Chapter 43

KATELYN.

"Hmm, Eli," I was about to take a breath when he suddenly seized my lips once again. It was so deep and intense that it made it hard for me to breathe.

I felt like my mind was going blank and I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I had to match his mouth's movements and savor his hot and delicious kisses.

His large hands held my flushed cheeks firmly. He pressed himself into the kiss, refusing to let me go. My knees grew weak, and I found myself leaning against the door of his apartment, eventually sitting on the floor.

But it seemed like he didn't care at all, he just continued kissing me and exploring the depths of my mouth.

I tried tapping his back, desperately trying to catch my breath, but I was getting dizzy and I finally gave in, gripping his neck and back for support.

"Haaa—"

"Oh no!!! Sorry! Sorry! Ah, wait, I'll get some water, I'm really sorry!" He panicked as he realized what he had done to me. He was about to stand up and fetch some water, but I held onto his clothes.

"I'm fine, I just need to breathe." I felt like a fool. Was I really fine? Was it true? I couldn't breathe properly because of his kiss, and yet I still wanted more?

If only I had longer breaths, then I could keep up with him and not faint from the lack of air.

"Sorry, that's why I didn't want to get close to you because I couldn't control myself. I'm really sorry, Kate." He bowed his head in front of me, wearing a remorseful expression, evidently unaware of his actions earlier.

I thought I was kissing someone else because I didn't expect this man to be so passionate and wild with his kisses.

"It's okay, don't apologize. I'm just a bit out of breath, and you never let me breathe, damn you," I said irritably, because it was really hard to breathe through your nose when you were kissing someone.

"Sorry, I won't come near you for now because I can't control myself. I'm really sorry, Kate." He pouted and held his head. I smiled and took one of his hands.

"Just help me stand up," I replied, and he immediately lifted me up without a word.

"Aaaah!" I screamed at the suddenness of it all. He was carrying me in his arms now, and I thought he was going to put me on the sofa, but he headed straight to his bedroom.

I didn't know what to say; it was my first time entering his room, and all I could say was that it was incredibly clean and tidy.

He gently placed me on the bed and sat beside me. He stared at my face, his gaze fixed on my lips.

I swallowed hard because it was obvious what he was thinking. It was clear that he wanted to kiss me again, but I was nervous. Now that we were in his bedroom, it might not just be kissing that we would indulge in.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Out of nowhere, he asked me.

"Huh? Why?" I innocently asked, catching him off guard. He scratched his head, visibly embarrassed by what he had said.

"Well, it's your first time in this kind of situation, right?" I furrowed my brow and sat beside him.

"Does it have another meaning? Like an invitation?" I asked, because he was the first one to ask me something like this or be in this kind of situation.

It was different from what happened between me and Gadreel, where he practically forced his body onto me and I pleaded for him not to leave me.

"Well, Kate, when a man asks if you want to take a shower first, it means he wants to know if you want to shower before having sex, you know, and if you say yes, it means you agree," he explained, but I don't know why I didn't want to hear what he was saying now.

Suddenly, I started to wonder how much experience he had in this matter or how many women he had asked that question to.

I felt a pang of jealousy. Even though I knew it was normal for our age. I just felt like there were still many things I didn't know about Eli.

"Are you okay, Kate? It's alright if you don't want to, I won't force you," he said, and I lowered my head, not because I didn't want to! I was just feeling jealous.

"How many women have you asked if they wanted to shower before having sex?" Great, you're really good at ruining the mood, Kate.

"Hmm... maybe two?" he answered, and I don't know why I wasn't disappointed, I was just annoyed and wanted to kick him.

I mean, I understand if he had been with others. How old are we now, huh? I'm the only one without experience, but how do I explain it? I wanted to erase those scenarios in his mind where he's with other women.

I wanted to replace them with an image of myself.

"Did you kiss them as deeply as you kissed me earlier?" I asked as I crawled closer to him.

"No, I never kissed a girl on the lips," he answered, which made my heart beat faster.

"But you had sex with them, right?" I asked, and he nodded while looking at my lips, which were now inches away from his.

"Yes," he answered briefly.

"Can you do me better than them?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yes, I will," he said. As soon as he said that, he captured my lips once again and plunged me into his large bed.

As we indulged in that kiss, I was enveloped by Eli's scent. The whole room was filled with his traces, further arousing my body.

His kisses trailed down to my neck and collarbone, and I could feel his large and warm hand caressing my back.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked, and I nodded. I was surprised when he sat me on his lap and removed my t-shirt. My plain bra was exposed, and he quickly seized it. He lifted it up but didn't remove it, instead covering my right breast with kisses and squeezing the left one.

"Ahhmmm..." I moaned as soon as I felt his hot tongue on my nipple. I quickly felt it harden due to his teasing.

"I thought we were going to take a shower first? Aaah, wait—" I didn't know where to put my hands because of what he was doing to my chest.

"Oh, right. My bad," he replied with a mischievous grin. He unzipped my shorts and pulled them down.

I became irritated because I was the only one undressed between the two of us, so I grabbed his t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He laughed at what I did and then proceeded to take off his sweatpants.

He carried me to the bathroom, where a bathtub and a large mirror greeted me.

"Wow, I didn't know taking a bath was your fetish," I responded to him, as the mirror perfectly faced his large bathtub.

"Hahaha, I did that on purpose because I knew it would lead you into my bedroom," he replied, and I laughed along with him before he kissed me.

His apartment was much bigger than mine, and the bathroom was more spacious with a separate bathtub and shower area, both covered by the large mirror.

He invited me to take a shower first, and our bodies were both drenched. I felt nervous about what we were doing now because I could see our bodies in front of the mirror, illuminated by bright lights.

"Hey, take a look at your body," he whispered from behind me, caressing my two mounds.

"You look so lewd, see how big your breasts are, overflowing in my hands," he added, continuing to caress me.

His dirty talk and our reflection in the mirror were incredibly arousing.

"You're so wet down here." I looked in the mirror and saw him teasing my entrance with his middle finger.

Thanks to this mirror, it felt like I was watching an adult video, but with the twist that we were the main characters.

"Augh, haaaa..." It never occurred to me that someday I would be able to do this without feeling nervous. It was as if my trauma didn't matter anymore. I couldn't even tell if I was dreaming. Maybe this was just another one of my wild fantasies with Eli.

"Agrh! Eli, this isn't a dream, right?" I gasped, my toes tingling and my breath becoming more erratic.

"Do you think it is? Don't worry, I'll give you the pleasure you've never felt in your dreams," he replied, pressing his lips against mine again. I leaned against the mirror as he lifted one of my legs.

For a moment, I opened my eyes from that kiss and saw how long his sword was entering my passage.

"I'm sure you're ready."

"Aaaahh hmmm..." I moaned as he inserted his two fingers, his thumb and index finger folded inside me. It felt like he was exploring uncharted territory deep within my core.

"Hmmm... here. Found your G-spot," he said, tapping that spot repeatedly with his fingers, driving me insane.

He neither quickened nor slowed his movements. His consistent rhythm in that area heightened the pleasure I was feeling.

As he did that, my moans grew louder and louder. I felt like I was going crazy in this position, and I could clearly see how lewd my reactions were.

"Aaah! Aaargh!" I sensed that I was about to climax, and he didn't change the motion of his fingers until I reached my peak.

Breathless, I faced him and kissed him again, our juices mixing with the water cascading from the shower. It was warm, but I felt the boiling heat inside my body more intensely.

"I'll bathe you now," he said with a smile as I leaned against the mirror, still catching my breath. I gave him a wicked look because of his mischievous smile.

He grabbed some soap and lathered it in his hands, turned off the shower, and glided the slippery soap all over my body.

Every part of my body, even the most hidden areas, he knew them all. After he finished washing me, he then washed my hair, massaging it gently.

"Your hair has gotten so long," he whispered, and I saw my reflection in the mirror. he was right. My hair used to reach only my shoulders, but now it fell all the way to my chest.

I faced him and took the soap, lathering his body as well.

"Make sure to thoroughly wash down there," he said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"How should I wash it?" I asked, and he looked at my chest. I understood what he wanted to do. I wasn't that naive to miss his hint.

"Can I?" he asked, and I didn't respond. Instead, I filled my hands with soap and spread it over my two mounds.

With the foam, my breasts became even more slippery and sensitive. Even though I was the one touching them, I found pleasure in it.

I pressed him against the bathtub, and he sat down while I kneeled, our waists at the same level.

"Sh-t, I feel like I'm about to explode already. Just seeing you in this position, I don't know if I can handle it," he exclaimed, clearly enjoying himself.