Chapter 3: Eager, are we?

TW; The chapter ahead contains scenes of mature\adult\sexual interactions.

Amara

On the second day of my marriage, my husband was nowhere to be found.

When I woke up in the morning, the room was empty, with no traces of him. If I hadn't seen the blanket folded neatly on the foot of the sofa, I would have imagined that he wasn't even there.

The rest of the day, I was introduced to some relatives who I hadn't met yet.

The day passed by excruciatingly slowly. Before I knew it, the sun was ready to slip under the blanket of the sky, and the moon was way too excited to come out of it.

But Luke didn't return home. I asked my mother-in-law, and she said he had some business, so he'll be staying at the office only.

And now here I was, scrolling through my Instagram feed to push away my boredom.

I sighed and put my phone down on the bedside table. It was 2:16 in the morning, and I was wide awake.

I reached for the water bottle on the bedside table but found it empty.

I frowned. Usually, I would have called a helper, but I didn't want to disturb their sleep over such a small thing.

So with that in mind, I grabbed the rose gold silk robe and put it on top of my night dress before taking the bottle and heading out of the bedroom.

The whole mansion was eerily quiet, as everyone was sleeping. The only source of light was the night lamps that were put on the walls along the hallways.

This whole mansion was a maze; every hallway looked similar to the others.

I had just closed the fridge when the power went out. I remembered the news warning that an approaching storm would strike the city and that there were chances of short power outages. But judging that I was currently in the Harveys Family Mansion, the power should be back soon, as I knew they must be having a power backup for these times.

Trying to adjust my vision, I tried to carefully maneuver myself through the hallways of the mansion to the bedroom.

It was so dark that I could barely see anything. At the end of the hallway, there was a large window that looked over the backyard, and the moonlight was shining in the hallway through it. Although it wasn't much of a help, I at least got to know that it wasn't the same hallway that led to my bedroom.

I huffed in annoyance and was about to turn away when the door at the end of the hallway creaked open. A man's silhouette came into my vision. His features weren't clear, but from his physique, I knew he ought to be a gorgeous man.

For some reason, my feet were stuck to the ground.

One moment I was trying to assess his features, and the next moment he was standing right before me.

“You're late,” he said in a husky voice, and then grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me towards the direction he came from.

The water bottle slipped through my hand and created a noise, but I couldn't let a word out.

The door closed behind me before I was pinned to it.

My hands locked in a grip on top of my head.

“I--” I opened my mouth to say something but instantly regretted it when a tongue was shoved inside my mouth.

Rough hands were holding my waist, pressing on it, while a pair of lips molested my mouth thoroughly.

The taste was so sweet that I got dizzy from its sweetness.

I should have pushed him away, but what I did was way far from it. I freed my hands from his grasp and grabbed his opened shirt to pull him towards me, while my other hand grabbed the back of his neck.

And then I kissed the man in front of me, trying to match up his energy, throwing all the logic outside the window.

No matter how much my mind was yelling at me to escape his grasp, I couldn't. This unfamiliar man was somehow putting a spell on me. A spell I was unable to break free from. It was a delightful spell, and for some reason, I wanted to delve into this delight. And this delight felt terrifyingly familiar somehow.

A pull at my bottom lip brought out a moan from the bottom of my throat. I received a grunt in response before his mouth descended to my neck and started sucking on it, with wet kisses trailing along the length of my shoulder.

My silk robe was already dangling around my waist.

I was gasping for breath as his mouth assaulted my neck.

Maybe because of not been touched by a man in months, my body was responding more eagerly to his touches.

“Oh,” a gasp left my lips when his knee settled between my thighs, rubbing on my core.

“Eager, are we?” A voice whispered in my ear.

I felt some familiarity in his voice, but not only was my brain too fuzzy to respond, but the fingers that were tweaking my nipples from above my gown only made me jittery with need.

The need to be pleased and released.

His fingers started to lift my nightdress, and maybe it was because of the coldness on his fingertips, but as soon as they touched the bare skin of my belly, the reality of the situation hit me.

And without delay, with a moment of courage, I pushed the man away from me.

Caught off guard, he stumbled a couple of steps back.

My chest was heavy with guilt and shame, and my body was filled with the need to be touched, it screamed at me to let him continue.

For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed my mind, but before I could decide on anything, the power returned.

As the room was enveloped in an instant golden glow, I shielded my eyes from the sudden brightness.

I heard a gasp from the man before me, and I was nudged back into the realization that I wasn't alone in the room.

Lowering my hand, I looked at the man before me.

With wide, disbelieving eyes and an open mouth.

My heart felt like it wanted to burst through my chest from the unexplainable turmoil of emotions it was going through.

“.....Jason..”