Chapter 7: The Act

Celine Lebrun's POV

I was anticipating something but he just looked at my body. I have a lot of scars from my youth that told him everything about my struggles. Now I felt insecure before my hands moved to cover them.

"Don't, ma chére, you are beautiful the way you are," he said as he was stopping my hands from moving to cover it.

"I bet you say that to every woman you laid with," I snapped as I was being angry by thinking all the women that have been between his sheets. I was irritated actually. I might track them down and killed them.

"Well, if you count yourself, then I only in bed with one," he whispered as he was kissing my jaws and neck. I was moaning before my mind was registering the statement.

One, only me? But he was so skilled in this department.

"But, that's impossible. I know you were lying," I said as I was trying to push him off before he took my wrists and put it above my head.

"Well, if you don't trust me, maybe you should take my word for it. I have never been with anyone, Celine. Only you. Just you. I was a recluse when my parents died," he whispered as he was between my neck and shoulder.

His parents are dead? He was an orphan like me but unlike me, he was being a recluse. He chose to be that way whereas I was being the party of my own life. I do anything to get out of the foster care system.

"Well, I am glad to hear that you will be the only mine," I purred at him as his violet stare was on my face. I smirked at him.

"I bet you say that to all the man you slept with," he snapped.

"But, only you will be in my bed that has my heart on my sleeves," I confessed as I was looking at him tenderly. His eyes softened before he was smirking again.

"Well, enough pillow talk. More of the action," he said before he went to kiss my lips again. I wrapped my legs around his torso before he released my wrists. I was raking his black hair as it was so soft and shiny in the dim light. I was not aware that his boner was lining up with my core. I was so wet during the talk that if he slid inside me now, it was blissful for both of us.

"Now, I will make you forget all your lovers before me," he said as his lips were looped on the side.

"Well, I certainly hope so," I replied before I was kissing him again. I was pushing my heels into the buttocks of his before he took his dick and aligned it with my core. I was waiting patiently before I was panting as well. Then, he slammed home.

"Oh God, you're so tight," he said as I was holding him close to me.

"Well, you're full. Just how I imagine you would be," I said as I was trying to make him move but he was nuzzling my neck, breathing in my scent.

"You know you should move right,"

"Just let me have this moment for a minute," he said as I was licking his throat. He moaned before he moved a little bit. I smirked as I went to whisper into his ear.

"I bet you will never be like an innocent virgin tomorrow,"

He groaned before he looked into my eyes, his hair has fallen to his forehead and I was itching to touch it.

"Well, we should do that now," he said before he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside me, before slamming home again. I gasped as I was gripping his shoulders before he was pumping in and out of me again.

I can sense that the sensation was building while I played with my pearl. It was intense and nice like anything that I never had before. Sure I have some lovers but this was an entirely different setting.

It was like he can read me and my soul was bare to him. I was at his mercy.

"Now, you're mine," he whispered before he slammed again and again before he swatted my finger away from my pearl. He replaced it with him and it was more intense since his fingers were calloused. I liked the friction of his finger.

"Now, come with me, Celine. Come with me, my love," he whispered as he bit my ear. It was not entirely true but I guess he was in the moment and he never had sex before. I let this one time slipped.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned as he was moving faster, stronger, deeper. My breasts jingled by the impact but I did not care. I just wanted us to enjoy this moment as I wanted this to be a sweet memory before the morning came.

"Come with me,"

"I'm coming," I said before he pinched my clit and my walls clenched around his dick. It was instantaneous and I was on the waves of pleasure. It was nice and intense and the best orgasm I ever had in my 26 years of existence. He groaned as well before he spewed his seed inside me.

Now I'm truly his and I think I liked that.

We were breathing heavily before I was looking at the ceiling. Simone was nuzzling my neck as I was catching my breath when he slid out of me. Now, I missed his warmth already.

"Well, that was interesting treatment," he said as he went to dress up quickly that he took it off earlier. He buttoned the shirt and pulled his pants and brief before he raked his hands through his hair.

I was clutching the duvet over my naked body. I never felt like I was a tramp before but with Simone doing exactly as he did, I felt worthless. Cheap.

"Well, I see you tomorrow then," he said as he went to the door before he turned around with his seriousness. I think I was just a woman that was so cheap to sleep with him.

"I will record this in the notes,"

"What?" I asked him as my ears were deceiving what he just said.

"This is one of the methods that proved to be working. And I need to know if it works,"

"How can you say that when we just had sex?" I asked him as I can feel the anger was coming into my body like a vine.

I think I might kill someone tonight.

"Well, have a good night then. Don't be so indifferent to me as we just had sex. You need to act as nothing happened between, got it?" He asked as he arched his brow at me.

"Crystal," I said with a stoic face. I felt like I was lying that I was not being affected by his gesture but this hurt more than anything that I did before with my lover.

"Good," he said before he went outside and slammed the door. I jerked on the bed as I felt a single tear was sliding down my cheek. I swiped it away as I was toughing myself up.

I'm a badass woman who will not let myself be stomped very low. I need to harden my heart as I will never get hurt again.

But this time, that chant I did has no impact or what-so-ever on my body as the tears just kept coming out and I was crying till sleep claimed over me.

I think for the first time, I was not looking forward to tomorrow.