around it and begins to pump him. After a little while of running her hand up and down his hard member, she lowers her head down on him.

His body reacts quickly from sensitivity and he pants, shutting his eyes as he begins to feel the heat of Vary's mouth descend on him.

"Oh f**k!" Keenan exclaims when her lip touches the tip of his c**k and the warmth of her mouth engulfs his senses and before he can control it; his hand goes to the back of her head and he tugs hard on her hair.

She pulls off from him, making him whimper sadly from loss, "I said, do not touch me." She warns again.

"Okay. F**k, okay." He nods, panting breathlessly, "You're so f*****g good." he removes his hand from her hair and holds onto the sheets instead.

She licks the head of his shaft up a couple of times before going completely down on him, and though she can't take all of him in, what she's doing makes him growls aloud, gripping the bedsheet with all his might as he already knows she wouldn't let him touch her for an unknown reason. He realizes at that moment how good she is better than the last time she gave him a b*****b and this makes him begin to wonder how she did it. Did she read about it, watch it or perform it on another man?

He knows it's preposterous, but he can't help wondering if the reason she doesn't want him touching her, even when she knows he's incredibly eager to, is because there may be someone; someone she might have had, or perhaps still have an intimate affair with, someone that isn't him.

He knows it's wrong to be, but anger crawls up within him and jealousy and pain capture his heart again. Somehow he feels the history has had with Taylor repeating itself; more than anything, he does not want to be anyone's second best, no matter how in love he is with them.

The pain would be unbearable, maybe more than he can take.

Against his need and want to be pleased and satisfied by her, he pushes her head off his c**k and begins to move away. He notices her eyes on him as he picks the files from the floor and takes a pen from the bed stand. He opens the file and flips through it from the first page to the last of it and applying his signature to where it is needed and he finishes signing.

"Why did you do that?" Vary asks with a confused voice and he turns to look at her.

He drops the paper onto the floor before pulling the bedsheets over his naked now form. "Because it is what you want and I can't let you touch me or please me when you don't want to, there are a lot of things that I am Vary, but I'm not a monster." "You don't want to be with me?" she asks, her voice quivering at the end of the question.

He can't help but laugh at her absurd insinuation because he completely knows that that's not it, hell he'll completely give anything to be with her.

"I want to Vary, but I can't when you're not even honest with me." He answers, shifting his position on the bed when his hard-on begins to throb painfully. "If you want this why aren't you letting me touch you and if you want me then why do you act like you are under some kind of compulsion? I do want this, but if there's someone out there that makes you feel safe and loved, then don't let me stop you."

Her eyes drop from his down to the sheets, "You're right, there is someone," she replies with her voice lowering in guilt, "but he isn't outside there, he's sitting close to me right now and yes he has hurt me badly in the past, but he's trying to make up for what he's done and the worst part is that he's as blind as well because I know that he doesn't see that there can be no one else for me."

He frowns, not getting what she's saying, partly because 75% of his mind is how to get a release from his painfully standing c**k since she already said she has someone else and is also talking about someone being in the bedroom. "I'm the only one here unless he's hiding under the bed, I don't see him," he mumbles a little disoriented.

She rolls her eyes, but still manages to smile. "You can't because he's you silly."

Keenan's face releases the frown that settles on it and he asks in surprise as he looks into her eyes. "Me?"

She nods, biting her lips and he doesn't let her say anything before he descends on her, kissing and ravishing her. Wasting no much time, he makes off with all her clothes making her as naked as he is and descend on her again and kisses her lips in sheer hunger letting her know just how much she's needed by him. She moans and twists underneath his solid body that is pinning her down, trying to get friction with his body. His hands replace her breasts and fondle them softly and she moans and bites down on her lips, feeling the wetness of his tongue and the heat of his mouth engulf her right n****e as his other hands squeeze and slowly fondle her b****t. He does the same thing to the other before proceeding to settling between her legs and spreading them apart, he settles between them.

Kissing and trailing small kisses between her thighs, he feels her quiver and trembles as his mouth closes in on her and begins to taste kiss and lick at her wet entrance, feeling her tremble and lose her senses. Her hand covers her mouth to stop the loud moan that's about to erupt from it.

Keenan notices what Vary is doing and more than anything he wants to be able to hear all the moans of pleasure she keeps stopping herself from making.

"Need to hear you, love, need to hear all those little noises you want to make with your mouth." He says, lifting her leg to his shoulder and going even deeper with his tongue. "Fammi sapere come ti senti e non trattenerti (Let me know how you are feeling and don't hold back.)"

Vary slowly unclasps her mouth and she feels him go all the way deeper with his tongue. "Oh goodness!" she moans and her hand moves into his hair and tugs on it. "F**k Keenan it feels so good," she pants out, the muscles of her stomach clenching as she moved her hips to rub against his face.

Keenan smiles, feeling satisfied as he feels her hand on his hair, tugging it and encouraging him on. "I'm close, Keenan, honey..." her eyes closes as she begins to pant, making him pull off and work on her with his hands and his lips take hers in, making her taste herself on his tongue.

"I want this to be different Vary." He tells her as he pulls up, "I want you to feel special. I want to make love to you. Not just s*x, I want all your senses to come alive and long for this, I want you to be satisfied." "I've always been satisfied with you Keenan." She tells him while running her hand through his adorable red hair and he captures her mouth in another passionate kiss.

"Should I use protection? I'm not sure I'll be able to pull out because my senses might not work well as I haven't had s- you in a while and I don't want you getting pregnant when you are not ready."

She smiles at his cuteness and as well as carefulness and her heart swell in pride and joy, knowing Keenan is hers without a doubt and if he is hers, and she would be ready for a baby as long as he's with her. "I got you, Keenan, I'm always ready. Now make love to me before the waiting drives me insane!"

Her blunt remarks take Keenan by surprise, but he isn't angered by it, instead and he chuckles, "Okay my princess." He nods, holding the base of his manhood as he spread her legs open and settles between them. He pushes his head into her slowly and although they have done this many times she's still tight and delicate there and Keenan just wants to be slow on her and not hurt her in any way.

She draws a quick breath as he enters further into her and she is confused as to why it still feels like her first time. Nevertheless, she is grateful he's slow with her, the pain she felt when he entered into her begins to ease and she begins to breath down slowly when Keenan pushes all the way in.

"You are f*****g tight hun!" He gasps, as makes his way in fully only to be clenched by her wall as she didn't expect it. He closes his eyes and breaths down as she unclenches him, "oh, that's better."

"I'm sorry," she says and he stares into her eyes, not getting the reason she'd have to apologize.

"You have no reason to be," he says and his hands come to move the strand of her hair off her sweaty face, "you're just so different."

"It's a bad thing? That I'm so different?" She asks, weary of the pain she'd seen on his face. It hurt her so much that he has to endure any kind of pain because of her.

"No, hell no. It just means I'd have to make love to you more often." He replies, smiling down at her and she smiles back before sealing his lips with hers.

WHEN Keenan wakes up, he hears the shower running and he knows it's Vary. He pulls himself from the bed and sits down still feeling exhausted and wondering how Vary is not. They had taken their love life to a different level last night and into this morning, making sweet love and pleasing each other in different positions. They collapsed on the bed, tired and out of breath after the fourth time and that was five hours ago. Keenan gets up from the bed completely naked and walks to the bathroom so he can join Vary in the shower. He pauses at the door and pokes his head in to look inside, trying to see what his mischievous wife is up to.

He's surprised at what he sees. She's in the bathtub, relaxed and quiet while the shower is still running. A smile curves its way into his face at her silly act.

He walks over and turns off the shower and the bathroom becomes completely silent after he does this.

"Good morning Mr Hilton, glad you are finally awake."

He turns around and replaces Vary grinning at him and realises she had turned on the shower to wake him up that way she wouldn't be the one doing it herself. How clever of her.

"I fully am, you made sure of that." He replies still not able to take the smile off his face.

She pushes her lower lips out in an adorable pout and gives him a puppy eye look, "Are you mad?"

He shrugs after staring quietly at her for a while, "I won't be if you let me in with you."

Her face breaks into a big grin and she nods vigorously and laughing at her cuteness, he walks to the tub. Vary gets up and allows him in, and sit down before getting between his legs and resting her back on his chest. The water is exceptionally warm like the one Keenan had made Vary weeks ago and Keenan knows she must be sore from all they had done last night.

"How are you not tired from everything we did?" He asks, thinking into what they had shared. It did take a lot from him physically.

"I am, I literally crawled into the bathroom." She reveals to him.

"You could have woken me up you know," Keenan tells her, twirling her hair on his finger

She turns to look at him, "To do what?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, maybe carry you to the bathroom myself?"

"Cute, but I knew I could do it myself." She leans back and pecks his twitching lips. "But thanks for your offer."

"What made you come back?" He softly asks out of the blue, but knowing the question was bound to arise, she isn't taken off guard. "You said if it went well, you were going to leave and from what I saw-"

Vary pulls back with a furrow gaze to stare at him, "What you saw? Were you following us?"

Can she even be mad at this man? He is a devil for a reason.

He sighs deeply in defeat, knowing it's confession time. "I'm a terrible person and I'm a sinner, but I was afraid of losing you so yes I followed you and from what I saw, it went well, so what change your mind about him?"

She shrugs and shakes her head, "I just figured moving on wouldn't make me happy, and I took it to faith to return."

His heart swells with so much pride and happiness, "When I saw you with the papers, I thought it was over, I felt I died, but still kept feeling pain and life lost its meaning in that moment, but I wanted you to be happy, so I was going to respect whatever your decision was."

"Why?" She stares at him.

He smiles and stroke her face gently, "Because I love you Vary more than I ever thought I could." He confesses, not afraid of admitting his feelings anymore.

Vary heart begins to hammer in her chest as she hears him declare that he loves her, she's longed for this day for so long and she can't be happier it's finally here.

"I love you too, Keenan, more than life itself."

"Well, I want you to love life, Vary cause I don't want to live without you," Keenan tells her and pulls her closer and his lips meet on hers in a soft tender and passionate kiss. 82 Months later

"Where is she?!" Keenan demand in panic as he enters into the hospital and the few people just stare at him crazy.

"What happened to her?!" He asks like a crazy person, maybe he is finally gone crazy!

"Where is my wife?!" Keenan asks the nurse on the counter whose name tag is Abigail, on entering into the attendance counter, and she looks up at him quickly from her files. "She's in the ER, she was involved in a fatal car crash." She replies, getting up and walking over to him.

He breaks down into tears when he hears this and, he places his hands on his head "What have I done? Oh God, what have I done?"