Contract Marriage For 7 Days. [Completed]

Fu*k Off Jerk....Night(2)7

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The following whole chapter is mature. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

It is my first time writing an intimate scene with the character's POV. Before that, I always write such scenes with third person's POV. So, there is a huge chance that you won't like it.

Jane's POV

I was relieved that he couldn't see in the dark, the way my chest was heaving badly and how I rubbed my thighs together to cage the burning sensation. Or how I had my arms wrapped around me. But in the next moment, he was over me. His head was lost in the crook of my neck. He was still in his clothes but they couldn't hide the heat his body was emitting and I knew I was in for a very long and sinful night. But I don't know why it felt so right. So natural. Under his crushing weight, I found myself giving into lust. This man's proximity was clouding every last bit of conscience in me.

When his hands came to cage my wrists and took my arms above my head. All I could feel was his chest over me and somehow that sinfully carved hard metal like chest again manages to make me feel so weak and vulnerable. My breathing became so audible. But he had this utter calm in his aura. A calm that was more like a warning.

My eyes were closed and leg a little spread. I could feel that my right leg was lying somewhere in between his legs as his throbbing bulge was poking me on my belly. So close to my navel.

My breathing was getting on the more faster pace even it hurts as I was pinned under his chest and his mouth was lost in the crook of my neck.

His warm lips over the skin on my neck were sending electricity to my whole body. Underneath him, I was melting like butter. Loosing my very existence and becoming something I was not.

And when all of this became too much I tilted my head back more while my mouth hung open to get air for my burning lungs. My body was coming up to meet his like it wanted to fuse into him. What the hell are you doing, Jane? My brain echoed.

My eyes got open. I register him over me. Devouring me. I was about to get my wrists free when he sucked my sweet spot. And I was nothing but a jelly under him. His hands let go of my wrists and came over my shoulders to slid my fabric down as his mouth started traveling down too. And the moment my nipples came into contact with air, getting himself a little up, his mouth came over my right bust. He wasn't over me now as he was supporting his weight on his knees now but my skin ached his proximity. I know I should be afraid of this mega built structure hovering over me. Whom I don't even trust. Even my hands were free now. So, I should be getting away from him but I found my hands sliding under his shirt. I was craving for him. Craving for his body. For his touch. For his sinful and skilled mouth.

You should never have that alcohol. My subconscious screamed but I wasted no time in slapping that thing away because......

His hard muscles were making my hands all too greedy while his wet, warm and skilled tongue was sucking the life out of my nipple while my other nipple was giving into the sweet torture his large hand was giving. It was like he wanted it to get mold into something. But I couldn't resist. I doubt if anyone could resist this. I knew he is the wrong person. But this fact was just making my sexual drive even higher.

My brain kept on telling me that it's a huge mistake. But this huge mistake was coming with wonderful skin with an amazing touch. And it was making my thoughts and bodies working up in the whole different directions. Why? Because my hands were feeling his perfectly toned abs and his perfect piece of art kinda body was clouding any left conscience in me.