CHAPTER 7

"May I taste your lips again?"

I didn’t know what the question was, and he didn’t wait for an answer. He kissed me, and I responded eagerly. I lay back, and he leaned over me, our kisses deepening until I felt a strange heat spreading through my body.

“Hmm…” I moaned as our kisses deepened while his hands moved through my body. He aggressively slid his hands inside my top and quickly freed my breasts from my bra until he caressly fondled them. Not too long, he fully removed my clothes to see clearly the nipples that he had been playing with, which gave a sensual electricity to my whole body. I could see the way he reacted when he saw my hardened teat; he bit his lips as if he was controlling how he craved for it. He started to suck them, and I tried hard not to moan. What Bryle was doing to me was making me crazy. We couldn’t care less if we are doing this in a public place. What matters right now is to please ourselves and to do what we want with our bodies.

“Fuck, your scent is making me more horny, wife.” He whispered, and his voice turned husky, which gave more heat to my body. Right after he said it, he returned to lick and suck my tit. I couldn’t help but pull his hair out of the pleasure he’s giving me.

“I can’t control myself,” he said as he continued to kiss me on my neck.

I don't know what is happening right now. I couldn’t even think straight because of the amount of pleasure he's giving me. He began to place his free hand inside my skirt and pulled my panties aside so he could touch my already soaking womanhood. I moaned harder as soon as I felt his touch down onto my dampness and played with my clit.

"You're already wet, Eli."

"I know…"

I swallowed hard when I felt Bryle put two fingers inside my hole. From the length of his fingers, I could feel he touched the spot that makes me more sensual. He started to thrust his fingers into me. It was gentle, but he made sure he was hitting the sensitive spot of my pussy.

“Ugh, fucking gracious. I-I like what you're doing…” I moaned.

“You'll love it more if it were my dick,” I just swallowed from what he said.

I gasped as he stopped fingering my hole. Then I realized that he positioned himself between my thighs. I was just watching him when he suddenly stopped from what he was doing, and I saw him staring at my pussy.

“W-why?” I nervously asked.

“I wanted to taste it.” Even before I could react, he swiftly moved closer to my slit and started to devour it.

I quickly put a hand on my mouth and nervously scanned the area. Still no people around us as we are far from the bar.

“Moan if you want, don't mind the others,” Bryle demanded in between licking and sucking every part of my womanhood. This is making me crazier, I don't even know where to hold onto—ohh fuck, whatever.

From this pleasure I felt, I pulled his hair and pushed him even more, so I could feel more of his tongue on my wetness. More moans came out of me, and my back started to arch as well.

He suddenly stopped eating me, “I couldn't hold myself anymore,” he whispered, then he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his already erect manhood. I unconsciously bit my lip as he started to tease my pussy with the tip of his cock. He also slightly slapped it with his dick before he slowly put it inside of my drenched femininity.

"Ugh... Shit..." I could feel the length and thickness of his cock once he was deep inside of me. He then started to move on top of me, which truly sent me lost in my mind, and moaned.

"Fuck you're so tight," he hoarsely whispered to me. I couldn’t respond to him as I was breathing heavily, feeling every penetration he was doing.

We were exchanging moans until he increased the speed of his thrusting. “I'm gonna cum,” he said. I could also feel the buildup in me. He aggressively thrust into my pussy, and I clung to his arms. Not long enough, I had an unearthly orgasm, and at the same time, I felt the warmth in me.

He cummed inside.

I felt so tired, and my legs and hips ached. This was the first time I had sex, and Bryle was the one to take my virginity. I looked back into his eyes, then I caught him staring at me, “Let's make our marriage official, Felicity.” There was something in his eyes that told me he was genuinely sincere in the words he said.

I smiled and also felt sleepy. Before I drifted off, I answered with a grin, "Okay, we'll do that..." I didn't hear what he said next, after those words, I completely dozed off.

I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face. I slowly sat up and scanned the unfamiliar room—looks like Bryle checked us into a nearby hotel. I heard the door open, and my attention shifted to Bryle, talking on his phone. He glanced back at me, but he didn’t show any reaction and just walked toward a door that led to the balcony.

I decided to freshen up in the bathroom. I checked the time on my wristwatch—late for Lee Corp. My parents were probably there, and I didn’t want to miss the meeting.

"I’m heading out," I said as I came out of the bathroom. Bryle was already sitting on the bed, arms crossed. "Aren’t you going to work?" I asked, surprised he wasn’t moving.

"I had a meeting with the investors, but I canceled it because of you. And now you’re just going? Seems a bit unfair, Felicity Rose Lee." His tone was sharp.

I winced—why did he seem so off? And wasn’t I supposed to be 'Caje' now, not Lee? What was his problem?

"Are you mad?" I asked straight out. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. Obviously, you’re mad."

"Why would I be mad? It’s a small thing to cancel something important to me and spend all my time on a drunk woman who doesn’t even appreciate what I did."

Wow. Was he being sarcastic? "Tsk. Fine, I won’t go to work. But I’ll go home, I haven’t packed yet. Aren’t I supposed to move into your place?"

At that, he seemed to perk up. He stood quickly and walked to the door. See? He's being dramatic, so quick to change his mood. "Good, we’re on the same page," he said with a smirk, opening the door. "Come on, I’ll drive you home."

I just shook my head, not bothering to say more.

When I got home, Bryle followed me to my room. I just let him be. I was focusing on packing my clothes while he inspected my stuff.

"You’re a painter, right?" he asked, "If you paint, why don’t you have any in your own room? Don’t you want art on your walls?"

I glanced at him, catching him staring at a framed college picture of mine. "Hmm… Let’s just say I don’t have anything I want to put up," I shrugged, going back to packing. "All my paintings become favorites. If I put all of my favorites up, I’d end up drawing on the walls, right?" I joked.

He didn’t reply, so I kept packing. When I was done, I suggested we head out. But just as we were about to leave, I got a message from my mom. I sighed as I was reading it—she wanted me at Lee Corp. I glanced sideways at Bryle, busy loading my stuff into his car. Should I go? I shook my head and tucked my phone away. Sorry, Mom. I knew after the meeting, you’d introduce me to some guy for marriage again, and I didn’t want to show up if that was your plan.

"Done, let’s go." I got into Bryle’s car after he loaded my things, and we headed to his place.

After a long drive, we finally arrived. "Wow… this is beautiful. Do you live here alone?" I asked, amazed as I took in the house. It was huge for one person.

We went up to the second floor, and he led me to a room. He opened the door, and his helpers brought in all of my stuff. "This’ll be your room. And like you wanted, we’ll have separate rooms. Mine’s right across. Just knock if you need anything."

I didn’t reply, letting him walk out. My attention landed on the easel stand. I smiled, touching it gently. Has it been here a while? Or did Bryle buy it for me? I shook off the thought and started unpacking.

As I put my clothes in the cabinet, a question hit me: Was it a mistake to move in with Bryle? It's not like it'll hurt my painter’s career or anything, right?​