Switched at Birth, Chosen by Fate

CHAPTER 2

~Edward

Wet hairs clung to my forehead, forming rivulets on my face and bare chest. Relief flashed through me after taking care of myself in the bathroom. I have an increased s*x drive whenever I drink.

I dried my hair with the little towel in my hand. I was tipsy, but it was manageable.

I'd never drive after drinking. It kept me indoors for two months after breaking my leg in an accident. Even if no one told me, my life is important.

My friends planned a party for my new contract. I didn't plan to drink, but peer pressure and the fun of it made me.

I walked over to put off the lights and lock the door, then sleep. I was going to struggle with it for a while, but I'd let it take me anyways.

The door opened, my eyes widened, and my body swung in the direction. Even a waiter would knock, who the hell is that?

The storm in my head calmed on seeing her.

White satin nightwear hugged her skin, revealing her curves and cleavage. I was fazed for a while, carried away barely staring at the angel in human form.

“Hey, baby.” Her soft voice snapped me out of my trance, and I shut my eyes briefly.

Ohh God. Take control.

I was losing myself even before taking in her whole features.

Her small, fleshy lips. Green eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice calm. I expected myself to sound harsh.

I wouldn't raise my voice at her, for reasons strange to me.

It was an offense: intrusion of privacy. I'd overlook every bit of offense if it was for the lady in front of me.

I had seen her earlier, but it seemed she came for me.

Maybe she noticed me too.

She was damn hot. Whatever it was, she gambled and won.

Can you move out, please?” I muttered, my voice softened at the edge, completely against the demons in my head begging her to stay.

I could stare at her for hours and not get tired. Like a mini god, I wanted to worship her.

“I need you.” She walked towards me. Steady. Intentional.

I froze.

I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I couldn’t even think.

Her jaw set. Her body moved exactly where I needed it to be.

Right in front of me.

Her eyes were wild, filled with lust.

The tip of her fingers drew a circle around my biceps.

“How often do you go to the gym? You're built; I love it. I don't think I've seen your bare chest.” I swallowed. Her mouth smelled of alcoholic wine—not reek. It wasn’t strong.

Deep down, I wanted her. I wanted her to come to me when she knew what she was doing. But out of desire. Out of want.

I slowly released her hands off my chest, fighting the need to let her perform wonders on them.

“You're chasing me away,” she pouted and wrapped her hands above my waist. Her hardened n*****s pressed against my bare chest made my c**k jerk to life.

“Let me walk you to your room.” I tried to remove her hands, but her grip tightened. My hard c**k hitting against her tummy. I moved back slightly.

“I'm not leaving,” she said, her voice giving an undertone that screamed lust and urgency. Her hazel eyes pleading like a child requesting her favorite toy.

“Are you sure ?” All my thoughts directed to my c**k, my head remained blank as a board.

Before I could talk further, before I could even remember my name.

She tilted her face up, kissing me like she had every right.

And God help me.

I kissed her back.

Not just a kiss. A full-blown, steady, and possessive kiss.

My hands slipped down her back, cupping her soft ass. Her fingers fumbled with my loosely tied towel, dropping it on the ground. My c**k sprung up in my boxers—ready to act, to make her scream my name.

My lips curved into a grin.

I buried my head in her neck, nibbling on her soft skin. I moved down to her breast, then down to her stomach, stopping right below her navel.

“f**k me.” Her voice cracked, pleading.

Fuck! It felt like heaven.

She removed off her nightwear, her fingernail ripping it off.

I lifted her up to my waist, my hard c**k placed in between her thighs, feeling the heat pooled in between.

I dropped her on the bed and crawled towards her.

There she was, beautiful, her body glowing under the soft lights.

For a heartbeat, I waited and stared.

Her body jerked as though an electric current passed through her. The effect of my touch reaching her nerve endings.

My hands played with the edge of her blue lace panties as she gasped, trying to reach for my c**k.

“Calm down, sweet. Promise to be a good girl.” I kissed her legs.

“I promise,” she said in between uneven breaths, gasping as she sat upright on the bed. Her legs were wide apart.

I smirked and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on the apex of her thigh, right at the edge of her underwear.

“Yellow,” I whispered.

“Tell me ‘yellow’ when I do something you don’t like, and say ‘red’ if you want me to stop entirely.” I glanced up at her, my expression serious. “I wouldn’t take you against your will.”

She nodded, staring at me beneath her eyelashes.

“Say it, and I’ll step away right now. I’ll take my anger out on my c**k in the shower, and I’ll leave you.” I need her as much as she does.

“I won't say it,” she mumbled, eyes half-closed, her hands squeezed her breast so hard.

My hands wrapped around the sides of her panties, and I slowly dragged them down, my fingers grazing on her fresh thighs.

I leaned in and cupped one of her perfect t**s, taking it into my mouth. She moaned loudly, her hips grinding into me.

I released it and ravished the other.

I wanted to explore her body. I wanted to taste her juice. I wanted my fingers deep inside her.

But she was hungry for my d**k—something raw. As if her life depended on it.

I knelt, staring at her body in front of me. I stroked my full length.

I teased my d**k around her folds, her eyes found mine, and she mumbled a silent ‘please.’

I aligned my tip with her entrance, and her soft walls immediately pulled me in.

She moaned out loudly, making my head spin.

I stopped at intervals, waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t. Her moans filled my ears.

I widened her legs and went deeper, hitting a G-spot inside of her.

I gave her a second to adapt to my size. I know she wants me, but I didn't want to hurt her.

I thrust in and out, keeping our gaze locked. I searched her eyes for resistance - all I saw was hunger.

She buried her face in my neck.

With every thrust, she got wetter, and the sound of arousal coupled with the smell of s*x filled the room.

Her hands slipped around my neck, making her fingers rake the base of my hair.

There was nothing between us—naked bodies, heavy breathing, intense lust.

I took her at piston's pace. Not aware of what I was doing, unable to control myself.

I thrust deeper, admiring the bouncing of her breasts.

Her body softened beneath mine, light green eyes filled with desire.

The way her p***y clenched around my c**k barreled me to release.

“I'm going to c*m,” she screamed.

“Come, baby,” I groaned.

“Fuck.”

Her walls spasm around me, and I lose it.

I released my full load into her, our warm releases mixed.

I buried my head into the crook of her neck, sweat cooling off our bodies.

I looked at her and gently eased myself out of her.

I lay beside her, enjoying the aftermath.

She smiled slowly and sleepily. But real.

None of us talked.

She closed her eyes, snoring softly.

I angled my body towards her, resting on my elbow, as I stared at the mysterious angel.

I kissed her forehead.

“Tristan,” she mumbled in her sleep.