Catherine Smith's POV
I was kissing him as I was holding for my dear life. Wyatt was my oxygen and right now, I was his breather. I was roaming my hands on his broad chest before I was fumbling with its buttons. It was splaying over the floor as I tore his shirt.
"Easy, kitten. I will not have you to replace it. That's one my lucky shirt," he said as he chuckled before he was kissing my throat and I was feeling his touch everywhere.
"Touch me," he said before I was pushing the shirt off his body. I was taking in the hard muscles as I was roaming my hands over his hard body. He chuckled as I was closing my eyes, trying to feel him.
"Cat got your tongue, my love?" He said huskily before I tensed. He called me his love. Does that mean…
"Relax. I wanted you to feel good and I know you will," he whispered to my ear before I was nodding at him. He was putting me slowly onto my bed as I was still in my sundress and Wyatt was already half-naked.
"You are a feisty one,��� he said as he was fumbling with his belt. I stopped his hand before I was kneeling on the bed as I was looking into his captivating sea-green orbs.
"Let me," I said as I was releasing the belt from his pants and I threw it away. I was fumbling with the buttons as I still locked my eyes with his. We did not blink the entire time before I was unzipping his zipper. He took a deep breath.
"I hope you are ready, my Catherine, for I have been waiting for you for so long," he said as he was easing me onto the bed as his hand pushed me on my chest to lie down. And so I did what he asked before he was stripping his pants away from his body. My eyes were flying to his well-endowed cock that was standing proudly, just at me. He smirked.
"Do you have second thought?" He asked. I turned to look at him before I was shaking my head. I will not back down from anything. I will make it through.
"I was just wondering that you will be fully inside me and I will scream your name when you were pumping in and out of me," I said bluntly as my dirty mind was working against me. I cursed myself silently before he chuckled darkly.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he said before he was unzipping my dress and he slid my dress from my shoulders before he pulled it and it pooled on the floor beside the table.
"Now, let the fun begins, kitten," he said as he was pushing me on the mattress as he came on top of me. My eyes were wide before he was kissing my neck and jaws. My senses were flying before I moaned.
"Oh God, yes. That's it, my love," I said as I was gripping his silken, brown hair. He was kissing me and licking me everywhere before he went to lick my nipples. They stood to the attention of his tongue as he chuckled against my breasts.
"You're so responsive, my love,"
"Only for you," I said as the haze was coming into my mind. I don't know what to say or what to do but right now, I just wanted to melt in his hands.
"Make love to me. Take me. Make me forget," I said as I was begging him. He stopped in his ravishment of my body before he was looking into my eyes. I was staring into his captivating orbs that seem to glow in low light.
"Why? What made you want to forget?" He asked before I was shaking my head.
"No talking, more showing," I said, panting with the need for him to finish what he started.
"Catherine—"
"Please, I don't want to remember it. It was horrible," I said as I was starting to feel my tears were on the brim of my eyes. Wyatt blinked a few times before he licked my eyes. Like a cat that he was.
Huh, that's weird.
"Tell me, and I will make you forget it," he asked softly that I was taking a deep breath.
"I was intended for others but I don't know who he is or where he came from. All I know is that he was my intended because my parents said so," I said as Wyatt was listening to my story. I sighed before I pushed him off me. But he held still.
"Wyatt—"
"Catherine, do you remember his name?" He asked as I was looking at him. He asked me if I remembered that bastard name.
"I don't think so. But I do know that his last name was Jones,"
"And where he was from?" He asked again but this time about my intended origin. I tried to remember the detail of the files that my father gave to me when I was coming home after finishing my degree. I closed my eyes.
Jones.
Europe.
"All I remember was that he's from Europe and his last name is Jones. Are you happy now that you will continue your seduction or will we be talking even more?" I asked him as I was looking at his chest rose and fall before I looked into his face. He was closing his eyes.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed before he was getting off from me. Now, I missed his warmth.
"Wyatt?" I asked him as he was pacing back and forth in front of me. He was mumbling and I think I caught some bloody old man, forcing his daughter and something.
"Wyatt?" I asked as I was approaching him before I was touching his arms. He stilled before he turned to look at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked before he shook his head.
"I cannot do this," he said before he was picking up his clothes and I hated him.
"Why the hell not?"
"It's complicated," he answered before he was putting on his pants. I felt fury inside me as I know this will always lead to nowhere. I was furious as I was pushing him to look at me.
"Listen here, Jones. You have seduced me and brought me out of my clothes. And now you intend to leave me here hanging. Oh no, I don't think so," I said as I was pushing him on the floor as I was on top of him, straddling him.
"Catherine, you have to listen," he said but I have none of it. I kissed him as I was assaulting his lips. It was glorious even though I was furious to notice anything. Then I was roaming my hands before I went to grip his manhood. He jerked beneath me.
"Christ!"
I was kissing him again as I was moving to line his cock in front of my core before I was pushing its tip into my core. I groaned as Wyatt was groaning beneath me. I settled it inside me inch by inch as I was relaxing my unused muscles. I felt it on my maidenhead but I was pushing it through.
I hissed in pain before the pain later turned out to be a pleasure. I was groaning as I was moving to accommodate his large length. I was bliss as I felt whole with Wyatt joined. I was smiling at the ceiling before I turned to look at Wyatt. He was clenching his jaws.
"What wrong?" I asked him. He huffed.
"You should know that Jones is my last name and I am a guy from Europe. I think you might put that two pieces of the puzzle together," he said as I was furrowing my eyebrows.
Jones, Europe. Wyatt Jones. Cyprus, Europe. Oh God! I have sex with my intended fiancé after all!