Chapter 78: Their First Night (19)
“I’ll be alright,” she said. She raised her downcast head and glanced at Clint, noting his shining beauty. “If you would have me as a partner, then I’d like to spend the night with you.”
It had come to this. I hope he doesn’t reject me, she thought. It occurred to her that she would rather be rejected by Lawrence a thousand times than to hear Clint’s refusal.
Clint stared vacantly. He put down the book, and wrapped his arms around her and she let her head rest in his chest. He could smell her sweet scent that devoured every part of his world.
She was his partner. The only partner he would have.
He did not think this was possible. He was content with life before, fine living as someone else’s puppet. But then he met her, and his world lit up. Now there was only her. He loved this woman, and he would try his best to become the man her heart deserves and needs.
It drove him wild. He did not know the exact time when she suddenly became important to him. It just happened like snowflakes falling, and not realizing that it soon covered the whole garden.
She was the only one he wanted to connect with. When they reached out to the same book and thought out loud the exact phrase they loved from Winston, Clint had been filled with emotions. It was the little things she did that made him attracted to her.
Why does she keep doing things that drive him mad? It was all so unsettling but he knew that he would not have it any other way.
His hand went down the back of her waist, feeling the lines of her curves. She bit her lips and shuddered, forgetting for a moment that he had taken a hold of her lips. The kiss promised primal desire, and he desired her. His tongue pushed through her lips, asking for entrance.
She let him.
He tasted like sweet candy. His tongue explored the deepest part of her, painted the picture of love inside her lips. He wanted to feel her breath inside him, every detail of her lips. He wanted her – all of her.
His back was bent uncomfortably, but he cared not for it. The woman in front of him mattered more. The kiss mattered more than his aching back.
Clint kissed her lips till it was swollen red. When he parted from her sweet mouth, her face was flushed red, blushing. She averted her gaze, but he cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes.
“Don’t look away,” he said. His voice was low. “Don’t cry, alright? I’m already this nervous.”
Ailea nodded, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.
“You’re addicting, Ailea. I think I want your kiss every morning.” He licked her lips once more. “Could you take off your clothes? he asked gently.
Tears had fallen the last time he undressed her. He did not want that, so he wanted her to take her time.
She took off her gloves. He watched her. His watching gaze felt like an obscene act.
She let the gloves fall to the ground, and she slowly reached out behind her back. She pulled on the ribbon. Clint reached out to help.
Noticing her nervousness, he turned around and took off his gloves then grabbed a glass of water, as if telling her to take all the time she needed.
He proceeded to unb*tton his white shirt, revealing his broad, muscled back.
Ailea huffed a little. He did not look at all nervous like she was.
She lowered her last underdress, revealing the shape of her nakedness. She felt conscious, and she looked around. Her nakedness had been reflected in the window. Compared to Clint’s perfection, her imperfection was glaring.
“I c-can’t do it. I’ll go first…” She fumbled on her dress.
Clint turned around and watched her. Her slender shoulders trembled. She looked smaller than before.
He quickly put out the lights.
Ailea looked back, surprised.
“You’ll get hurt. Don’t move,” he said.
He walked toward her and reached out. His hand touched her collarbone. He could feel her body quiver against her touch. Tracing the outline of her skin, his free hand moved down her waist. He kissed her forehead, but it was her eyes he kissed.
He chuckled. “I thought it was your forehead.”
“Clint…”
“I’m not able to see anything. Don’t be nervous.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
“I might trip over.”
“Don’t worry. I got you. Just trust me, okay?”
He walked backward, pulling her toward him. She followed rhythmic footsteps.
“Why are you so nervous?” he asked. “Your hands are cold.”
She answered in a soft dulcet. “I’m afraid that you won’t like me.”
“Why do you think that?” He kissed her head, whispering. “White, black, brown, the color of your skin doesn’t matter. You’re my wife to the very end.”
He had seen her at her most difficult state, witnessed her most unlovable parts as she unraveled each imperfections of her. And despite this all, he had loved her anyway.
In the dark, nothing could be seen, and Ailea felt comfort. When they reached the edge of the bed, Clint laid her down. He was on top of her. Their legs – his muscular and hers slender – tangled together.
Her face turned red. “It’s dark…”
“Take all the time you need to adjust.”
Ailea nodded.
Clint moved his hand and rubbed her knee. His chest pushed against the softness of her br**st. He could feel her nipples erect. His lips caressed her neck, and his other feeling the lines of her jaw. His warmth spread all over her, and she melted in tune.
His thumb circled her lips. She trembled, parting her lips in return.
“…Suck it.”
Chapter 78: Their First Night (19)
“I’ll be alright,” she said. She raised her downcast head and glanced at Clint, noting his shining beauty. “If you would have me as a partner, then I’d like to spend the night with you.”
It had come to this. I hope he doesn’t reject me, she thought. It occurred to her that she would rather be rejected by Lawrence a thousand times than to hear Clint’s refusal.
Clint stared vacantly. He put down the book, and wrapped his arms around her and she let her head rest in his chest. He could smell her sweet scent that devoured every part of his world.
She was his partner. The only partner he would have.
He did not think this was possible. He was content with life before, fine living as someone else’s puppet. But then he met her, and his world lit up. Now there was only her. He loved this woman, and he would try his best to become the man her heart deserves and needs.
It drove him wild. He did not know the exact time when she suddenly became important to him. It just happened like snowflakes falling, and not realizing that it soon covered the whole garden.
She was the only one he wanted to connect with. When they reached out to the same book and thought out loud the exact phrase they loved from Winston, Clint had been filled with emotions. It was the little things she did that made him attracted to her.
Why does she keep doing things that drive him mad? It was all so unsettling but he knew that he would not have it any other way.
His hand went down the back of her waist, feeling the lines of her curves. She bit her lips and shuddered, forgetting for a moment that he had taken a hold of her lips. The kiss promised primal desire, and he desired her. His tongue pushed through her lips, asking for entrance.
She let him.
He tasted like sweet candy. His tongue explored the deepest part of her, painted the picture of love inside her lips. He wanted to feel her breath inside him, every detail of her lips. He wanted her – all of her.
His back was bent uncomfortably, but he cared not for it. The woman in front of him mattered more. The kiss mattered more than his aching back.
Clint kissed her lips till it was swollen red. When he parted from her sweet mouth, her face was flushed red, blushing. She averted her gaze, but he cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes.
“Don’t look away,” he said. His voice was low. “Don’t cry, alright? I’m already this nervous.”
Ailea nodded, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.
“You’re addicting, Ailea. I think I want your kiss every morning.” He licked her lips once more. “Could you take off your clothes? he asked gently.
Tears had fallen the last time he undressed her. He did not want that, so he wanted her to take her time.
She took off her gloves. He watched her. His watching gaze felt like an obscene act.
She let the gloves fall to the ground, and she slowly reached out behind her back. She pulled on the ribbon. Clint reached out to help.
Noticing her nervousness, he turned around and took off his gloves then grabbed a glass of water, as if telling her to take all the time she needed.
He proceeded to unb*tton his white shirt, revealing his broad, muscled back.
Ailea huffed a little. He did not look at all nervous like she was.
She lowered her last underdress, revealing the shape of her nakedness. She felt conscious, and she looked around. Her nakedness had been reflected in the window. Compared to Clint’s perfection, her imperfection was glaring.
“I c-can’t do it. I’ll go first…” She fumbled on her dress.
Clint turned around and watched her. Her slender shoulders trembled. She looked smaller than before.
He quickly put out the lights.
Ailea looked back, surprised.
“You’ll get hurt. Don’t move,” he said.
He walked toward her and reached out. His hand touched her collarbone. He could feel her body quiver against her touch. Tracing the outline of her skin, his free hand moved down her waist. He kissed her forehead, but it was her eyes he kissed.
He chuckled. “I thought it was your forehead.”
“Clint…”
“I’m not able to see anything. Don’t be nervous.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
“I might trip over.”
“Don’t worry. I got you. Just trust me, okay?”
He walked backward, pulling her toward him. She followed rhythmic footsteps.
“Why are you so nervous?” he asked. “Your hands are cold.”
She answered in a soft dulcet. “I’m afraid that you won’t like me.”
“Why do you think that?” He kissed her head, whispering. “White, black, brown, the color of your skin doesn’t matter. You’re my wife to the very end.”
He had seen her at her most difficult state, witnessed her most unlovable parts as she unraveled each imperfections of her. And despite this all, he had loved her anyway.
In the dark, nothing could be seen, and Ailea felt comfort. When they reached the edge of the bed, Clint laid her down. He was on top of her. Their legs – his muscular and hers slender – tangled together.
Her face turned red. “It’s dark…”
“Take all the time you need to adjust.”
Ailea nodded.
Clint moved his hand and rubbed her knee. His chest pushed against the softness of her br**st. He could feel her nipples erect. His lips caressed her neck, and his other feeling the lines of her jaw. His warmth spread all over her, and she melted in tune.
His thumb circled her lips. She trembled, parting her lips in return.
“…Suck it.”
