Chapter 105
After several minutes in the shower, he finally felt relaxed. He turned off the shower and reached for the bathrobe that hung a few meters away. He wore it around his body before taking a towel to dry his hair.
Drogen stepped out of the bathroom headed to his bedroom, his steps steady, once he got to the door, he froze midway when sighted someone laying on his, a woman.
His brows furrowed as he walked closer to take a closer look, and his heart skipped a bit when he saw it was Natasha sleeping soundly on the best, her chest heaved slightly as she breathed softly.
His previously tense eyes instantly softened as he watched her for a moment. His heart relaxed, seeing how she was safe. She wore a blue dress that stopped below her knee, her blond hair sprawled on the pillow, some strands covering her face.
A smile curled on his lips as soon as his eyes fell on the stuffed toy she held tightly in her embrace. Drogen leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing the strands of hair away from her face.
"I see you missed me." He whispered, low enough not to wake her, his heart rate quickened, he felt an unfamiliar rush of calmness, like all the weight in the world had been lifted off his shoulders the moment he laid eyes on her.
He sat beside her on the bed, his gaze not leaving her for a moment as he admired her sleeping face. "What have you done to me Nat? I can't help it, I can't help these overwhelming feelings I feel for you, and I'm willing to burn in them even if it's going to be the death of me." He muttered under his breath, his thumb caressing her lower lips.
Natasha stirred, turning over, he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid to wake her up. She stilled, going back to sleep. He reached for the stuffed toy to collect it, but her hands clutched to it tightly, refusing to let go even in her sleep.
A deep amused chuckle escaped his throat, he stood up to change into his pajamas, then returned to join her on the bed. He raised the covers over their bodies, then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer into his embrace.
He buried his face in her nape, inhaling her scent softly, then unable to hold back the urge, he placed a soft kiss on the spot. Natasha stirred briefly but remained asleep.
Just inhaling her intoxicating scent had already awakened his beast, he suddenly wanted more of her, he wanted to feel more of her. His hands reached for her thigh, and he slowly caressed her smooth delicate skin as he raised her dress higher, exposing her thighs.
His other hand reached for her round curves, and he squeezed and fondled on one of them, before gently pinching her nipples. While still asleep, Natasha let out a soft moan that ignited his desires even further.
He gently pressed his thick hardened arousal against her backside, then grounded gently. A quiet groan escaped his lips, feeling a brief pleasurable sensation from the friction.
He couldn't understand, she wasn't even doing anything, yet how was he so turned on from only touching her. Why was it so difficult to resist her? It was so easy for him to get aroused whenever she was around him.
His hold around her waist tightened as he pressed his hardened length firmly against her ass. It was at this point that Natashas eyes opened, she had felt uncomfortable, feeling something extremely hard poking her from behind.
She felt familiar strong arms around her waist, and her heart raced with excitement, was he back, or was this a dream. "Drogen!" She called his name, just to confirm if it was really him, her voice barely above a whisper.
Drogen stiffened, not expecting her to wake up. But what did he expect when he wouldn't leave her to sleep in peace. "What's up darling?" He asked quietly, his hand around her boob tightening slightly as he squeezed gently.
Natasha's breath hitched, it was really him. She sat up abruptly, pulling away from his embrace, Drogen also sat up, surprised by her sudden act. Natasha's eyes scanned his body, looking for any sign, any sign at all of his withering away, if that was even possible. But there was nothing, he still looked exactly the same.
Her stiff shoulders relaxed as she breathed out in relief, and without waiting for him to speak, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm glad you're safe." She whispered against his ear, hugging him even tighter, without realizing that what she was doing only ignited his burning urge even further.
After savouring the feeling of holding his in her embrace, Natasha pulled away, and just then, her gaze fell on something poking through his trousers between his legs, her cheeks instantly flushed as she raised her head to look back at him.
"You finally realized?" He asked, his lips curving into a teasing smirk. Natasha's cheeks burned with embarrassment, wondering how come she hadn't realized something so obvious until now.
"You are...." She tried to speak but trailed off as his intense gaze trailed from her eyes down to her lips.
"I've been patient all damn day Nat, don't you think it's time to reward me?" He asked softly, his deep voice both teasing and pleading. Natasha gulped, not knowing what to say at this point. It was so sudden, she had planned to tell him everything when he returned, now that it was confirmed that the blood pact had been undone.
She wanted to tell him how she was prepared to let him go, and she couldn't afford to lose him. He needed to know, he deserved to know that the same woman who he loved and had killed him in the past, the same woman who he had sacrificed his chance of ever getting reincarnated just to protect, was also the same woman who was going to be the cause of his death, just because he made the mistake of falling for her again.
It hurt so bad just thinking about it, it felt like her soul was being torn apart the more she thought about it.
But here he was, erect and aroused, aching for a relief which only she could give him. Her heart raced as she contemplated on what to do.