For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

Chapter 115: Melting Kitten

My slurps filled the air, mingling with the sound of her unstable moans. I’m afraid that if I dragged this on longer, Ricky would be called out to attend to some concerns because Anastasia sounded like she was under attack.

So I rushed through my meal, and Anastasia’s body trembled vigorously, and I had to seize her thighs to keep her steady for her coming climax.

She lifted her waist and nearly suffocated me, and I got every single one of her releases on not just my mouth but nose, too.

I’m in heaven.

The chair legs creaked loudly when I pushed to my feet to find Anastasia still struggling to breathe.

"Breath, kitten. Breath," I soothed her, and when her gray eyes connected with me, they have never been more beautiful.

They descended to my nose and mouth, fascination coloring her face as well as the red blush that spread down to her chest.

Her freckles became more visible, and I found myself counting each one of them. It was a habit, and apparently, I knew the number of freckles she had.

I used my thumb to wipe my nose, and even though I knew I didn’t get all of it, I was more driven by the look on Anastasia’s face.

"Compliments to the chef." I wiped my tongue with my thumb, more mesmerized by how her eyes followed my every move.

My phone rang, and she gasped like she was under a haze, looking away.

A grin spread on my lips as I dipped my hand into the inside pocket of my suit to take out my phone.

It was Elliot calling, but I don’t have time for him. I declined the call, taking out a handkerchief to wipe my nose.

"Tell me, how was dinner? I enjoyed mine. Did you?"

Her cheek burned, and I leaned close, picking up what was left of her panties.

"Mm, pretty. I guess we would have to go shopping for more."

That went into my pocket too, and I helped her down from the table.

She quickly pushed me off, but not in the way she usually does. I figured she was more mortified, and my lips only stretched wider as I watched her fix her dress right, grab her purse, and dash out.

Stubborn kitten. Always choosing to run, that was something I needed to correct.

I made my way out of the second floor, descending the stairs. Out of the restaurant, I walked to the car and got in.

"That was rude, kitten. How could you leave me like that?"

"W-We should head back to the manor," Anastasia mumbled.

I spread my arm to the back of the seat, and she tensed up. "What’s wrong? Didn’t you like the way I ate your pussy?"

Her eyes snapped back to me, wild and heated, but there wasn’t a single trace of anger behind them. It took me off guard because this was usually the point where she tossed words at me.

I don’t think there has been anger since we left the boutique. She was fighting her need for me, and I wondered how long she would hold out.

Anastasia licked her lips, peeling her eyes away. "C-Can we just go now?"

She was confused and scared, but most importantly reaching her breaking point.

The car moved, but the manor wasn’t the destination just yet. Anastasia was busier in her head, and the whole time she was clenching her purse for her dear life.

"You’re gonna ruin your nails."

A scoff rolled off her. "That’s hardly the point right now."

"Then what is? Tell me."

"You..." Her words faded as she snapped her gaze to me.

"There... you’ve been avoiding meeting my eyes."

"J-Just for a few minutes!"

"Still count. Your beautiful eyes should be on me at all times."

"S-Stop."

"Stop... what?"

Her mouth parted as she struggled to speak, but she chose to clench her teeth and before she had the chance to turn away. I snatched her jaw.

"Say it."

She struggled, but I only held tighter until her face contorted in pain, and I caught her rubbing her knees.

Bad girl.

Even now, I knew if I spread those legs, I’d find a beautiful mess all over my seat.

The car came to a stop, and she yanked her chin away, getting out in a hurry.

I amused myself with a brief laugh as I got out, rounding the car to her.

"T-This is not the manor!"

"I ruined your pretty panties. I’m here to make sure I get you more pretty ones."

As though finally grasping the situation at hand, she discreetly pulled the rim of her dress down.

"I-I can’t walk around without..." she paused, blushing harder. At this point she’s gonna melt if she keeps this up.

"I’ll shoot anyone in the eyes who tries to look."

"That would be on me! Because... Because...!"

I arched an eyebrow, daring her to say it louder.

"I ate your—"

She slapped her hand on my mouth, breathing harshly as she passed a look around.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. "We’re gonna have to work on that, especially when we’ll be trying out our fantasies soon."

"Zade!"

I winked as I pinned her to my body and led her inside. A soft gasp escaped her when she saw the view.

"This is..." She looked at me as if struck by the idea. "I’m not shopping for lingerie with you."

"I’m your husband."

"That doesn’t mean you can."

"I beg to differ."

"Ugh!" She walked ahead, and I sank my hand into my pockets, tailing behind.

I watched from the end of the aisle as Anastasia paused for a moment to collect herself.

She looked toward the displayed collections, and then I saw it, that smile that spelled my spoiled princess.

"Anyone?" she called out.

An attendant approached almost immediately.

"How can I assist you this evening, Miss?"

"I’m buying this entire collection. Have your staff pack the finest pieces."