Chapter 24 My First Kiss
Lana’s Point of View
“Will you stay with me?” he asked quietly, a faint edge of vulnerability in his voice. “Please…” His thumb rubbed my cheeks, the warmth that seeped inside me, distracting me, before his hand slid down to grip my hip. “You can stay with me twice a week; accommodation was also stated in the contract.”
I frowned, momentarily frozen. There was something about the fragile note in his voice that sent a strange warmth through me.
He stood close…too close.
His breath brushed against my face, warm and uneven. And apart from his breath that seemed to make me feel even hotter, the hand placement seemed to be damaging as well, one hand rested above my head against the wall, trapping me gently in place, while the other held my hip firmly.
“Okay,” I finally whispered, the word slipping out more like a squeak than an answer. I wasn’t sure if I agreed because of the contract… or because of the way he was looking at me.
Like he was about to devour me.
But instead of stepping away after I agreed, he leaned even closer.
The tip of his nose brushed softly against mine before his lips moved gently across the bruised skin, careful and slow, as if afraid he might hurt me again.
My breath hitched at what was going on, but I couldn’t move. Was he drunk? Was he doing this intentionally? I couldn’t say, only that he seemed very demanding in this moment.
“You still haven’t answered my questions, Alan,” he murmured, his voice low against my skin.
“What question?” I whispered, my body trembling as goosebumps rippled across my arms.
“Has Xavier ever touched you here before?” he asked, two fingers hovering just in front of my lips.
My breath caught. For a fleeting second, an embarrassing memory flashed through my mind, but even that didn’t count. Xavier had never actually touched me like this.
I shook my head.
Christian’s fingers slid slowly down to my neck. His eyes lifted to mine again, silently asking the same question. I swallowed and shook my head once more.
“And here?” His hand left my hip and moved lower, stopping just above my crotch area. His touch was light but deliberate as his fingers traced just above where my pad was sitting. “Did he ever touch you there?”
“No,” I answered softly.
“That’s good,” he murmured. “You should never let him touch you.”
His gaze darkened slightly. “It seems Xavier is interested in things that belong to me. And I don’t share what’s mine… not even the scraps.”
“What?” I asked, confused by the intensity in his voice.
“What I’m saying,” he said quietly, leaning closer, “is that you’re mine.
Before I could process his words, his lips crashed against mine.
My eyes widened in shock, my heart racing wildly in my chest as he captured my lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently before kissing me again—firm, demanding, and impossibly close.
For a moment, the anger I had carried toward Christian seemed to dissolve beneath the heat of the moment. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until there was barely any space left between us.
My thoughts spiraled, my mind screaming in confusion because… it felt good.
This wasn’t how I had imagined my first kiss. In my dreams, it had always been Xavier, and I imagined him being soft, sweet, and tender. But right now, Christian was showing me, in a hundred different ways, why letting him was never a mistake.
He finally pulled back slightly, giving me a chance to breathe.
“Ah… ah…” I gasped softly, trying to catch my breath as he brushed kisses along my neck and the corner of my mouth. “Uh…Uh, Oh.”
“Easy,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and steady as he lingered close. My chest was still heaving.
“You’re sloppy,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed against my ear. His tongue traced the edge lightly, and I jolted, a quiet gasp slipping out because it tickled.
“Is this your first kiss?” he asked.
I nodded quickly.
“Speak to me,” he whispered again, his breath warm against my ear.
“Y-Yes,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Even better,” he said softly. “Then let me teach you how to do it properly.” His tone was patient, almost teasing. “Just copy what I do, understand?”
My face burned hotter, but I nodded anyway.
“Now open your mouth,” he urged gently, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “A little wider…”
I obeyed hesitantly, my heart hammering in my chest. His thumb pressed lightly against my tongue, and embarrassment flooded through me so suddenly that I instinctively tried to pull away.
But his hand steadied me, not letting me hide.
My chest rose and fell rapidly under the weight of his gaze. There was something shamelessly intense about the way he looked at me, and instead of scaring me away, it only made the heat inside me grow stronger. He noticed, of course. A smirk slowly curved his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmured, gently running a hand through my hair. “I’ll give you the best kiss of your life.”
He pulled his thumb from my mouth and, before I could gather my thoughts, his lips captured mine again. This time his kiss was deeper, more deliberate. His tongue slipped into my mouth, guiding the rhythm, and just as he had told me, I tried to follow his movements.
The kiss grew intense—so deep that my lungs burned for air.
Who would have thought the same Christian I once hated so fiercely would have me pinned against the wall, kissing me like I was something he couldn’t live without?
“Ah—” He finally pulled away, letting me breathe.
I gasped softly, trying to steady my racing heart.
“Oh… Christian,” I whispered breathlessly, my voice shaky. “We should stop.”
“Why?” he asked, staring down at me with a heavy, searching gaze.
“You’re drunk,” I said flatly, forcing some steadiness into my voice. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be kissing me like this if you were sober.”
He looked at me for a long moment—then suddenly burst into laughter.
“Do you really think I’m so drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that why you’re stopping me?”
My breath hitched when his fingers slipped beneath the edge of my shirt, the touch sending a rush of heat through me.
With all the strength I could gather, I pushed him away from me, finally stepping away from the wall.
“I still have to finish your laundry,” I said quickly, trying to sound composed. “And I need to bring your meal to your room.”