Episode 4
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KENDRA'S POV
The wedding was a quick affair.
It was cold and business-like with no flowers and no long ceremony.
We just signed the legal documents and excahnged a few formal words.
There was a quiet toast afterwards.
Both of us hadn't invited any one, and he was planning to tell him family later.
I didn't care as I just wanted to save my company, and the deal was sealed.
The drive home was silent.
And when I walked into his home, my stomach twisted with dread.
His house was vast with high ceilings and overly polished floors.
It had a large view of the city lights stretching out like stars.
But what unsettled me most was him.
He led me upstairs with his hand placed against the small of my back.
My pulse jumped at the simple touch.
When he gently opened the door to the master bedroom, I froze.
The room was dim and the only light came from the soft glow of lamps.
The massive bed dominated the space.
“This is where I will sleep?” I asked.
“You mean where we will sleep?” he asked as his piercing eyes met mine.
There was an intensity in them that had my body instantly going warm.
I forced a small nervous laugh and I stood awkwardly near the bed.
My fingers slowly brushed over the white satin of the wedding gown.
I needed his help to take it off because my hands could never reach the zipper.
I didn't know how to ask, playing with my fingers until I finally turned to him.
“Pascal… could you unzip me?”
My voice ended up leaving my lips softer than I meant and almost shaky.
His eyes flicked over me slowly with heat before he stepped behind me.
"I could unzip you all night," he muttered under his breath but I heard him.
My entire body heat up as warmth pooled directly inside of my stomach.
I pressed my thighs together as something threatenwd to seep out if my core.
What was this man doing? To me? To himself? To the both of us?
Was he playing games?
I know I had agreed to give him a heir but wasn't this a bit too soon?
I felt the warmth of his body close to mine as his breath brushed along my pinna.
His fingers caught the zipper and drag of it down my spine made my skin prickle.
His fingers touched me, running over the skin of my back as I shivered.
“You have a beautiful back,” he murmured before his lips grazed the exposed skin.
My teeth clamped down in my tongue to bit back and unholy sound at the tip.
His hand swept over my bare shoulder in a steady but possessive manner.
What was he doing?
Did he intend to have me this night?
“And this neck…”
His voice deepened with reverence before his mouth pressed to my nape.
The kiss he planted was gentle and the heat behind it made my knees weaken.
“Pascal,” I whispered.
I was unsure if it was protest or plea.
He chuckled, the sound low as it began to vibrate against my skin.
He pushed the strap and the gown slid down around my waist.
It pooled at my feet and I turned around with the intention to cover myself.
But his gaze stopped me, those ardent eyes staring, hungry and unwavering.
Both of us said nothing.
The silence stretched and I tried to busy myself by playing with my fingers.
I tried to pretend that I wasn’t even aware of the way he stood watching me.
But when I turned, he was closer.
He saw standing so close that the heat of his body was fervid against mine.
“Pascal…” I whispered as my heart began to pound hard against my ribcage.
But he didn’t answer.
Instead, he reached out to tilt my chin up with his long fingers.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I said.
"Yes," he agreed.
Still, his mouth came down on mine before I could even stop to think.
The kiss stole my breath away.
His lips moved against mine as if he had been patiently waiting for this time.
I gasped ans he deepened it, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth.
His hands slid around my waist to pull my body flush against his.
Our bodies instantly fit together as though we had been shaped for only this.
I clutched at his shirt, startled by the fervent rush of heat flooding me.
I had expected distance and the tepidness of a marriage of convenience.
But this—this was fire.
When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was husky.
“You taste better than I had imagined.”
“Pascal,” I made to protest.
But it was weak.
I was already crumbling under the weight of the desire curling in my belly.
“You taste good already, and I have barely even started with you.”
He kissed me again.
It was harder this time.
He walking backwards with me until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
He eased me down with steady, careful and yet commanding hands.
My heart was racing so fast inside of my chest that it was almost hurting.
“I want to hear you moan Kendra,” he murmured against my throat.
My fingers tangled in his hair.
He trailed kisses down my neck and I shivered like a fever patient.
“This wasn’t part of the contract,” I whispered as my voice trembled.
“No,” he agreed.
His mouth brushed along the edge of my collarbone and I moaned.
“But this is inevitable.”
He pushed me gently onto my back, his hands sliding down my sides.
It was slow, deliberate until he reached the edge of my wedding dress.
He peeled the fabric away from my body in one smooth motion, leaving me bare and exposed beneath his gaze.
His eyes darkened instantly as he stared, an unhidden hunger flashing in them.
“You are beautiful,” he said and the heat in his words caused my skin to flush.
He lowered himself, kissing down my stomach before I could reply.
He went lower and lower until his mouth found the most secret part of me.
“Pascal—!”
A cry broke free from my mouth as his hot and skilled tongue moved over me.
The gesture sent unexpected shocks of pleasure spiraling through me.
My hands clutched the sheets, my body arching against his mouth.
I was unable to stay still.
He groaned softly against my c**t, as though he was simply savoring me.
His hands held each if my thighs apart while he was tonguing me with a devastating precision that left me breathless.
Every flick and deliberately slow stroke of his tongue drew me closer to the edge.
He continued that until I was trembling and moaning his name without any shame.
“Don’t stop—please—”
The words instantly slipped out of my mouth, ragged and desperate.
His answer was a low, satisfied hum against me that sent me over the brink.
My orgasm tore through me.
It was shattering, pulling me under while he was flicking my bead with zeal.
He carried on until I was crying out and my body was shaking with my release.
I collapsed against the bed, breathless with my skin damp with sweat.
He lifted his head to look at me with his mouth glistening with my juices.
His eyes fixed on me with a hunger that made my pulse race all over again.
“Perfect,” he said softly.
I could hardly form words.
“That… that was—”
“Only the beginning,” he cut in with a voice that was rough with restraint.
He climbed over me for a deep kiss, letting me taste myself on his lips.
My aching body stirred.
I was still needy with the fire he had stoked inside of me far from satiation.
I pulled at his shirt, desperate now, and whispered to him.
“Pascal, please, I need more.”
He looked up and the smile he flashed was wicked.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered softly.
“Then I will give you more.”
I knew then that the night had only just begun for both of us.
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