Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (new reading .TXT) 📖

I looked at him. He didn't wait and made me sit on his lap. I was sitting on his right thigh. But this time I was not sprawled over him so I pressed my legs together in a reflex. Our mouths were inches apart. For the first time instead of looking at my body with lust, he was looking in my eyes. It feels so awkward as he kept on looking into my eyes with an expression I can't decipher.

His mouth came forward a little and his eyes fell on my lips when he said. "Mine" He sounded like he was asking himself. But then his lips came so close that it was brushing my lower lip when he gritted the very same word again. "All mine." But this time he sounds angry or determined I don't know because his tongue is busy in exploring my mouth. And it felt so soft but so urgent. His touch was clouding my mind and my hands came forward to grab his biceps. His biceps were so hard that they could be felt under even beneath his clothing. And with this, my mind went to that punch these strong biceps threw on that man.

He is not my man but indeed a man who would lift his hand for his woman. I don't know if it was this thought or still alcohol I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

He broke the kiss and in the next, his eyes were looking into mine again. And I realized that looking into his eyes were more of a difficult task that I have done a moment ago. His eyes. His eyes made me self conscious. Conscious of my actions. And that fact made me the first one to break that eye contact when I lowered my gaze. But next, his fingers were under my chin and he made me look at him again. I don't want to admit I am shy but maybe I feel uncomfortable.

He pushed some button right beside his seat and said: "We are going home." I know he told this to the driver but his words sound promising. Promising of what to come next. And this made me inhale deeply as I blinked. It was like my acts instigate something and next his mouth was lost in the crook of my neck. I tilted my neck a little and it gave him space. His soft and warm lips were placing firm kisses as my red cheeks were being tickled by his hair locks.

All of this was stirring the feelings that I know are sinful. Forbidden to have for someone who is not my husband.

But... I am not married anymore. But why does it feel like I am being untrue to all the promises I made with Paul. I told him that he is the last man for me in the world. And yes he is. Then how come I desire to pleasure another man so badly. Does it make me a bad woman?

I closed my eyes shut the moment Alex worked on some sweet spot on my neck. Breaking the chain of my thoughts, making me so weak that I started melting in his arms.

Never in my life, I thought to be in someone arm's, breaking into desires like this, who is not Paul.

"We are here." He said on my ear but I felt so weak in my heat that I couldn't make any words. I was dripping wet and had my thighs closed to dissipate the embarrassing sensation. But I hurriedly covered myself under my dress again as he took his time to be sober too.

The moment we were out of the car my legs felt so weak that I knew I would meet the floor if it was not for his hand on my waist. I was looking down on the floor and was really not interested to see where exactly I am because it really didn't matter when my emotions and thoughts were everywhere. In a second it was guilty and in another, it was just the desires. The moment I took my first step I was about to trip in my heels but his hand pulled me up making me bang into his solid chest. I could feel his stare at me. It felt so weird. Maybe embarrassing. But I couldn't muster up the courage to look at him.

And next, I was in his arms as my arms went around his neck for support. My head was rested on his chest as I chewed out my lower lip in panic. I knew he was looking at me and it was making my cheeks hot and red. I turned my face to his body in an attempt to just hide from his burning stare. It made him chuckle and I felt his chest vibrated against my hot cheek.

I felt that he was taking some stairs and I knew it was a bad idea but I opened my eyes to see if he was looking at something else or not but no his stare was still at me. His eyes held the desire. There was no anger anymore. It was just his lust. He was different from the last night. He was not gritting his teeth anymore. Though he still has his hard expression on but I think this is how he looks all the time.

But there was something else in his eyes too. And that was an assurance of a promising night. I felt some liquid dripping out of my wet folds and that made my right hand came forward to clutch the fabric over his chest. The way my act made his eyes darker didn't go unnoticed by me.

I knew he was passing some hallways but the moment I realized that we are in the room alone my grip on his fabric just tightened.

The room was dark and he didn't care to switch on the lights when he lay me down on the soft sheets. I was relieved that he couldn't see in the dark, the way my chest was heaving badly and how I rubbed my thighs together to cage the burning sensation. But in the next, he was over me. He was still in his clothes but they couldn't hide the heat his body was emitting and I knew I was in for a very long and sinful night.

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I know this chapter was awful. But the next one is lit until the end comes. I promise. 

I will update in five days. But let's say if I get 30 followers on Litnet I will update that instant. 

Sweet dreams.