Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 25: Losing Streak

Andrew didn’t know how to feel about what he’d just discovered.

Why had she signed that contract with him, selling herself to him when no man had ever touched her?

He’d assumed... damnit, he’d assumed she was just lying, trying to fool him. Now he realized how harshly his heartless words must have hit her.

Maybe it was because of the fact that her small body was right beneath his own, because he could feel her warmth, perceive her scent, maybe it was because he was buried deep inside her in this moment, but the anger he’d felt towards himself and towards her vanished.

His mind and rationality instantly took a backseat again as he found himself gazing down into her face. It was dark enough for her not to see him, but he could see the features of her face faintly. He’d spent enough time in the dark to be able to learn how to be one with it.

Her eyes were closed really tight, her brows furrowed in pain.

Something inside his chest tightened. It was a kind of strange discomfort he’d never felt before, and his hands reached up to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

She opened her eyes slowly, staring at the shadow of him. And his desires led him.

This type of desire he had never felt before—that came with the urge to pamper, gently coax and comfort, take pleasure and give it back tenfold.

His head lowered and his mouth found her own. It was a soft, coaxing kiss that led his mouth to stroke her own ever so softly, with a gentleness he had no idea he possessed.

His actions evidently shocked her. She’d gone stiff beneath him in surprise.

When his tongue softly prodded her lips apart, a sigh she’d been holding in was slowly released.

The taste of her was tantalizing in a way that one would want more, the more one had.

That soft brush of his mouth to her own was constant until every nerve in her relaxed, as if willingly submitting to the seduction of his lips.

Her body slowly melted like butter against him. The flurries in her lower stomach intensified the moment his mouth touched her own in the endless darkness. Her fingers, which were pinching into the skin of his arms, slowly relaxed.

The kiss went on till he stole her breath, but he never pulled their lips apart. Instead, he salvaged for her breath with his own till he was satiated—but only momentarily. His mouth released her own.

He could now understand the term addiction, because it was closing in on him so fast in such a short amount of time.

He diverted his attention from her mouth, shifting to her tender soft skin as he kissed the side of her face down to her jaw, then slowly resumed movement inside her. She gasped at first, and his hands moved on their own accord, stroking her face softly until he felt her relax afterward, as if his touch were an elixir that eased her of the pain, the discomfort.

Something soothing suddenly washed over her at the gentle tenderness in the touch of his rough hands on her face. A man whose presence reminded her of a monster could actually be this gentle?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, but only the darkness of the room came to sight. She wished she could see his face, even just for a moment, but she knew that sudden wish was too far-fetched. He pushed into her again slowly, stopping slightly as if deliberately allowing her to get used to him, and she sucked in a breath. But the sharp sting from earlier was no longer there; the pain seemed to have vanished like ice melting in water. What replaced it was a myriad of sensations—something that made her body stand on edge with need... need for... she couldn’t tell.

She just realized she didn’t hate this feeling.

With each slow thrust of his hips against her own, she felt those sensations multiply. A sweet, dizzying feeling drizzled through her.

It was something new, and it overwhelmed her entire being, dragging her into sinful depths she’d never thought she could explore.

His mouth trailed lower. She could feel his coarse fingers twirl the outline of her ear, trailing down the side of her neck till they circled her taut nipples, and then his tongue was over them.

She gasped again, a sinfully drawled sound escaping her throat. She felt the urge to clamp her mouth shut when his tongue drew in her nipple again.

It was like a sweet spell drawing her in. Her body found strange new delights she never knew existed.

He rocked into her with a divine slowness while his mouth worshipped parts of her body no one else had.

Her fingers dug into his skin again, but it wasn’t due to pain this time. It was due to an unbearable rush of pleasure.

His arms suddenly circled her waist, raising her hips to his slightly as the pace of his movements increased. This action seemed to cause his shaft to dig into her deeper, and she gasped—a drawled moan slipping through her mouth, and she bit her lip to keep the sound in.

The moment stretched on. Sweat dripped, along with the unmistakable sounds of heated passion bouncing off the lavish walls of the room. This passion was one that had come unexpected, but with the sudden merge of these two bodies... surely it was something beyond mere lust.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but lost in the haze of this newfound desire and pleasure, her body suddenly began to grow taut. Beyond her control, her hips arched up to meet his, seeking for something her body was close to finding.

He’d never wanted anything this badly. He’d never wanted to live in a moment as much as he wanted to remain in this moment. Her soft, suppressed sounds were like a magical symphony playing in his ears. He leaned down, settling his lips against her neck, right upon her pulse which was beating rapidly. He could feel this same rapid beating in his chest, and it felt like they were beating at an equal pace.

His teeth left another mark on her tender, supple skin just as he felt her tremble. She came against him, and he tightened his arms around her, holding her to him as she tightened around his shaft, squeezing him till he groaned his own release into her.

Sexual pleasure had never felt like this for him—not even once. What was so different?

Even now, when it was over, he didn’t feel like letting her go, so he held on—held her close to him because that was what his body wanted at the moment... no, that was what his heart wanted.

Anne felt like she’d glimpsed the clouds and back. Paradise no longer seemed so far away. And even now that it was over...

She felt comfortable... so comfortable that she didn’t want the arms holding her to ever let go. She breathed deeply and further let herself relax in this sweet warmth.

So this was how it felt?

No one had ever told her that it would feel so... so... she couldn’t find a word for it.

She had thought this night would be disgusting and an absolutely unbearable torture, but her whole body was encased in such warmth that eased her. It felt like all the pain that plagued her for years, all the struggles she’d been through... this warmth that covered her didn’t just seem like a journey from the feeling of lust—the powerful body holding her in his arms felt like the medicine for her heartache.

It might be because she felt more comfortable than she’d ever felt before, or because there was someone beside her when she’d spent many nights all alone with no one by her side, but the moment dragged her in like a sweet elixir, drugging her into irresistible sleep.

Andrew moved back slightly when he heard the soft snores coming from the woman he was holding so tightly.

The moon had risen to its peak, casting its rays into the dark room. He could see her lashes resting tenderly upon her cheeks.

He watched her sleeping face for a long time. How long... he also couldn’t tell. But it was long enough for him to commit every single feature of her to memory, as if he already hadn’t before.

That warm trickle fluttered in his chest again. The strange feeling kept happening tonight for some reason. It was akin to the tickle of a thousand feathers inside his chest. The strangest sensation, yet he didn’t hate it.

Without realizing it, the woman’s soft snores began to slowly lull him, like a child being entranced by the softest music. His eyes slowly fluttered closed, and he was drawn into a very deep sleep—the deepest sleep he’d had in months.

When his eyes opened, the sky had turned light shades of pinks and purples, signaling the imminent rise of the sun.

Exhaustion seemed to have faded from him as he suddenly realized that he just woke up from sleep.

When was the last time he’d slept?

He’d taken multiple drugs to enable him to but last night he hadn’t even taken anything at all yet he’d slept so effortlessly.

He suddenly felt something soft around his thumb. He glanced down at the feminine hand wrapped around his thumb, and the memories of last night rushed in with an agonizing rush of desire.

He’d had his fill of the woman last night, but his body burned anew the moment his gaze landed on her.

Like the war gong being rung, his heart thudded and he frowned deeply. He pushed down the desire and the strong urge to draw the woman’s slenderly voluptuous figure into his arms again and tossed his leg off the bed.

The reason he’d been able to fall asleep...was it because of her?

He pushed that thought to the back of his mind refusing to acknowledge it.

He entered the bathroom, placing himself under the running shower of freezing cold water. But despite the chill that descended over his whole body, every part of him heated up as the images of last night continuously replayed in his head like the repeat episode of a constant show.

He cursed lowly, gritting his teeth.

He always won. Why would he start a losing streak now?

His tightly fisted hand sent a punch to the wall that caused the tile to crack, but even as his fist continuously landed on the wall, blood gathering at his knuckles, the pain didn’t numb the fire burning inside of him.

It felt as if his body had been mildly playing around for years until her arrival, and the minute he tasted her, his body was hellbent on having her at all costs.

Would this be a battle between him and himself?

Who would win, his desire or his rationality?

When the cold shower did little to help, he cleaned the water off and exited the shower stall, then left after getting dressed through the door within the bathroom that led into the walk-in closet. He affixed the mask on his face before walking into the room again. When his eyes landed on the woman on the bed—

He stopped in his tracks abruptly.

The sun was rising, the view from the floor length windows was immaculate, but not even the rising sun could compare to the mesmerizing view of the delicate beauty sitting in his bed. Her face tilted to the view of the sunrise.

She’d wrapped the sheets over herself, but her long, tender back was left bare. He could see her swollen nipples through the sheer fabric of the sheets around her chest, and the fire in his body burned hot once more, his cock tightening in his pants.

When she seemed to feel his presence, she turned in his direction and their gazes collided.