Chapter 35
{Warning! This chapter contains mature contents not meant for young readers}
After catching their breaths, Drogen scooped Natasha into his arms effortlessly, carrying her to the shower. The water cascaded over them with their clothes still on.
Their lips found each other again, his kisses deep and insatiable. He slowly began removing her damp clothes, one piece at a time, as if savoring the act. Every touch of his hands left trails of fire on her skin. By the time he removed her skirt, she stood bare before him. It was like he couldn't get enough of her, she was too irresistible
The water illuminated her skin, making it glisten with the soft light. She was breathtaking.
His gaze lingered, he was barely holding on. Natasha reached for him, her hands brushing against his soaked shirt before sliding it off. Her fingertips traced the hard planes of his chest, her touch deliberate yet gentle. He shuddered under her touch, a low groan escaping his lips.
She worked her way down, removing his pants, exposing his arousal. Even after their earlier encounter, his desire for her hadn't waned. He was hard, throbbing, and completely at her mercy.
The steam from the water filled the glass bathroom as Natasha let her hands explore his body. With each caress, his breathing grew heavier. The moment her fingers brushed over his hip, he closed the distance between them, pulling her flush against him.
His mouth claimed hers again, a mix of hunger and urgency. His hardness pressed against her core, bringing out a soft whimper from her. The sound unraveled him, yet he held back, teasing her with deliberate slowness.
His hand slipped between them, finding her most sensitive spot. He stroked her expertly, drawing out gasps and moans. She clung to his shoulders, her knees threatening to give way as waves of pleasure built up within her. But just when she was close to erupting, he pulled his hand away.
"Drogen," she groaned, her frustration evident.
Before she could voice her protest, she felt him align himself against her. His hardness slid against her slick heat, creating a friction that sent sparks through them both. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—soft moans, gasps, and the sound of water streaming down their bodies.
Their movements became frantic, driven by need, he moved faster as the friction gave them immense pleasure. With one final thrust against her, they both found release, their bodies trembling as they held on to each other for support. Natasha's legs felt weak, and Drogen steadied her, his forehead resting against hers.
"You'll catch a cold if we stay here," he whispered, his lips curling into a grin.
"Screw the cold," she managed breathlessly, her words made him chuckle.
Without warning, he swept her off her feet again, carrying her back to the bedroom. He then wrapped her in a towel before proceeding to gently dry her hair.
"I can't have you falling sick, princess," he teased, his tone light but his gaze still burning with lingering desire.
Drogen himself was now wrapped in a towel, though his sculpted chest and abs were on full display. Natasha found herself unable to look away. Before she could stop herself, her fingers grazed his abdomen. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and his sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation she needed of his struggle.
"Do you know what you're doing to me?" His voice was low, his eyes dark with hunger. Her touches were lethal, and just that simple act of her's was enough to make him hard all over again.
Natasha quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to… I just…"
Her voice trailed off when their eyes met. She saw the battle in his gaze—the desire warring with his determination to hold back.
"Don't look at me like that," he murmured with a wry chuckle. "I'm not going to eat you." Yet the heat in his voice told a different story.
It took every ounce of Drogen's self control to pull away. He focused on drying her hair, forcing himself to calm the storm inside him.
Once they were both dressed in fresh clothes, they settled on the sofa. Drogen stretched out, resting his head on Natasha's lap while she absentmindedly played with his hair. The intimacy of the moment made her heart flutter
"How was your trip?" she asked, breaking the silence...
"I found some clues. It's in China," he said. "I'll be heading back next month, but it could take a while to find what I'm looking for."
Natasha's heart sank. "You'll be gone for a long time?" she murmured. "Our deal only has two months left. If you leave again…"
Her words trailed off, but the unspoken weight of her thoughts hung in the air. Drogen sat up abruptly, cupping her face in his hands. His expression was intense as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
"That's why I won't waste the next month," he said. "If there's anything you wish to have or want to do, if there's anywhere you want to go, just tell me. We'll do them together."
His words caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Did he mean it? Anything?
They will eventually go their separate ways, and after the blood pact was undone, all these feelings he felt for her which were just a mirror of her feelings will disappear. She had to take advantage of the situation, spend the next month with him and not bother bother about anything else, just her and the man she loves.
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