CHRISTIAN thought he couldn’t get any harder than he already was, but he was wrong. Heat radiated off his whole body as he watched the elevator numbers climbed up to their room.

His heart was panting with anticipation as they walked through the hallway. Every step they take felt like it takes forever, that was the longest walk of his life. He wanted to drag the woman inside the suite in that instant, but he managed not to do so. He does not want to scare her.

Christian locked the door immediately when they finally entered the suite. His throbbing arousal couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hey,” he called. The woman was facing the opposite direction.

Her mask fell on the floor. He waited for her to turned to his direction, but she was not moving an inch. Christian approached her only to be shocked when he saw her face. His fists clenched.

“T-Tessa,” he said, his voice was cold and low.

Tears welled up in her eyes and began to roll forth down her cheeks.

“F-forgive me, Christian… forgive me for what I’ve done…” Tessa said between her cries. “I didn’t mean to run away from you…”

Christian stilled. The thought of that day that he was standing like a fool in front of many people pained him. Tessa left him waiting at the altar on their wedding day, and now she’s telling him that she didn’t mean to do that. What the fuck was that?

“Christian, I’m so sorry…” Tessa caught his hand and linked their fingers while her other hand went up to his cheek and gently caressed him.

He closed his eyes. Tessa had sinned, but Christian couldn’t change the truth of how his body reacts with every touch. Damn, he was so hard for her; it was painful.

Christian shoved her hand away, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer. He sniffed her neck, breathe in her invigorating scent. Tessa smelled different today. It wasn’t her usual scent back then. Now, she smells like a mixture of juicy grapefruit, black currant, and lily of the valley.

“Do you forgive me, Christian?” she asked, her eyes still welled with tears.

Tessa gasped when he buried his face on her neck. Christian kissed and nibbled her flesh.

“C-Christian…” Her arms clutched around his neck.

He growled when his hand found the zipper of her gown. He pulled it down immediately.

Seeing her almost naked made his hardness jerk in his pants. Christian pushed her down on the bed and started undressing. Tessa watched, desire flaring her eyes. Soon he joined her on the bed. Their mouths molded together while his palms cupped her breasts, kneading the dense flesh. Tessa’s fingers dug into Christian’s hair, grinding herself against his hardness.

Breathing hard, Christian almost tore the lacy fabric when he pulled it down to expose her. Damn, Tessa was a sight to behold. Her legs spread while lying on the bed, her wet, swollen sex exposed to him.

“Stay still,” Christian commanded as he positioned himself.

His mouth went down between her thighs. Tessa cried out loud as his tongue parted the folds of her sex. Her taste was addicting. It spread over his tongue. Christian groaned as he pushes his tongue inside her depth. He feasted on her, driving her higher to the peak of pleasure.

“Take me, Christian… Take me now…” Tessa pleaded.

He positioned himself on top of her and rubbed his length up and down her drenched slit. “You want me now, Tessa?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes… yes, Christian!” she cried.

Christian grinned from ear to ear when Tessa lifted her hips and ground into his hardness. She moaned, grasped his arms, dug her fingers on him as he pushed his thick length into her hot, creamy depth.

‘Fuck,’ he cursed in his mind.

“Tessa, let me in.” Christian dug his fingers on her waist and pulled back. “Relax.”

He pushed into her again, working his way into her tight, wet heat. Christian growled, and in one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Her warmth was squeezing him, swallowing him. And then Christian heard her whimper.

He stilled and then looked at Tessa. Her lips were parted while looking at him. Every cell in his body was telling him to fuck her hard, but there was something that holds him back.

Christian looked between them, and he was shocked to see something red—blood. And by the feel of that incredible tightness, he knew that Tessa was still a virgin!

“Damn it, Tessa…”

There were times they were intimate back then, but without penetration involve. It was a surprise, Christian wasn’t expecting her to remain a virgin all those years she was gone.

Tessa started moving beneath him.

“Tessa… stop…” he hissed.

“No…” She continued rolling her hips.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Christian’s hips moved again as if he couldn’t control his body anymore. Lust had consumed him, and there was no other way to fight it. He gave in.

“Say my name, Tessa…” His voice was rough from hunger.

“Christian…” Her eyes widened as his length stroke her walls. “Oh, Christian…”

He groaned, covering her mouth with his.

Christian lost rhythm, his hips pumping recklessly into her, driving his hardness with a force that should have frightened her. But to his amazement, Tessa took him.

He swallowed her moans in his kiss, kept thrusting until his own release washed over him.

EYRE was alone on the bed when she woke up. Her eyes instantly wandered around the room and found Christian’s clothes on the floor. She let out a deep sigh. He did not leave her. Good, because she has a story to tell.

She was about to leave the bed when the door opened. Christian went in. His shirt was wet from sweat.

“You’re awake,” he said as he pulled off his shirt. His flat washboard stomach was revealed.

Christian smirked when he looked at her. He joins her at the bed, pushed her down, and pinned her hands above her head. The tip of his nose traced her jaw down to her neck. He started nibbling the flesh of her neck. It was indeed a very sensual attack.

“Christian… it’s early in the morning.”

But Christian doesn’t care at all. He continued nibbling there. It tickles, Eyre couldn’t help but moan. She clutched her legs on his hips and pulled him down so that she could feel his arousal between her thighs.

Christian raised his head and looked at her in the eyes. He was grinning devilishly. “It’s early in the morning,” he said.

“Fuck you.” Eyre punched him lightly on his chest.

He raised a hand, caressed her chin, and kissed her lavishly.

“I’d like to fuck you now, but we have a lot to talk about.” Christian left her hanging. “I’ll take a shower, and then we’ll talk later.”

Eyre answered with a nod.

He went to the bathroom and came back after a couple of seconds.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I forgot to tell you that I ordered breakfast. You must get dressed and receive the food on my behalf.”

Eyre frowned. “I don’t have—”

He pointed the direction of the couch, and she saw paper bags with different brand names. She left the bed to take a look at whatever clothes Christian had bought her.

“Oh, my…” Eyre couldn’t help but grin.

He bought her a set of lacy undergarments and a casual floral dress.

Christian must have been good at estimating things. He got her measurements right. Eyre instantly felt her cheeks burn when the thought of how he must have got the calculations entered her mind. She was aroused without even realizing it.

“Fuck,” she cursed, crossing her legs.

Ah, forget about that damn delivery!

She ran to the bathroom door. It wasn’t locked, which made it easier for her to come in. Christian was inside the shower cubicle. The steam was blocking the glass wall, blocking a beautiful view. And then the shower turned off, the glass door opened.

“Hey.” He peeked.

Eyre joined him inside the cubicle. It was a bit small for two people, but enough for them to fit. So, she had to move closer to him. Her nipple almost brushed on his chest.

She turned on the shower.

Christian took the bath soap and started washing her.

“What happened to the food?” he asked.

“It can wait. I can’t.”