CHAPTER 18
1986 Words
Saphire’s POV
I DIDN'T know why, but he always managed to catch me off guard. There was something about him—something that pulled me in like a spell. Was he a necromancer or something? I felt utterly bewitched by him. Seated confidently on the leather chair, he exuded a quiet intensity, his body language both commanding and enticing.
“Come here,” he ordered, his voice deep and unwavering.
I obeyed, stepping closer. I might have been inexperienced in this, but I wasn’t completely clueless. I had seen my fair share of sensual films—nothing explicit, of course—but enough to understand the basics.
“Let me,” I whispered, my fingers already reaching for his belt. He simply watched me, his expression unreadable. As I unfastened the buckle, he lifted his hands and placed them behind his head, shifting slightly to make it easier for me to remove his slacks.
Once they were off, I straightened, reaching for the waistband of my own undergarments. His eyes remained fixed on me, and as I glanced downward, I noticed movement—something stirring beneath the fabric. A tent—tall, unyielding, undeniable.
I slowly slid my underwear down, letting it slip past my legs before discarding it to the side. He adjusted his posture, and then, to my surprise, he reached for the delicate fabric I had just removed. My breath caught as he brought it to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the scent.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice laced with both shock and curiosity.
“I’m just getting used to your scent,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
Flustered, I snatched the garment from his grasp and tossed it further away, ensuring he couldn’t reach it again. He merely chuckled, unfazed. I cupped his jaw, removing the last remaining barriers between us. Now, he sat before me, bare and waiting. Steeling myself, I moved closer, straddling him.
He shifted in his seat, but the armrests made it difficult for me to settle comfortably. Noticing my struggle, he glanced to the side—toward the sofa. Then, turning back to me, he grinned.
“Let’s move,” he suggested before lifting me effortlessly into his arms.
As he walked, I felt the hardness of him pressing against me, rubbing against my inner thigh with every step. My breath caught at the sensation, warmth pooling deep within me.
He reached the sofa and sat down, taking me with him. But in the sudden motion, something unexpected happened—he entered me fully in one swift stroke. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as pain shot through me.
I tensed, instinctively trying to pull away, but his hands gripped my waist and shoulders, holding me in place.
“I like it,” he groaned, the pleasure evident in his voice.
“It hurts…” I murmured, my face twisting with discomfort.
“You’ll get used to it,” he assured me, his tone both teasing and possessive.
A thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t help but voice it. “Why are we doing this now? It’s not the agreed-upon time yet.”
His playful smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s something about you… When I’m with you, I just want more. I never get tired of you. And you know I get bored easily with women. But not with you.”
His words caught me off guard, leaving me speechless. I lowered my gaze, considering what this meant.
“I think we should stop once I’m carrying your child,” I said finally, wanting to set a clear boundary.
He reached for my hand, his fingers tracing my palm with deliberate slowness. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the touch.
“Only if your belly swells with my child,” he countered, his voice low and firm.
Before I could react, he moved his hand between us, his fingers exploring with an agonizingly slow rhythm. My head tilted back, a sharp breath escaping me at the sensation. I caught his wrist, stopping him, then grabbed both of his hands and pinned them above his head. With my free hand, I reached down, guiding him inside me once more.
A strangled moan left his lips. “Ahhh…” he exhaled, his voice thick with pleasure.
As he filled me inch by inch, I bit my lower lip, overwhelmed by the stretch, the heat, the intimacy of it all. We locked eyes, communicating silently—words weren’t needed in this moment.
Then, when he was fully seated within me, we both released a simultaneous gasp. “Ahhh…” we exhaled together, our breaths mingling, our bodies completely connected.
A sudden knock on the door shattered the moment.
“Lady Sapphire, we’re worried about you. Are you all right in there?” Mr. Guiller’s voice called from the other side.
Panic flashed across my face, but Pervince remained composed. Instead, he smirked. “Don’t worry. I locked it earlier,” he whispered, clearly amused by the situation.
I let out a small, nervous laugh at his audacity.
I cleared my throat. “Uhm, M-Mr. Guiller, I’m fine. We’re just… discussing something important,” I called out, glancing at Pervince as I said it.
He grinned wickedly. “Liar,” he murmured, his tone playful.
I swatted at his shoulder lightly, making him chuckle.
“Ah, o-okay, Lady Sapphire,” Mr. Guiller replied before retreating.
Once we were alone again, Pervince’s expression softened. “Go on a date with me,” he said, his voice suddenly serious.
I blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”
His lips curved into an enigmatic smile.
“Why do you ask a question when you already know the answer?” he countered smoothly.
“Are you messing with me?” I challenged, though my heart pounded at his words.
He leaned closer, his gaze dark and intense. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
Before I could respond, he shifted, reversing our positions. Now, I was beneath him, pinned against the sofa, and he was staring down at me with undeniable intent.
I swallowed hard.
Pervince’s POV
“I do want to do it now, but I want to know more about you first.” I paused, stealing a quick kiss from her lips. “Tell me about yourself—just like this.”
“Please, just put your shirt on. The rest… leave as is. Just in case,” she pleaded softly.
A smirk played on my lips as I withdrew from her, the loss of contact making the air between us thick with tension. I dressed quickly, though I deliberately left myself exposed beneath the unzipped fabric, as she requested. When I returned to her side, her gaze dropped instinctively, lingering for a moment before she met my eyes again.
“Are you taking something to be that… big?” she asked, hesitancy lacing her voice.
“No,” I chuckled, leaning down to position her comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. “That’s just me.”
I grabbed a pillow, slipping it beneath her for support. Spreading her legs, I moved between them, sliding into her again with deliberate slowness.
“Ahhh!” We moaned in unison as I claimed her once more, sealing her lips with a kiss to stifle the sound. Now, we were partially dressed—only my tie and apron left untouched.
“Okay, now talk to me,” I murmured against her skin.
She exhaled shakily, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “You already know me well enough.”
“Then answer this—why me?” I asked, needing to hear her say it.
A shadow flickered across her face. “Can we skip that?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
She hesitated before whispering, “Because I never did it with my boyfriend.”
“Why not?”
“I was scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.
I brushed a few loose strands from her face, my touch lingering. “But not with me?” I teased, watching her cheeks darken.
She remained silent, too shy to answer.
“So,” I continued, my tone laced with amusement, “how does it feel, knowing I was your first?”
She shot me a playful glare. “Why ask something when you already know the answer?”
A slow grin spread across my face.
“What if…” I trailed off, studying her expression. “What if I want to be the father of our child?”
She blinked, startled. “Child? You mean… with me?”
“Yes.” I let the word settle between us. “Let’s forget the deal. I won’t accept any payment. Let’s just say… we created something unforgettable.”
A laugh bubbled from her lips. “You’re ridiculous. And what makes you so sure it would be a son?”
I smirked. “Family tradition.”
Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“In our bloodline, every firstborn son of a son is always… a son,” I explained.
“And if I have a daughter instead?” she challenged.
I shook my head. “Impossible. The men in my family have never fathered a daughter first.”
She looked genuinely impressed. “Well, that’s… quite the family history.”
“Anyway,” I said, bringing the conversation back, “I meant what I said. I’ll take responsibility.”
Her expression grew serious. “How can you say that? We’ve only known each other for… days.”
“Days?” I raised a brow. “Feels like years.”
She laughed, swatting my arm. “Idiot.”
I caught her wrist, my voice dropping to a plea. “Just… give me a chance. Let me prove myself.”
She sighed, her resistance crumbling. “So, the deal is off? We’re… dating?”
“Yeah.” I smiled, relieved when she nodded in agreement.
“Then are you ready to meet some people?” she asked suddenly.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m introducing you. Publicly.”
Panic shot through me. “No. We can’t.”
Her amusement faded. “Why not? Are you embarrassed because I’m a celebrity?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
I exhaled heavily. “It’s not you—it’s me.”
Her confusion deepened. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s my real identity,” I admitted. “If people find out we’re together, the press will dig into my past. And there are things… I don’t want them to uncover. That’s not who I am anymore.”
She studied me carefully. “What do you mean?”
I forced a small, strained smile. “I’m more than just Pervince, the person you think you know. But I promise… I’ll tell you everything, when the time is right.”
She nodded slowly.
“For now, let’s keep this quiet, just between us,” I urged.
“Alright,” she agreed with a soft smile.
I kissed her deeply—brief but full of meaning.
Then I stood. “I should go. People are starting to get suspicious.”
She merely nodded, watching me as I left.
Downstairs, the café was as busy as ever. No one seemed to have noticed anything unusual. Rex called me over, handing me a tray with cake and coffee.
“Table six,” he instructed.
I took a steadying breath, schooling my features before walking away. For now, life went on. But something inside me had shifted—something undeniable. And for the first time in a long while… I didn’t mind at all.
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