Keifer POV
We came out of the bathroom. Jay was flustered, cheeks burning, chaos spilling into her silence. Me? I was satisfied.
She glanced at the clock, her voice sharp, chaotic. "Keif, it's already 12 p.m."
"OH," I said, clipped, deliberate.
Her eyes widened, chaos flashing. "What the hell do you mean oh? We went into the bathroom at 10 a.m."
She jabbed a finger at me, chaotic, bold. "Because of you we came out at 12."
I smirked, steady, teasing. "Tss. You're blaming me? You were the one telling me not to stop."
She froze, chaos trembling, then grabbed a pillow and hurled it at me. I caught it easily, smirking, clipped, deliberate.
"Asshole," she muttered, chaotic, sharp.
I leaned closer, my voice low, clipped, lethal but playful. "Repeat what you just said."
Her lips parted, chaos flashing. "Ass—" she didn't finish, because I pinned her to the bed, steady, deliberate.
"Jay," I said, my voice low, clipped, teasing. "Do you cuss on purpose?"
Her eyes widened, chaotic, trembling but bold. "Why would I?" she asked.
I smirked, clipped, certain. "Because every time you cuss… we end up like this."
Before she could process, before her chaos could form another protest, I kissed her — clipped, hungry, deliberate — claiming her silence, her storm, her surrender.
I removed her towel, steady, deliberate. She froze, chaos trembling in her silence.
I stared at her shamelessly, my eyes clipped, certain. "Keifer…" she whispered, chaotic, trembling, trying to hide herself behind her hands.
I caught her wrists, steady, deliberate, lowering them gently. "Come on," I said, my voice low, clipped, teasing. "I already saw everything. You don't need to hide from me."
Her cheeks flushed, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "You're impossible," she muttered, chaotic, sharp.
"But I'm your Impossible" I said
I kissed her, hungry, dominant, clipped in my certainty. Her lips trembled against mine, chaos spilling into every breath.
My tongue traced the outline of her earlobe, and she gasped, her body arching into his.
"Keifer..." she breathed, her voice both protest and invitational
I brushed my lips against her jaw, tracing a path down to her neck, where I left a trail of soft kisses.
Her breath hitched, and I could feel her pulse race beneath my lips.
She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly, my grip gentle yet unyielding.
"Keifer," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire.
With a smirk, I continued my assault, trailing my lips down her body, stopping to tease her nipples
She gasped, arching into his touch, and he felt her pussy clench against his hand.
I slipped my hand tracing the wetness between her legs.
She was so ready for me, and I couldn't help but lean in for a taste.
My tongue darted out, tracing her folds, tasting her sweetness.
She cried out, her hips bucking against me, and I knew she was mine.
I continued to tease her, pushing her to the edge until she begged for release.
"Please, Keifer," she moaned, her voice ragged with need. "I want you."
I pulled back, my eyes meeting hers.
"You'll have me," I promised, my voice low and husky.
And with that, I positioned myself at her entrance, pushing inside her with a single forceful thrust. S
he gasped, her body arching to meet mine.
I started slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness around me.
But soon, I was lost in the sensation, thrusting harder and faster, matching her moans with my own deep, primal groans.
Our bodies moved together in a frenzy, their desire spilling out in sweat and gasps.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, I felt her walls clench around me.
She screamed my name as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
I followed her over the edge, groaning as I emptied myself inside her.
For a moment, we laid entwined, our hearts racing together. But I knew this was only the beginning.
"Idiot," she said, chaotic, sharp, glaring at me. "Look at the time."
I glanced at the clock, smirking. "What? It's only 4 p.m.," I said, clipped, deliberate.
Her lips parted, chaos flashing. "Only 4?" she repeated, her voice trembling but bold.
I leaned closer, brushing a kiss against her shoulder, my voice low, clipped, teasing. "What… do you want me to start round three?"
Her cheeks flushed instantly, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. She shoved me lightly, chaotic, bold. "Keifer, you're ridiculous."
I smirked, steady, deliberate. "Ridiculous enough to keep you blushing. Ridiculous enough to keep you close."
She groaned, chaos sharp, burying her face in the pillow. "Stop saying things like that."
I chuckled, clipped, playful. "Why? Every time I say them, you blush. And every time you blush… I want more."
Her chaos didn't falter. She threw another pillow at me, chaotic, defiant. I caught it easily, smirking, clipped, certain.
"Round three, Jay," I said, my voice low, lethal but playful. "Don't tempt me."
"Keifer," she protested, chaotic, sharp, her cheeks still flushed.
"Fine," I said, clipped, deliberate. "We'll rest. Then I'll help you make dishes for dinner."
Her lips parted, chaos flashing. "Help… or ruin?" she asked, her voice trembling but bold.
I smirked, steady, teasing, my tone low, clipped. "Well… I ruined you already."
Her blush deepened, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. She threw a pillow at me, chaotic, defiant. I caught it easily, smirking, deliberate.
"You're shameless," she muttered, chaotic, sharp.
I leaned closer, my voice low, clipped, playful. "Shameless enough to cook with you"
Her eyes widened, chaos trembling, her lips parting in defiance. "You better not burn anything, Keifer."
I chuckled, clipped, steady. "Then stay close, Jay. Because if I burn something… you'll be the one to save me."
"Will the Fernandez really come?" she asked, her voice sharp, chaotic, trembling but steady.
I nodded, clipped, deliberate. "It will be fine," I said, though my chest tightened.
I didn't want to ask, but the words slipped out anyway. "Why didn't you talk to them?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Her lips parted, chaos flashing. "When did you know about the wedding?" she asked.
I exhaled, jaw tight. "Like two months before," I replied, clipped, deliberate.
Her voice broke, chaotic, trembling but bold. "Well… I got to know about it on our wedding day."
I froze.
Because I knew.
I knew they forced her into this marriage.
But not this part.
Not the part where she only found out on the wedding day.
. And that silence cut deeper than any words.
"I also thought it was because they forced you," I said, my voice low, clipped, certain.
"That too," she whispered, chaos spilling into the silence.
I clenched my jaw, then asked the question I didn't want to hear answered. "Do you regret the marriage?"
Her eyes softened, chaos trembling but bold. "At first, yeah," she admitted. "But maybe not now."
She leaned in, kissing me soft, tender, chaotic. I was about to speak, but her finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.
"Rest," she said, her voice breaking but steady. "You need energy for the dinner."
I nodded, clipped, deliberate, pulling her close. The blanket wrapped around us, steady, certain. Her chaos pressed against my chest, my storm steady against hers.
And for a moment, between storms, we rested.
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