Soft Kisses

"Aron's point of view,"

"Where are you heading, Miss Grace? You can not leave this room until you have completely recovered."

To prevent her from leaving the room, I ran after her.

I don't understand why she became so furious with me. What did I do wrong with her?

Why would she bring up our contract conditions when I never brought them up after our wedding?

I was mistaken when I assumed she had signed the contract quickly without reading the details. She not only attentively read the document, but she also memorized the conditions stated within.

She was correct—I married her purely out of desire, and I'm not sure why, but I can't help but feel drawn to her.

In her presence, I feel comfortable. I thought her heartbeat was the most beautiful music I had ever heard when I laid my head on her breast.

My curiosity about the inspiration for her novels grew the moment I watched her write the chapters for them. I've never been so intrigued by someone in my life, but this woman's every detail grabbed my interest. I quietly sat by her side to read what she was typing last night while she worked on her laptop chapter.

She wasn't even aware of my presence because she was so absorbed in her world. Occasionally, her thoughts would abruptly halt her rapid typing. Then, out of nowhere, she erased every word she had typed and proceeded to type an entire chapter in a few minutes. I stared at her in amazement.

How does she write about such realistic situations in a matter of minutes?

The most significant observation I made about her was that she completed her chapter without letting it affect her mental state. After reading her written chapter about wild sex, I became lustful.

I was so consumed by desire that, despite her cries for help, my junior still refused to release her.

Why did she deny that she enjoys wild sex, yet she makes it clear in her chapters that she likes domineering guys in bed who assert their dominance over women?

So that we may have sex, I want her to make a compromise with me. My junior felt insulted when she objected to my proximity, so he gave her an even harder fuck.

"Please turn off all the air conditioner, Rosy."

After she disregarded my warnings and sat on the couch in the hallway, I told Rosy to turn off the air conditioning so that she wouldn't be cold.

Glancing at me, she proceeded to open her laptop to disregard me.

Am I not existing for her?

Rosy let out a sigh at seeing us, then smiled warmly at me. I declined her invitation once more. This is the first time she has repeatedly attempted to seduce me, while my junior has shown zero interest.

"Why don't you speak to me, Sara?"

For some reason, her silence is really difficult for me to tolerate.

It felt like my favorite toy was refusing to play with me.

Her fingers were frantically typing on the laptop. How she was typing on the laptop gave me the impression that she was taking out her frustrations on the helpless keyboard.

I couldn't wait to read her most recent chapter to learn more about her state of mind. When I saw how committed she was to her writing, I felt more drawn to her.

"Please check your email, Mr. Finge."

At last, she turned to face me. I let out a breath of relief, but to my disappointment, she got up from the couch and entered a guest room.

Why didn't she go back into my room? Was she genuinely opposed to sharing a room with me?

Without feeling her warm touch, how would I sleep? I must return her to the room. Even though everything in my room is already in its proper place, her simple absence makes my bedroom feel empty.

I opened the email to read her chapter for today.

Today, she penned a completely new chapter, which caught me off guard. Even though I have read every published chapter by her since the beginning, she never writes like this. She usually writes about ferocious and intense erotic sessions between characters in her stories, but today, she writes a delicate and tender scene.

My urge to learn more about gentle intimacy grew as I had never attempted this form of sex with a lady. She spoke about soft kisses.

Soft kisses?

After all, who likes gentle kisses?

All women desire intense, forceful kisses that leave a visible trace of their sexuality on their bodies.

I suppose we should attempt this new kind of gentle sex. Maybe this time, she was happy with me.

"What do you want right now, Mr. Finge?"

Her eyes were still filled with rage as she gazed at me.

"Miss Grace, I'm here to satisfy my hunger, and according to our contract, I can contact you to satisfy my lust."

Her repeated ignorance made me upset; she had no right to harm my ego.

"I'm unwell; can't you see that?"

She let out a disappointed sigh.

I despise it when she pouts in response to my requests for sexual intimacy.

"I apologize, Miss Grace. I never said that I couldn't rape you when you were ill."

"But...."

I softly pressed my lips against hers before she could finish her sentence. With one hand, I gently pulled her back, and with the other, I gave her a slight neck grab.

To my astonishment, she opened her lips and let my tongue inside her mouth as soon as I lightly flicked my tongue over her lips.

In her rabbit nightgown, my fingers found her tiny waist. She clenched her hand and closed her eyes tightly. She had the opportunity to push me away because I didn't hold on to her tightly this time, but to my astonishment, she didn't.

She started to moan.

I could feel her hot breath on my face as she grew heavier. She began to gently massage my torso, and then, all of a sudden, she put her hand on my hard junior.

Her touch ignites a fire in me. I couldn't help but move my hand from her waist to her pussy, as my junior grew incredibly eager to feel her touch. s all wet again.

Observing her excitement as well, I completely lost all sense of self-control and forced her into bed.

"Please don't do this, Aaron. I am not ready for this."

She begged me to let go of her.

However, despite my best efforts to be gentle, her light touch on my genitalia arouses my desire.

In that split second, I let go of all other concerns and focused just on quenching my juniors' hunger.

To accomplish this, I coerced her into lying down on the bed and handcuffed her once more to prevent any potential disruption as I devoured my favorite food.