Chapter {004}

OLIVIA

I could tell he expected me to make a move from the way he looked at me, and I fiddled with my dress, melting under his dark, hot gaze. 

Slowly, I took off my dress and let it fall to the ground, standing in nothing but lingerie. Heat rushed to my skin as his eyes ran all over my body, his eyes lingering in certain places. 

Gosh. This was driving me crazy. 

“Everything.” His voice came again. I locked eyes with him and immediately realized what he meant. He was asking me to strip before him. 

With shaking fingers, I slowly unclasped the bra. Christian let out a sharp intake of breath, his eyes drenching in the gaze of my body. 

As I was still contemplating taking off my panties…delving right into it boldly, Christian closed the gap between us, cupping my cheeks and taking me by yet another surprise. 

But this surprise was nothing compared to the one I felt nanoseconds later when Christian’s lips claimed mine. 

No, no, no. A protest started in my mind but never made it out of my mouth. 

The kiss was nothing like what I’d expected—It completely exceeded my imagination by far greater margins, filling me with a warmth that travelled all the way down to my toes. His lips, full and warm, sent heat flooding to every corner of my body. 

He pulled away for a moment, staring into my bare red face, his eyes searching. At that moment, I realized just how breathtaking he was. How had I missed it? I had known Christian to be a handsome man, but this…was a discovery—one I might have missed due to the circumstances that brought us together. 

I felt like I would go insane if his lips were not back where they had been seconds ago. Before I could stop them, my hands reached up to grab his hair, my fingers running through the dark mass of curls on his head. I pulled him closer, trying to kiss him. 

But somehow, he didn’t seem to like that. 

Without warning, he deftly caught my wrists in a firm grip and slammed his lips against mine with an eagerness and intensity that had been absent earlier. 

I melted completely this time, leaning my entire weight onto him subconsciously as I was thrown into a world of pleasure, where fireworks dazzled the skies, and I floated atop them. 

A tingling sensation filled my chest, spreading to sensitive parts of my body. It fanned the flames of a desperate need that burned in the pit of my stomach… between my legs. 

This…I needed more where this came from. 

I kissed him back with the same intensity, a moan escaping my lips, struggling to free my hands from his grip so I could run them through his hair. 

But he stopped me once again, picking me up as his lips slopped and slathered against mine. Delving. Teasing. Biting. Nibbling. Driving me insane. 

I was on his bed before I could realize it, reaching for him as he pulled off his trousers. I gulped, my breath coming out in short bursts, as his ripped arms and chest came into view again, toppling me over the edge. 

Damn. 

He ripped my panties away, leaving me completely naked and breathless beneath him. I never thought watching a man admire my body would unravel as much as Christian did. 

I reached for him again.

“Should I tie these hands?” Christian whispered close to my ear as he ran his palms slowly over the length of my body. “I don’t want them getting in my way.”

Dazed, I opened my mouth to give a response, no matter how incoherent, but his fingers slightly grazed over my nipples, seizing my response. I rolled my eyes and bit down on my lips as his mouth closed around one of them, biting and sucking. 

God, the damn fireworks..

He ground against me, and at that moment, I knew I had never wanted anything more. 

His hand found its way to my thighs, caressing a path to the centre that throbbed and pulsated with need, and as he brushed his fingers against my wetness, a throaty moan escaped my lips.

His dark, piercing gaze flicked to mine, a wicked glint visible in them as his fingers teased me. He paused, only his thumb stroking my center, and before I could bask in the newfound bliss, he slid a finger inside me. I gasped, a wave of immense pain…and pleasure washing through me. 

He quickly withdrew his fingers, a subtle look of confusion crossing his features for a split second. 

I squinted up at him through dazed eyes, wondering why he had stopped. “What?” I asked, sitting up as his hand fell away from my thigh. 

He was staring down at his fingers, and as my eyes trailed to them, I slowly realized why he had stopped. 

“You’re a virgin?” He seemed stunned, and I couldn’t tell if that was a question or just a statement. 

An observation was a more suitable word because he was staring at me with curiosity. 

But I didn’t care about any of that right now. I just wanted him. He had caused this need inside me, and he had to stop it. 

I nodded, and to my surprise, he started to rise from the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Don’t leave,” I pleaded, my voice conveying the need that consumed me. “I want you.”

And as Christian stared down at me, turmoil tainting his perfect features, his eyes mirroring the desire and need that coursed through my veins, I feared that I might really lose my mind if his hands and lips weren’t back where they had burned. 

“Please,” I whispered, and that was his undoing.

He pushed me back to the bed, his lips ravishing mine, his hands exploring, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in, wanting more and more. 

The fireworks exploding..again and again.