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

Chapter 139: The Serpent & His Kitten [1]

The soft ripple of the water slowly pulled me from sleep.

My body felt as though it rested on clouds, but in this case, I was resting on a hard surface that didn’t feel like a wall, because walls don’t have heartbeats, right?

I braced my hand on the wall of muscle, using it to help me sit up.

It took forever to accomplish because my whole body felt as though I had been hit by a bus.

It wasn’t just the ache in my core, but my thighs, shoulders, and neck like a beast had taken a chunk out of me.

Breathing softly, I looked to the company by my side and found a cloud of smoke drifting from Zade’s lips.

My throat went dry as I watched his Adam’s apple bob. His arms rested along the edge of the bathtub, his posture relaxed and controlled.

The hottest sight I have ever seen.

He lowered his gaze to me, and a slow, desirable smirk spread across his lips, wickedly, making my heart pound faster than it ought to be.

"Finally awake." He tilted his head. "And here I thought I ruined you enough."

Flashes of what happened in the kitchen were like a scene straight out of a dark romance book. I’d always pictured losing my virginity in such a romantic way.

Bed of roses or that type of thing that came in every girl’s fantasies for her first time, but I got the last thing I ever pictured in mind.

It took me by surprise, and something about getting the unexpected shot a thrill through my body in a way I couldn’t begin to explain.

I loved it. Every inch of it. The way he manhandled me and still took time to make me feel more alive than I have ever been got me speechless.

There was a dominant feeling that spread across my body as though I had waited for this moment, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I got chills when I recalled how his cum ran down my thigh to my legs. I think I passed out after that or something.

Zade’s fingers traced my neck before he grabbed a hold of it, his lips pressing against mine before diving for a mouthwatering kiss that sent electric shivers through me.

This was getting harder and harder.

His mouth traced mine like starvation was baring its teeth, because he doesn’t just kiss me for the sake of it, but as though he were memorizing every corner of my mouth each time.

I dragged in my breath when he finally freed my lips. Taking in air as much as possible because I had been denied that for the last minute.

He ran his tongue across his lower lip, and I couldn’t seem to look away. "How’s your pussy?"

I mirror his action, the warm, woody aftertaste lingering in my tongue. "S-Sore."

"Tell me, kitten. Do you want my cock right now?"

"Blue!" I pitched before I even had the chance to think about it, because there wasn’t anything to consider!

He chuckled, leaning back on the tub and took a drag from the cigar. "It was worth a shot."

The way he looked at me right now doesn’t seem like he was caving any time soon. The hunger and possession in those hollow orbs sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why do I get a feeling my safe word won’t save me?"

"Why do you think that way?"

"Because there’s nothing sane in those eyes."

More smoke came off his nose. He didn’t say a word for what seemed like a minute, and it was rare to see him like this,

Was the Serpent actually speechless, or am I just imagining things?

"Your pussy is just as sweet as it tastes. Forgive me if I’m addicted."

My breath shuddered, because he doesn’t just say those words, he...!

Zade stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray resting on the marble table beside the tub.

He leaned forward to me and slipped his hand up my thighs, picking me up to rest against him.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when I felt him beneath me.

"How about this? Just let me stay inside. I promise I won’t move."

I-Is he being serious right now?

Oh God. I don’t even need to ask that question!

"What do you say, kitten?"

"Blue."

He let out a laugh, and I don’t know why it drew a smile to my lips.

I gasped when he suddenly stood up, redirecting me in his arms as he carried me out of the tub to the shower.

"Can you stand?"

I don’t think I can, at least for the moment.

Even though I didn’t reply due to my cheeks warming up, Zade responded as if he knew my thoughts, diverting me so that he carried me with one arm.

"I-I can stand!"

"I’m sure you can," he said, turning on the shower, and I knew what he was gonna do.

"Y-You can’t bathe me and hold me at the same time."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No!" I pushed against his chest the instant the warm water hit us.

"Stay still."

"Put me down first!"

He ticked his tongue, but he eventually let me down as though to test me.

And trust me, I failed right at the first try because a bizarre buzz shot up my legs and pooled right at my core. I nearly fell over if Zade hadn’t held my waist.

"Mm... you got me convinced there."

My cheek ran hot. "T-This is your fault!"

He chuckled, taking some shampoo and using it on my hair. "Hold me then, tough girl."

I rested my hands on his ribcage as he began washing my hair.

I was growing tired by the minute, but I did my best to maintain stability even though it was difficult to manage.

I closed my eyes as the shampoo rinsed off. Zade then backed me to the wall, my back pressing against the cold surface.