Dumped My Cheating Husband, Married a s*x God

Chapter 8

"Wait, wait, wait" I pushed him distancing myself a little and trying to catch my breath "What's going on? It's still day, we should wait, get to know each other better, and maybe..."

His lips were on mine again cutting off my words, he kissed like he was starved, rough, fast, tasting every part of my mouth like he was drinking me.

I gasped for breath against his mouth, tapping his shoulders when it got too much, he didn't stop, only moved away from my lips and attacked my neck. I suppose I should thank him, at least, I can breath now.

I didn't know how we got to the room, only knew my neck was probably covered in bite marks, and that his hand was slipping up my thigh into my underwear.

I sucked in a breath when he slipped a finger into me, then another, god, he's good. His fingers alone were making me feel things I'd never felt before. When he stroked a spot that made me arc my back, unconsciously holding on to his hand as the waves of pleasure rushed through, I almost fainted from the ectasy. Was that the rumored 'orgasm'? I always thought it was a myth, some fantasy women made up. I was still recovering from the weird feeling when I felt warm thickness press against my entrance. My eyes flew open, no matter what that was, I hope it isn't what I'm thinking. It felt like a thick log of wood, and it was exactly what I was thinking.

I bit my lips as he entered, tears stinging my eyes. He moved slowly and I couldn't be more grateful, because even now, it felt like I was being split open, like he was tearing me apart, I didn't want to imagine how it would feel like if he went in at once.

When he finally buried himself into me, he was sweating heavily, his breathing rough and ragged. He started slowly, trying to adjust me and I thought to myself "OK, I can totally handle this".

But that was just foreplay, the moment he noticed I was comfortable, the thrusts began, when I tried to hold on to his shoulders, he pinned both of my hands to the bed and went faster. Thrust after thrust, his lips tracing kisses and his other hand fondling my breast while his thumb drew circles around my n****e, I was a mess. Sounds I didn't even know I could make were pouring out and I didn't even have any thoughts of being ashamed. He was like a s*x deprived ghost possessed him. How could one person have such stamina? He changed positions more times than I could count, and he kept going one round after another, by the fifth round, I stopped counting and just surrendered to him letting him take control of my body.

When I finally thought he was done and I could now rest, he started kissing me again and I whimpered in protest "I... I can't take anymore, I'll die, let's just stop here".

He chuckled but didn't say anything, simply carried me into the bathroom and placed me in the tub giving me a thorough bathe. When we got back to the room, the sheets had been changed, I didn't bother asking how, I just dozed off to sleep immediately.

When I woke up the next morning, he wasn't in bed, and I didn't have the strength to call out to him. I went straight to the bathroom still naked and caught my reflection in the mirror.

Gods.

I was covered in bite marks, not only my neck, practically every part of me.

Is he a dog? Is he trying to claim territory? I didn't even want to think about the ones that trailed up my thigh into my centre. It brought back dirty images of his head between my legs, his lips working wonders while I made sounds that were absolutely shameful.

I quickly turned on the shower. Cold water will wash all those nasty thoughts away.

I used his towel and lotion and with my clothes ruined and my underwear shred to pieces, I slipped on one of shirts wearing nothing underneath and stepped out.

He could have at least let me go home yesterday and bring some clothes over.

I thought he wasn't around, but he was in the kitchen setting the table.

Oh my goodness, he can cook? He just moved up in my ranking. He looked hot in that apron and seeing him now brought back images of his ripped torso hard against my hand, and the way my legs had wrapped around that thin waist as he thrust into me again and...

Stop Selena. Only clean thoughts.

I moved silently towards the table, admiring the art he made and was going to pick a sliced cucumber when I heard "stop". I looked up, he wasn't even looking at me, he was stirring something on the cooker, so how did he see me?

I pouted and leaned against the counter "I didn't know you can cook Mr. Vale. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Haircut" He replied.

"What?"

"I can't cut my hair. It a hassle because that means I always have to go to the salon"

Me: "..."

Yes, my new husband is weird. Who the hell can even cut their own hair?

"Then maybe get them to come over?" I proposed, that was the best solution if he didn't want people coming in right?

"No" he replied turning off the cooker and scooping the vegetable sauce into a plate "I don't like people in my house, that's more of a hassle".

Wow! I guess I have to get used to this weird thinking of his. "Whatever" I replied "can we eat now?"

He finally turned around but froze when he saw me both hands holding the plate. I took it from him and placed it on the table, when I turned back, he was still looking at me, but that look in his eyes, God please not again, the same look that had clouded his eyes yesterday. He was beside me in seconds hastening me on the counter his hand tracing the skin on my neck down to the first button of the shirt.

"Mr. Vale" I begged "please, can we just eat first?"

"Adrian"

"What?"

"Adrian, my name is Adrian, say it"

"Adrian" I repeated and he let out a rough breath "God, Selena, you drive me crazy" and his lips was on mine again, rougher than yesterday.

I'm not sure who's driving who crazy, but what I do know is, I'm officially doomed.