Chapter 106 The Joy He Brings
Kristen's POV
My eyes flutter open to a new day. And I am lying on an empty bed, feeling sore in my private area. Calhoun literally stayed up all night with me, talking, kissing, and having rough marathon sex everywhere in his room. He didn't let me leave when I wanted, instead, he took me to his room. Not the one he shared with my mom, though.
I have never enjoyed sex with anyone as much as I did with Calhoun last night. The man is a sex god with an instrument of pleasure. He's so experienced in sex like he's spent his whole life studying it.
It kind of feels too good to be true, that I enjoyed so much pleasure to the extent I began fearing if it was too much for me like I didn't deserve it. It's almost like the first time I had sex with him in the backseat of his car.
Calhoun worshiped my body with his mouth and his hands and made me feel like a goddess. Now I cannot lie, I am glad to be his. Although it kind of feels tough to be his mate after all my suffering, I don't regret anything. Things between us are on a whole new level right now, because he's a very considerate person.
The old me would've inwardly cursed myself for requesting sex the hour I regained my memory and was free from paralysis. But this new me is different, bold, and knows what she wants. I figured so much had happened and I am already pregnant for him. So I pushed thoughts of my mom out of my mind and made sexual advances at Calhoun myself.
I am naked right now and the bed is empty. I don't want to think Calhoun has gone to work today because I am already missing him. I want him to be next to me. I fell asleep in his arms during the early hours of this morning and now I feel like a jellyfish because I was like a sex machine last night.
Yawning, I push my fingers through my hair and then tumble out of the bed.
Calhoun brought me in here when I was naked so I don't have any clothes with me. I can't risk sneaking out like this, all the servants are up already.
I make my way into Calhoun's large bathroom to wash up because my skin is dried with sweat. I look around at the elegantly equipped bathroom and feel like staying in here for as long as possible. Calhoun is a man with a taste for fine things. He has a great eye.
I am still looking around the bathroom when I pause to ponder why he left just like that.
Did he leave without waking me up because he didn't want to bother me? He wanted to let me sleep as much as I could?
Is it selfish that I've thought about no one else except my mother's husband who is my mate, since last night when I regained my memory?
The man is already doing a lot of things to me. How his warm and slippery tongue thrust into my private part, is hardening my nipples whenever I think about it.
I hop into the bathtub and turn on the shower to wash away the dried sweat on my skin.
As the hot water unendingly gushes through my whole body, I close my eyes and scrub my body gently, with Calhoun's sponge.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I swallow down the excited squeals that are threatening to pour themselves out of my throat. I had sex with Calhoun uncountable times, now I am using his sponge. It's the first time I am using one of his things.
It feels like I should reach up and touch the cover ceiling because I feel way too good and I feel so alive like the piles of burdens on my shoulders have been uplifted because I had sex with a Calhoun right after I regained my memory.
The flashback of Calhoun breathing in my private area, staring at me through it, and then thrusting his tongue deep in it, and making me cum with shivering legs, is enough to make me wet under the shower.
The screeching sound noise of the door flinging open, has me washing the bath foam off my face, because who is coming into Calhoun's room without knocking?
I hope it's not a servant coming in to clean up
Or has someone been sneaking into Calhoun's room when he's away?
Should I ask who it is or should I stay mute?
So many thoughts are racing in my mind right now.
My ears can detect footsteps coming toward the bathroom and when
I see the door knob jiggling, my mouth parts in shock.
"Kristen?" The deep and distinct voice of my mate makes my
shoulders visibly relax.
"Yeah?" I reply, making sure my voice is more soft than normal. Thankfully he didn't leave. He stayed, he's here.
"Are you having a bath?" He asks.
"What else would I be doing if not that, Alpha Calhoun?" I cheekily
throw this question at him.
And he lets out a deep chuckle which makes my ovaries tingle with a great desire for him.
This man is doing a lot of things to me.
How is it even possible that every single thing he does makes me
desire and crave even more for him?
I am beginning to get addicted to everything inside and about him. I
need help.
"So you're having a bath, hm?" He asks after a pause.
"I thought you left to go attend to some duties."
"Yes, from here. I'm not going anywhere today. I want to spend
quality time with my mate. She needs me." He says as if he's talking
about something else, someone else, and not me.
I bite back a smile. Because he sure has a way with words.
"Oh," that's all I say, pretending I am not affected by his words
when deep down I am practically screaming.
"Can I join you?"
This question nearly sends me to my feet. Did Calhoun just ask to
have a bath with me?
Does he want to choke me with his great body? Hell, if he comes in here I will faint. My legs are already vibrating out of nervousness and anticipation of what he'll do to me right now.
No doubt one thing will lead to another.
But I don't have to be so desperate to let him in. I need to have some pride too. I can't let him in all the time.
"I don't think so, Alpha Calhoun. When I'm done showering, I leave and you come in. Are we good?" I calmly rebuke him as I wash my
hair with his shampoo.
His soft laugh spreads warmth through me, "Not you calling me Alpha Calhoun again, I thought I told you not to."
"Oh yeah? You've already seen all of me a hundred times, so I can call
you Alpha Calhoun as much as I want. Alpha Calhoun." I bite back a
grin.
"Open the door, I want to shower with you." He implores, jiggling
the door knob.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"Please,"
"No."
"Kristen?" He calls my name innocently, after a slice of silence.
"My lord?"
He scoffs and then clears his throat, "You know I can break down
this door if I want to." His voice has seriousness in it. And now, I am wondering if I am crossing a line.
"But you wouldn't," these words leave my mouth before I can stop
myself. Calhoun surprises me by bursting into a fit of laughter, and I can feel
my face spreading into a huge grin. Glad I can make him laugh this
way.
"Since when did you start being so cheeky?" He asks after blowing a big puff of breath.
"Since you impregnated me, sir," I blurt out, then wished I hadn't.
Am I being too childish?
Just what is wrong with me today?
"Then, my mate, we need to continue from where we stopped last night."
These words from Calhoun leave me dumbstruck. My mouth parts and closes twice. And when Calhoun figures I am silent, he chuckles and then leaves me to continue showering.
When I am through, I make use of his spare toothbrush and
mouthwash, then put on his bathrobe before I step out of the bathroom.
I pause from towel drying my hair when I see a very shirtless
Calhoun leaning against the wall in just jogger pants. And it's obvious he shifted and went for a run with his men. He's barefooted as well. Looking undeniably good with messy dark-
brown hair falling over his face, making him appear more youthful than his age. He almost looks like a boy right now, except for the fact that he has a heavy, well-built body. Big in all the right places. His face breaks into a huge grin when he sees me checking him out, and he pushes himself away from the wall as he approaches me. "Mate," Calhoun says with a smile and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to hit the hard walls of his chest. And I almost melt from the several indescribable emotions wounding up in my chest.