Entire Paris seemed to fall asleep with no noise, except for the two of us. Sharing every breath, every heartbeat, which seemed to be tangled with our every kiss, we continued to taste each other's lips, hungrily and passionately. The heat radiated through our bodies contradicted our chilly room, and even the air between us lost its way with our closeness and the bodies that pressed against each other.
Without breaking our kiss, we helped each other undress. My head fell back as his hands trailed all over my body, gliding smoothly through my sensitive folds. Pushing me to the bed, he pinned both my hands with his hand, and his tongue made its way to my chest, which had been waiting for his warmth.
My womanhood throbbed while he left wet kisses all over my breasts. His mouth cupped my nipples while his fingers stroked my throbbing area.
"I don't…" I moaned. "Want to go back…," I managed to say between my moans, "to our old lives."
"Yeah? Shall we stay here forever?" He asked, bringing his head between my legs.
"We can't…" I took a deep breath while he dragged his tongue across my inner thighs. Spreading my legs, he ran his tongue over my sensitive part, making me moan out loud.
His thumb stroked my pussy before filling it with his saliva. As our gazes met in the moment of heat, he brought his fingers near to my mouth. Without breaking my gaze, I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked them while my hand found its way to my wet womanhood.
"Then let's make this night memorable."
The wet fingers were then inserted, hitting me with the waves of pleasure. He kept increasing the pace and fingers, but I wanted more, especially when my gaze fell on his hand, which held his cock, controlling himself.
We had done everything, except proper sex. I didn't know the reason, but he never forced it on me.
He grunted as my wetness spread through the sheets, and his cock started to glisten with his own fluids. We then spent time with him playing with my womanhood with his fingers and tongue, and then I left kisses over his muscular chest. I couldn't stop myself from touching his perfect body.
My mouth stopped at his precious jewels between his legs, making him let out a loud grunt. Kisses turned into wet movements when I took it into my mouth, sending jolts to his body.
"Fuck, Elira!"
It hit my throat, making my eyes glassy. He held the back of my neck in a firm grip, pushing it deep inside my mouth. Only when he got satisfied did he leave me, and I gasped for air.
He then again pushed me to the bed and again played with my clit until I couldn't control it anymore.
"Keiran!" I moaned. "You have protection, don't you?"
"What?"
"I want it…" My gaze fell on his cock. "Inside me."
A smirk appeared on his lips as he shook his head negatively, leaving me surprised. My senses were out of control, and I only moaned while bringing my fingers between my legs, "Do it, please."
He gripped my jaw and made me look into his eyes as he said, "Look at me. It's me. Keiran Wolfe. The man you hate. Are you sure?"
I nodded my head.
"Words!" He shouted.
"Y-yes. Please."
"As you wish, babygirl." His cock slipped inside me, breaking through all the walls, letting me scream loudly. His fingers intertwined with mine as a lone tear escaped my eyes while bearing the pain of taking it inside. Soon, the pain turned into pleasure by the way he handled it.
With each thrust, he shouted, "You don't know how much I controlled."
My moans and screams echoed through our room as he continued thrusting it, making me see the world invisible to any naked eye.
"If only you hadn't cried during our first time!" He shouted again and thrust.
As much as his words confused me, they made me see the truth. The first night after I signed the contract, we almost had proper sex, but he didn't proceed. I never gave it much thought, but he didn't want to do it without my acceptance.
The truth hit me so hard, just like his thrusts, making me struggle to take normal breaths. My nails dug into his back and shoulders, taking his full length inside. Both of our bodies were damp with our sweat and fluids, and it only made him hotter.
Even after hitting the peak, he didn't stop it. We continued it, forgetting the time that passed, and we stopped only when I was about to pass out, unable to take it anymore.
The last thing that I saw before shutting my eyes was him covering me with the blanket after placing a good night kiss on my forehead.
The next day, by the time I again saw the light, half of the day was gone, and I woke up past afternoon. My legs wouldn't stop trembling, and a gasp escaped my mouth when I noticed the time. We should've left a long time back.
I sat straight while last night's memories hit my head, and my entire face turned red in embarrassment. Holding my shivering hands together, I started to deny the fact that I gave myself to him willingly, and I was the one who begged him for it.
"No! No! No!" I shook my head while tears filled my eyes.
The first thought that entered my head as soon as I got control of all my senses was Matthew. Our last night's moments were not based on any contract or anywhere near to it. It was consensual. Not just last night, the things that had been happening from the past few weeks were erasing the boundaries little by little.
But, instead of getting angry, why was I feeling so good? I wanted to regret the thing that had happened the previous night, but for some reason, it didn't feel wrong. It was the most real thing that I felt in months.
My mind kept telling me that it was just a moment of lust and everything of mine still belonged to Matthew, but my wavering heart started to tell me another story.
Holding hands, roaming on streets, late-night dances, and wishing for lasting moments were never the moments of lust. They all came from the depths of my heart, and it frightened me to the core.
I didn't want anything personal with Mr. Wolfe. His world and mine were entirely different, and even if we felt some sparks between us, they would automatically fade once the contract ended, and I truly loved and belonged to Matthew. I couldn't break my first love's heart, who was willing to fight with even people like Mr. Wolfe for me.
Quickly, I checked the calendar, and it thumped my heart. In happiness or sadness or even in confusion of when much time passed, I couldn't understand.
Nine months and ten days left for my freedom.