Chapter 7

Lydia’s POV

"Let's go," he said, staring straight at me after he had settled the bill.

I nodded.

His hands came on my lower back and steered me towards the exit.

We were both quiet as we crossed the road to the hotel at the other side.

"Wait here," he told me the moment we stepped inside the reception.

I nodded, incapable of anything else.

My eyes followed his tall muscular figure as he went to the reception counter.

A few minutes later and he was heading back to me with a hotel card.

A gold card.

That meant only one thing.

He had secured a suite.

The largest one.

Someone was rich… rich or he just wanted to impress me.

As if I cared were we fucked.

All I wanted at this moment was a man, cherishing every piece of me.

It didn't matter where.

How could it matter to me after years of sexual starvation in a loveless marriage?

"Lydia," he called.

My eyes focused on him.

"Let's go," he started, while offering me his elbow. "I got us a suite."

I gave him a small smile.

"I can see that."

I slid my arm around his.

He guided me towards the elevator, sexual tension thick in the air around us.

People stepped into the elevator alongside us, couples and staffs likewise.

The metal doors closed shut.

His hands left mine and slid down to warp around my waist, tightly.

Sensations rushed through me as his touch burned through my entire body.

My eyes lifted to his face.

He held me closer to him even as he was string straight ahead, at the door.

His hands slid lower, cupping my ass tenderly on the back of the elevator.

I closed my eyes.

A small moan nearly left my lips.

But I bit it back.

He leaned in closer.

"It won't be long now," he whispered in a low voice, hoarse with his desire.

Warmth slid down my thighs.

I pressed them together.

Tightly.

His breath fanned my cheeks.

"I want you, Lydia."

There was no denying the desire that was layered thick in his voice.

Wetness slipped out of me.

"Do you want me too?"

I swallowed.

My eyes fell shut.

My head arched back as he planted his lips firmly in the groove of my neck.

His tongue tasted my skin.

My core clenched and unclenched.

"Y-yess," I whispered, breathless.

Suddenly, he stepped back.

My eyes flew open.

My entire body was quick to mourn the loss of his bodily warmth.

Though he wasn't looking at me.

I followed his gaze.

His eyes was trained on the metal doors where the last couple were getting off.

The moment the metal doors closed behind their backs, he was turning to me.

"You knew there wer—"

His lips crashed over mine.

The entire words I had planned to use for scolding him was gone in a jiffy.

I gasped against his lips.

His lips moved over mine ruthlessly, only possessing and plundering mine.

I forced myself to breath through my nose so I don't suffocate while at it.

The entire nerves in my body carried different sensations in a journey.

My nipples beaded as my hands slid up and wrapped around his neck.

He deepened the kiss then.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned as his tongue slid deep into my mouth, dancing.

The sweat tango of our tongues and mixing saaliav turned me on greatly.

Liquid seeped out of my core.

I was soaking wet, for him, for this man.

The elevator opened with a ring sound that caused us to instantly disengage.

He stared down at me, breathing greedy through his nose, eyes wide.

Then, he grabbed my arms and wordlessly began to lead me out of the elevator.

I followed without resistance.

Both of us went down the quiet corridor and ended up in front of a room.

He swiped the card.

The doors opened.

"After you," he said to me.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the room was that it was sparkling clean.

Coloured lights shine in sequence.

I turned around to tell him how much I liked the room and got suprised.

He had barely made it through the room door when he kicked it shut with his foot.

And he had me securely pinned against the wooden door in the blink of an eyes.

My gaze rounded.

My pulse hammered in my ears.

But his lips were pressing against my neck before I even could utter a word.

He sniffed my skin.

"You smell amazing."

But I couldn't say a word.

Not when he was missing every inch of my neck as if it was something to venerate.

Heat pooled in my belly.

My hand grabbed his solid chest for support and my legs instantly became jelly.

But his teeth softly sank into my flesh.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned.

I pressed my thighs together.

His tongue glided over my neck, finding its way down to my exposed clavicle.

"Oh, fuck."

My fingers slid gently into his hair in order to pull him closer to me.

He lifted his head.

"You drivee me crazy," he said.

My brows rose.

"With lust?" I asked.

He gripped my jaw, looking down at me.

"I wouldn't call it that." And then he kissed me as if he had been waiting almost ten centuries for it.

Blood rushed into my ears.

I gripped him firmly by the collar and kissed him back in the same way.

Our clothes came off fast—shirt buttons popping and zippers being undone.

Fabric after fabric hit the floor as we bared ourselves for the other to see.

"You're beautiful," he complimented me while his gaze lingered on my breasts.

I felt wanted.

For the first time since my marriage.

I didn't feel useless.

Not unattractive.

Not tolerated.

Wanted.

Pleasure wrapped around me.

"You, yourself, are not bad either," I responded with a grin.

"Come here," he urged.

I didn't even need another invitation, going into his arms at that instant.

His lips covered mine.

I moaned softly into his mouth.

We moved towards the bed with our arms all over each other, not willing to let go.

And then we fell in a heap into the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs.