Chapter 123
Oscar's words shocked me deeply.
He had no blood relation to them at all. His blood type could match Robert's, but William's and Gregory's couldn't, which even broke the theory that they inherited their mother's blood type.
The only truth left was that they had no blood relation to Robert?
This was too absurd for me to believe.
Oscar looked at me with a bitter smile: "I just don't know if my dad has been keeping the truth to himself all these years because he didn't dare to speak up, or if he had no idea at all?"
I reached out to hug Oscar, not knowing what to say - whether to comfort him or try to console him.
Oscar rested his chin on top of my head, rubbing it gently, his voice very soft: "Emily, after this is all over, let's get married."
"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" I buried my head in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, asking casually.
"Once we're husband and wife, it'll keep away those men who have their eyes on you," Oscar said seriously.
I sighed: "Are you really taking Gregory's words to heart? You know that even if I gave him hints, I was just messing with him. I could never fall in love with him again. The facts prove he's not just a jerk, but someone without even basic moral standards."
Oscar shook his head gently: "It's not just because of Gregory. I always feel like I can't hold on to you. I want to use a marriage certificate to keep you with me, so we won't be easily separated again. Emily, can we?"
Can we?
I seemed to have never really asked myself that question.
Oscar lowered his head, his warm lips moving along my cheek all the way to my ear, his burning breath hitting the back of my ear, tickling me so much I wanted to pull back, but he didn't give me a chance. His hands held my body tightly, not giving me any opportunity to escape.
"Can we?" His deep voice rang out behind my ear with burning heat, his tongue teasing my already hot earlobe.
I pressed my lips together tightly, trying not to make any strange sounds, reaching out to push him away, saying in an unsteady and flustered breath: "Let go of me first so we can talk properly."
He had already caught my ear between his teeth, sucking on the most sensitive earlobe bit by bit, his words carrying temptation: "If I let you go, you'll leave. Emily, I should have had you long ago. Don't reject me, okay? I don't have much to possess. I don't want to lose you."
For no reason, I actually heard sadness in his words, and the hand blocking his chest unconsciously loosened its force.
As if receiving permission, he kissed my lips with heavy breathing.
This kiss came like a surging tide, almost drowning me completely. His tongue quickly pried open my lips and teeth, tangling with my tongue, deepening bit by bit.
One of his large hands slipped under the hem of my clothes, his slender warm fingertips like carrying a ball of fire, igniting my whole body bit by bit. My body went limp in his strong arms.
We kissed from the living room to the bedroom. When the world spun, and I found myself lying on the bed with him pressing down on me, my consciousness finally returned to clarity.
We were both adults who knew what might happen next. I should have refused, at least before Adrian's matter was cleared up; I shouldn't have slept with him. But looking at his face, almost completely controlled by desire, I still didn't refuse him.
Sensing my consent, his eyes lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky, his fingers sliding down from my face bit by bit: "Emily, I love you."
I bit my lip, somewhat afraid to meet his gaze, not knowing what steps should come next: "You... hurry up."
My words made him laugh softly: "This can't be rushed. No hurry, we'll—take it slow."
I blushed: "Who's in a hurry? You seem more anxious."
At least his hands unbuttoning my clothes were trembling a bit now.
Oscar didn't argue with me. He directly bit my collar with his mouth and pulled hard, all the buttons falling off.
"My clothes..." I pinched his waist.
Oscar finally removed my top, lowered his head to kiss my eyes and brows, and, in a low voice, coaxed: "I'll buy you ten tomorrow."
Was it about the clothes?
But clearly, Oscar didn't want to talk. He sealed my lips again, kissing me until I could barely breathe. The hand that was originally at my waist had somehow unhooked my bra, and his dry, warm, large hand moved up from my waist, bringing a tingling sensation, climbing up to my firm breasts.
I couldn't help but moan, twisting my body trying to escape his roaming hands. He touched my nipples, circling, gently kneading and twisting, making my whole body burn hot.
His lips finally moved from mine, kissing my smooth neck. My whole body almost trembled, that itchy feeling that wanted more made me sink along with it.
"Don't... don't do this, let's talk first... talk about..." I said incoherently, not even knowing myself what I wanted to talk to him about, just wanting him to stop quickly. I didn't want to lose my reason.
But he didn't care about that at all. With heavy breathing, he moved along my neck to my collarbone, and finally, directly caught my erect pink nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking bit by bit...
Moans escaped uncontrollably from my lips. Never having made love before, I panicked and didn't know what to do, could only let waves of electric current run wild through my body, unable to find an outlet.
He stripped off his own clothes in a few moves, his smooth, burning chest pressing against me, hooking his toes, smoothly removing my lower garments as well. His leg forcefully squeezed between my tightly closed legs, rubbing, wanting more.
My face flushed red; being completely naked made me feel ashamed. I reached out to hold him tightly, not letting him see my face or my body, and tried hard to avoid his erect cock. But when I pulled back a little, he thrust forward, holding my body tightly, trembling, his voice hoarse: "Emily, relax, I'll be gentle, relax."
Moans rose again, and I could no longer control my body's trembling.
How could I relax at a time like this?
His roaming hands had already moved down again, his slender fingers slowly thrusting into my pussy, entering my vagina, like tiny electric currents, shocking every one of my nerves. One leg was held tightly by him, like a restrained beast: "Emily, I love you, so, can I?"
He was still asking this question; how could I possibly say it out loud?
My long nails almost dug into the flesh of his back, and I bit his lip without warning: "If I say no, will you stop?"
He didn't dodge. What answered me was an airtight kiss. He turned over on top, supporting his body with both hands, looking down at me from above. His crimson tongue licked the lip I had bitten, then he leaned down again, our lips and tongues entwining.