A/N: WARNING! Something is cumming…
Charlene's POV
I stayed quiet while sitting on the cold chair by the swimming pool. Everyone else in the house was already asleep. I was sure only Kerill and I were still awake.
I couldn't sit still as I watched him swim. I didn't even know why he asked me to come here. After what he did earlier in front of the press, he'd become even more clingy and kept smiling whenever our eyes met.
"Join me."
I snapped back to reality when he spoke. He had already climbed out of the pool and was now standing beside me. Even though it was a bit dark, I could clearly see the six defined lines on his stomach.
It looked so— I mean, it was so distracting. I quickly looked away before my eyes wandered somewhere else.
"Look at me, Charlene," he said, but I immediately shook my head. I couldn't. Not when he somehow looked even more handsome to me tonight.
"Hey… look at me."
"What do you need? I'm going back upstairs," I said, swallowing hard.
"I need… you."
I closed my eyes at what he said. This was so annoying! Why were my cheeks turning red again? My body was reacting before I could even think.
"Okay." That was all I managed to say.
"You don't believe me… do you?" he asked.
That made me look at him. I knew what he was pointing at, and even I was confused. He had shouted to the whole country that I was his wife, but why couldn't I feel secure?
He took my hand and placed it against his wet cheek. I clearly saw the change in his eyes. The way he looked at me now was completely different from before. I was falling into that gaze again, and I knew that in just a few seconds, I'd be willing to be foolish for him all over again.
"I like you, Charlene. Maybe I just realized it now. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for hurting you over and over. I promise I'll change. I will never hurt you again. I promise. Please… give me one more chance to prove myself?"
I couldn't answer. I just stared at him. No words came out.
When he didn't get a response, he slowly leaned his face closer to mine. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm, wet lips on mine. He kissed me while all I could do was keep my eyes shut. I was afraid to open them. What if this was just a dream? What if when I opened my eyes, he would be gone—and so would what he was feeling?
We went back inside, and he offered to sleep in my room. I agreed. Now he was holding me tightly as we lay on the bed.
I stared blankly at the ceiling. Neither of us spoke.
"You're wearing the perfume," he whispered as he inhaled the scent from my neck.
I nodded.
"It makes me more addicted to you," he added.
I took a deep breath and gathered the courage to face him.
But I froze when I saw his face up close. My eyes moved from his eyes, to his nose, to his lips. I never imagined we'd be this close to each other.
"I'm scared, Kerill." I finally said it. Tears started falling from my eyes. He immediately wiped them away and kissed my forehead.
"Don't be. I'm here. I will protect you," he whispered before kissing my lips again.
"What if what you're feeling is just attraction? Or jealousy? What if you wake up one day and realize you don't actually like me? That you just don't want to lose to your brother? That maybe—"
I stopped when he kissed me again.
"Shut up and just kiss me, will you?"
I don't know why I nodded—but I did.
I kissed him. Firm but slow, my eyes closed. I wanted him to feel my love, even if it was only through that kiss. He responded and slowly positioned himself over me, never breaking our kiss.
He took off his shirt and began kissing my neck. I moaned from the intense ticklish sensation. He slowly removed my shirt. It was loose, almost like an off-shoulder top, so it slipped off easily. His kisses traveled down over my chest—one side, then the other, then lower.
He gently bit, making me moan even more. I grabbed his hair because I couldn't handle what he was doing to my breasts. He teased them with his tongue.
"Kerill… ahhh…"
I called his name several times while he continued. I was still holding his hair as he moved lower, kissing my stomach, then down even further. He pulled down my shorts and underwear, then pulled me closer to him. He lifted both my legs and rested them over his shoulders.
I gripped the pillow and bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning loudly when I felt his tongue inside me. He licked and sucked at my center like he had been starving. He played with me using his tongue, and even though I couldn't see it, I could feel that he was using his whole mouth.
"You like it, huh?"
"Please… Kerill…"
"Beg, Charlene. Beg!"
"Ahhhh… please…"
I felt his hands hold me open before his lips returned. I thought I was going to lose my mind. He pushed his tongue deeper, and I felt like I was about to pass out. My legs were trembling, but he still wouldn't stop.
I grabbed anything I could reach just to steady myself. But he was driving me crazy.
"Let me measure how deep it is before I enter," I heard him say.
Measure? But he'd already been inside—
I was about to speak when I suddenly moaned loudly as he pushed a finger inside me. It went deep. He moved it slowly, curling it inside me, and I nearly bit the blanket to keep from screaming.
"Just right."
Just right? What did he mean?
"Permission to enter?"
"S-sure…"
Sure? What nonsense was that, Charlene? Why was I just going along with everything he said?
He climbed over me again and removed his boxer shorts. It was big—like I hadn't seen it before.
"Come here." He pulled me up and made me sit on the floor while he sat at the edge of the bed.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, confused.
"Come forward, silly."
That's when I realized what he wanted. I looked at his manhood and swallowed.
"Won't I choke?" I asked.
"You won't. I'll teach you," he said. He held my hair back so it wouldn't fall over my face. I swallowed again before finally leaning closer.
I took him into my mouth and almost choked because of his size and length.
He groaned, and that encouraged me to move my mouth faster, taking him in and out.
"Faster… faster… hmmm…"
Was this what it felt like to have someone's moans sound like music in your ears? I loved hearing it.
He made me try different positions, and it nearly drove me insane. It must have been around three in the morning by the time we both grew exhausted. The bed almost broke from how hard and fast he moved inside me.
When we finally finished, I was completely worn out.
I fell asleep immediately from sheer exhaustion.