chapter 3: Eternal bliss
Caroline pov Everything that happened next was a blur of actions. So fast for my drunk mind to process all at the same time. The lingering taste of expensive alcohol on my mouth, his intoxicating manly scent that continues to drive me crazy. My mind was clouded, but my body? My body knew exactly what it wanted. Him. No matter how wrong it sounded I didn't want to think. Or try to decide whether my actions were moral or not. This fire was burning beneath my stomach. I wanted it gone. We barged through the hotel door. Lips locked in a fierce battle of kisses. His hands roamed all around my body, firm and possessive, as if he were trying to map out every inch of my body. From my hazy vision, it was a room having a three digit number, but that was the least of my concern, as the door slammed shut behind us. Nothing else mattered, except this… Heat pooled beneath me as he trailed hot kisses from my collar bone down to the base of my neck. I ached my neck further, gripping him for bare life, as if I didn't want to let go. The strange hot man didn't waste time with useless words. There was no need for small talk, no questions. We were two strangers drowning in lust, lost in a reckless escape from reality. Like a flash, my dress pooled beneath my legs. I was left with only my bra and panties, but before I could process the situation, My back hit the mattress, the cool sheets, a stark contrast to the fire consuming me. I heard the zipping of trousers before I felt a warm body engulf me again in a fit of pleasure that sent me moaning like I have ever done before. I felt something hard and heavy above my pussy, he grinned between the two of us. Waves of pleasure were threatening to blind me, as I dug my nails as his back, pulling him impossible closer, needing more. I didn’t think so . I didn’t feel guilty. Tonight, I wasn’t a betrayed wife. I wasn’t a woman fresh out of prison. I was just a woman, burning in the arms of a stranger. I gasped as his lips suddenly engulfed my nipples. trailed fire down my body, all the way from my stomach down to my core. his hands, leaving a scorching path wherever they touched. There was no hesitation or indecisiveness. The stranger knows his way around a woman's body. I would give him that. His hands were everywhere, touching places I had not touched before. Areas of my body I didn’t know existed until now. He gripped my thighs in a hard grip, spreading me open beneath him as his head disappeared between my legs. “Yessss” i burst out in an intense moan. I was seeing stars now. The hot stranger tongue was all over me. It sent bolts of electricity down my spine. I shivered uncontrollably, not used to this type of pleasure, but I didn't want it to end. I arched my hips against him, my body instinctively seeking more, needing more. “You’re sweet,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with an insatiable hunger that made me wet even more. “You are dripping wet”. His fingers dug into my hips the more, as he pressed his face more between my legs, I felt his hot tongue in me. He was fucking me with his tongue. I moaned like a bitch. my head falling back against the pillows as he took his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from me. The ache between my legs was unbearable, his actions only ignited a fire that only he could extinguish. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, desperate for release. "Patience," he rasped, his breath hot against my lips. But I had none left. I flipped us over, straddling him, feeling his hard big dick directly to my pussy. His dark eyes darkened uncontrollably, his grip tightening on my waist as I slowly rolled my hips, dragging a groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck," he growled, his fingers digging into my skin as I moved against him, lost in the friction, the heat, the overwhelming need for more. Then, with a swift movement, he had me on my back again, his body pressing me into the mattress. His lips crashed against mine as he finally gave in to my need. I felt his hard head just at my throbbing entrance before he entered me in a swift powerful thrust. A strangled cry left my lips as he filled me completely, impossibly stretching me to the max. He was incredibly deep. All the way inside me. Filling me up like anything I had imagined. I clung to him for dear life. my nails raking down his back as my pussy walls tried to accommodate his big dick. I instinctively clenched my pussy, bringing out a strangled growl from him, that remsebled like a wounded animal. “You hungry bitch” he growled in my ears. And like a spring let free, he pulled out just before slamming in. I tightened my legs, letting out a moan of pure ecstacy. Pleasure exploded through me, sending shockwaves down my spine, my body trembling beneath him as I came apart beneath the powerful thrust of the hot stranger. He knew exactly where to hit. I could feel him every time he slammed inside of me ,hit my pelvis wall. He was incredibly deep, and like a hungry animal, he continued to thrust in and out. My eyes rolled behind my head as pleasure threatened to swallow me. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the burst of pleasure that followed at his wake. After a long time of continuous pleasure, I felt my stomach tighten uncontrollably, and before I could react, I saw white for a moment, as I orgasmed. “Ahhhh, shit!” the hot stranger growled before I felt his dick pulsate inside me. He plunged himself incredibly deep into me, with a huge final thrust, he exploded inside me, coloring my insides with his hot seed. Our bodies trembled together as he collapsed on top of me, burying his head in my neck, as two of us rode out our high together while we struggled to catch our breath. I looked at the side and discovered that the handsome stranger was already fast asleep. His body pinned me to the bed. But even if I wanted to get up, the throbbing pain down my core was a core reminder of what had just happened. But I refused to think about it. I couldn’t form any tangible thoughts again. Not when my mind was still reeling from my incredible orgasm I just had a few minutes ago. darkness came silently. covering my vision, and I gladly allowed it. But I had a lingering thought before I succumbed to the darkness. Who was he?chapter 38: Johnsons dark dayCaroline’s POVI didn’t understand what just happened. Everything that had happened in the last ten minutes was like a comedy show.One minute, Xavier was sitting beside me, challenging his brother, tense but composed. The next, he changes from the calm and composed one to a raging bull, and like a storm, he barges out of the dining room. Leaving everyone confused and surprised.Xavier,” I had tried to call him, my voice low with worry, but he didn’t even look at me. His face… his eyes… they weren’t the ones I knew. He looked almost haunted. Tormented.Then he stood, and that horrible scraping sound of the chair against marble filled the room, loud and sharp like a slap.“Xavier. What is the meaning of this?” his mother’s voice rang out, controlled but clearly displeased.And from the looks of things, nobody was pleased,But he didn’t turn back.He walked out. Without a word. Without a glance, leaving me in the midst of the lions.And I just sat there.F
Chapter 37: JoelineXavier povI couldn’t breathe well.Not because the air was thin, but because it felt like my lungs were being ripped out of me, and being replaced by glass.Joeline!.That name alone was enough to let dark barely suppressed memories I thought I had buried start to resurface, memories I had made myself to believe weren't there anymore.But now, now seeing her standing beside Elijah, who had a killer smirk.In this house. Wearing that face. Smiling that smile that had once meant the world to me.I felt like punching someone, or something.anything at all to vent off my anger that was barely at bay.And Elijah…Elijah, had invited her to this family dinner, after everything that had happened three years ago. like it was the most casual thing in the world.My fiancée.That word echoed in my head like a drumbeat. A joke. A curse.The room faded. The chandelier, the table, the chatter of my shocked uncles, Caroline’s puzzled and confused expression, even Mother’s narrowed
Chapter 36: Fiancée Caroline povI walked beside Xavier, desperately trying to focus on the polished floor. The giant chandelier, rather than what had happened…or almost happened a few minutes ago.I caught myself taking a side glance at his straight and well structured jaw that looked like it was carved by the sex God.I needed to focus. anything but him. But how could I?He looked devastatingly good in that white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled halfway to his elbows, his dark hair carelessly perfect like he hadn’t even tried. lips pressed into that same annoying poker face he wore like armor. A direct opposite of his brother Elija…,I froze, and my silly behavior finally caught his attention.“Are you okay? You look like you would run at any moment.” “I…,it's just that it's a little hot. I am fine” I beamed a nervous smile while trying to calm my inside that was already on fire.I couldn’t believe that I had just compared him with his brother.I hated that Xavier always infiltra
chapter 35: Dinner awaitsCaroline’s POVThe hallway was unusually quiet when we entered through the side door. Daphne immediately separated from me to go freshen up, leaving me to find my way to our room. I was sweaty, sore, and with way too many questions swirling in my head. My body still felt shaky from the morning run, and the unexpected conversation with Elijah had left a strange knot in my chest.I groaned, closing the door behind me while walking like a zombie to the bathtub. What I just needed was a hot bath.A few minutes later, I was coming out from my hot shower. Hot Steam curled around me , with a towel pressed against my damp hair. I had thought I would get rid of all the pressing thoughts that refused to leave my head, but no, they continued to linger. Elijah's suspicious questions, the strange stares from the maids, servants, and worst of all, the tension between me and Xavier. Especially about the new clause and the fight for the heirship. I don't know why, but I k
chapter 34: Garden encounterCaroline povWe had jogged for like 30 minutes, which felt like forever.My lungs burned. My legs screamed from. There is too much use.Beside me, Daphne laughed breathlessly, as if she was enjoying my suffering and pain. “Come on, Caroline. That’s the best you’ve got?” she said, wiping off sweats that had clogged around her forehead with the sleeve of her brown hoodie.I bent forward, palms on my knees, gulping in air like i couldn't get enough. “I swear…" this is not what I signed up for.”“Common Caroline, stop being dramatic, and let's continue, we are yet to reach half…”“Hell noo,” I invited, stomping my leg on the floor to emphasize my point. I refuse to be Daphne's second Xavier. Besides, she had barged in and broken the moment I and Xavier were having. ”I am done here”Seeing her smile getting wider and wider, every second made my anger boil from embarrassment. The thoughts of how she had barged into our room earlier made me want to strangle her
chapter 33: Talk to meCaroline’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the velvet curtains and polished wooden floor. I blinked slowly, Was it just me.or was there something almost special about the Johnsons estate. Like everything ranging from the air, the sunlights looked fresher.I sank deep into the warmth of the sheets, welcoming the silence of the room and the sound of a soft beating heart.Xaviers beating heart.I inhaled deeply, the scent of him, musky, spice, and something uniquely Xavier, wrapping around me like a second skin.He lay beside me, his breathing steady, his chest rising and falling softly with each breath.I propped up myself, watching. I know it was creepy, but I couldn't help myself.for the first time since I had known him, I saw him without his anger. Without his distant walls that were always around him. No furrowed brows, no clenched jaw. Just… Xavier. Real. Peaceful. And almost Human.My eyes trailed the
Chapter 32: Steamy night sexual explicit ‼️‼️‼️content ahead, you can skip this chapter, and ut will not affect the story flow. Caroline pov A strangled gasp escaped my lips, but he swallowed the sound, backing me into a nearby wall. I felt his hands sliding down to grip my hips like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to crush me or worship it. Heat exploded through me like fire. All the anger, all the fear, all the confusion, all the unspent tension from the dinner a few hours ago, was swallowed by his intense kiss, burned away from the intensity of his touch. I was burning, and even though there was no fire, I felt like I should quell the rising heat that had suddenly risen in my body. If not, I might actually burn from the inside out. And I did just that, following my instincts, I clutched at his shirt and pulled him closer. So close that I wished we were not close enough. I could have said no or chose to push him away. To resolve our grievances. But at this moment… I didn'
Chapter 31: The unsaid tension Caroline pov "You didn’t disappoint the masterpiece, Caroline," Elijah's words continue to repeat in my mind. Those words were the exact words in the note of the dress that I had worn to the party. Xavier had said it was not him but refused to tell me who it was. But now it all made sense. Why was he so angry? The reason he insisted I change the dress? Cause he knows it was from Elijah. A short gasp escaped from my mouth, I realised too late that Xavier had stopped abruptly and me not lookin had bumped at his back. I shivered, but not just from the chill. But from the chaos that was Xavier breathing down my neck. It looked like he had a lot to say but didn't know how to start. I looked down, wrapping my hands around myself. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Not after what had happened. Luckily, he said nothing, choosing to cross the driveway, his hand tightly holding mine. I'm a painful grip, but I made no noise. In the dis
Caroline povThe music pulsed through the room, a soft, smooth melody that flowed through the hall in a quite strong manner that made it easier for Elijah to twirl me around effortlessly.He moved with grace, like someone who has a lot of years of experience. He knew how to charm a room , and unfortunately, his charm was working a little too well on me."You dance better than I thought, for someone who had never danced before." Elijah said, his lips curling up into a playful smirk as he led me through a slow spin. I huffed, trying not to let his compliment affect me."Thanks... I guess beginner's luck?""No, really," he insisted, pulling me a little closer with a sly tug of my waist."For someone who's supposed to be a new 'Alien’ in our world, you're doing a damn good job keeping up with the tension."I stiffened slightly at the word 'new alien’, it was always a dagger people liked to throw in an insulting way.But Elijah's tone was teasing and, at the same time, not cruel. At lea