Marrying a Stranger

Chapter Eight

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT CONTINUED 18+ ONLY

Alex’s pov.

I was already heading to miss Wilsons door about few minutes to 7, I told her I would be there to pick her up by 7, but I couldn’t wait any longer as her thought kept me awake almost all through the night and also the whole day making me not to concentrate on my work. All I wanted to do was to see he again, feel her and tease her for those luscious lips of hers that wouldn’t let me concentrate. All I could think about was the previous night and how she felt wrapped on my arms.

My heart was on my throat as I walked up the stairs, exactly the way I took the steps last night and knocked on her door, hoping she just accept the gift I brought to her without any disagreement. I personally picked it and hoped she will wear it for the party. I knocked on her door only for her to open the door dressed in a fluffy bathrobe which reached just above her knees. Her cleavage was peeking out teasingly, her pale skin was looking so tempting and her slender neck was exposed more as she turned her head towards something behind her.

Her sweet voice went to my ears as she spoke, he is not here making me spark with anger at what she just said making me wonder who she was talking about and already my heart sting from jealousy and rage. She is mine and no one else’s, who there tries to trespass where he does not belong? With a deadly yet calm voice, I asked her who was not here. She widened her eyes and gasped loudly when she turned and saw me, f**k those eyes staring at me. Those eyes of hers were widened and her mouth was agape. She wasn’t expecting me to be in her house and the way her eyes widened said it all. I moved closer to her, not stopping as my anger rolled in waves out of me.

I asked her again who she was talking about that was not there when I got no response from her the first time, but she was so in shock that she just stood and couldn’t move even with me standing so close to her. With her soft perky breast pressed to my chest, I groaned out her name and yet, still no response from her.

My body reacted to hers and I descended on her neck and breathed in her scent. I left a wet kiss there but she moaned, and my hunger to taste more of her was ignited. I moved to the area between her neck and collarbone and I began sucking it. She gasped again and moaned making a more wicked thought enter my mind.

I asked her the same question again as I moved under her ear and began sucking there and after more gasps and moan which were driving me crazy, she finally spoke saying the dog. I immediately became relieved by her answer because I wouldn’t know what I would do if I ever found another male was in her house, just the thought of it alone is already making me sick.

I watched her face as she shut her eyes and bit her lips to stop her from moaning. Her lips became bright red from biting them, and I wanted to taste them so badly. I pulled her even closer to cover the little space left between us, tightening my hold on her as I asked if I could kiss her so I wouldn’t steal one without her knowledge making her hate me afterwards. I continued sucking and licking making her moan and unable to resist when I asked, and she said a moanfully yes before I descended my lips on hers because all I was waiting for was those 3 letters word. A pitched whimper came from her as I groaned at the feel of her. I moved my lips against her hungrily and possessively. She was so soft and sweet, I wanted more of her, I lifted her leg to my waist and pinched her plump ass. She gasped and my tongue entered in the warmth of her mouth, exploring every bit of the sweet taste in her mouth of faint chocolate and her own natural enticing taste.

Her tiny hand ventured into my hair pulling aggressively making me groan. The woman was deadly. She met my tongue head on, fighting fiercely trying to show her dominance, oh I love the challenge I thought to myself. I nipped on her lips and continued fighting with her tongue till she gave up. I moved to her neck not letting go of her yet and just before I could continue down the path of her neck, my phone interrupted our passionate moment. Who could that bloody intruder by, he/she better have a good reason for calling?

I moved away from her to see who was calling. It was my dad who told me to go see him immediately I answered the phone, reluctantly agreeing, I turned around to see miss Wilson but she had her back to me. Was she embarrassed or ashamed? I moved closed to her but she flinched.

With little disappointment and anger, I told her I brought something for her, didn’t wait for her answer so I just dropped the bag and left her to her thoughts last night and now, here I was again standing in front of her door as I rang the bell.

Wanting to see her face again and hopefully to catch her blush or shy from what happened last night, but who was I even talking of, Miss Wilson was no ordinary woman and when she opened the door dressed in a sexy silver dress, she just proved me right.