CHAPTER 7 Wild Elevator Ride

　　Drunk. Wasted. Horny.

　　The booze amplified what the two lustful souls were currently feeling right now. From the moment they stepped inside the elevator, wet and tipsy from the jacuzzi, the brokenhearted could no longer help himself.

　　The hot sensation aired as the elevator door closed, making their already wet silk robe rub against their skin tighter.

　　As they locked eyes with one another, it sent a signal to their libido to skyrocket.?

　　At this point, he slightly pinned her to the elevator wall and locked her body in his arms, blocking her movement with his massive torso. He sniffed her hair and neck and pecked it lightly, then using his irresistible deep voice,

　　“Before I put a ring on that finger, I want to remind myself how your lips taste,” he exclaimed.

　　His voice automatically sent chills to her spine. Baffled by what she heard, she tried to push him away with her might. It was not because she had no experience yet or whatever, but because she felt so intimidated by his hungry stares.

　　“W–wait,” she mumbled in a sweet but nervous tone, “I c–can’t breathe,” she held her breath unconsciously.

　　She kept on blushing not because of the alcohol, but because of the weird sensation bottling up inside her.

　　Noticing the anonymity in her, he paused as he tried to calm her down by caressing her cheeks, rubbing them as if giving a facial massage on her, making her face hotter than ever.

　　“Easy, darling, I’ll take care of you as I always do. How long has it been since I touch you? Did you already forget how it feels?” he smiled drunkenly, slowly moving his hand from her cheeks to her chin.

　　He teased her by warmly breathing to her neck, the back of her ear while stroking her long red hair with his slender fingers.

　　He bit the tip of her left ear and then used his fingers like his secret weapon, by gently grabbing her nape and then tapping it as if he was playing piano.

　　As moaning came out of her, she uncontrollably bent her head backward, she exposed her soft neck unaware. Gazing through it, the neck being his main fetish, he almost lost control, wanting to go ballistic on her.

　　Knowing how her body reacts to everything, he knew how much she wanted this. So he tried to deprive his animal side and advanced his move on her in a gentlemanly way.

　　He pecked and started nibbling her lower lips.

　　Once she had a glimpse of his wet yet warm kiss, something inside her fired up like an engine. Her hands unconsciously grasped the sleeves of his robe as he entered her personal space and finally claimed her lips. It was an addictive feeling that she couldn’t even comprehend–a feeling that unquestionably clouded her mind, fooling herself that it was her whom he wanted.

　　There was not even an ounce of refusal or rejection from her, so Tyler kept going. With the right rhythm, he nibbled on her lower lip, then the upper lip consecutively.?

　　As she moaned from the great experience, her lips parted, allowing him to kiss her deeper. His tongue gently and successfully invaded her mouth, by circling his tongue in the opening of her lips, going in deeper until he completely caught her tongue and sucked it passionately.

　　Drowned and ecstatic, she answered his every move. Their tongues intertwined and played with each other, a steamy and wild french kiss that lasted for who-knows-how-long.

　　A liquid called saliva dripped on both sides of their lips but nobody gave a damn if what they could get was so much pleasure from that kiss.

　　Intense. Addictive. Invigorating.

　　These words kept on running inside Chloe's mind as she began to enjoy this elevator ride.

　　But a rushing feeling, and a desire for more led her to jump into action real fast, exposing her indifference in this kind of situation.

　　As a result, she quickly answered his kiss by sucking his lips hard, something that an amateur would do. Right at that moment, Tyler became skeptical, because Isabella has never done anything like it before.

　　The momentum died down and his eyes opened wide. He pulled himself from her grasp and stared at her. He brushed her lips with his thumb, “Are you in a hurry, darling? We have all the night so you can–”

　　But even before he could finish, she looked away feeling embarrassed, “S–sorry. I–I want you now,” she said irritably with her hands holding each other, still leaning on the wall, avoiding his gaze.

　　Just in time, the elevator dinged, and the door opened on the floor where his suite is.

　　Instead of questioning her or putting her in an awkward position, he silently picked her lightweight body in his arms without hesitation, and carried her down the hallway to the VVIP suite.

　　She was caught off guard and a bit of sobriety hit her for a second as she felt her body meet the thin cold air coming out of the hallway’s ventilation.

　　She looked at him, who was still red from drunkenness, but still gorgeously hot with that look in his eyes.

　　She knew at that point what was about to happen. She is indeed a virgin, and she isn’t the type to go and have a fling with a stranger, let alone get married to someone she just met.

　　But for some reason, she knew how much she was craving a fun ride in her life. And the fact that her body was numb due to the alcohol intake, she felt nothing but horniness and forgot for a second that she wasn’t Isabella at all.

　　In short, not being in the right state of mind, she had decided to go all in. Whether this man was serious about marrying her or not, she wanted to taste him and his firm abdominal muscles.

　　Pretending to say no, she wiggled herself from his arms, “Hey, where are we going?” she asked while trying to free herself.

　　But this man, who had his masculinity already awakened, would take no for an answer, so he carried her like a precious parcel, enough to keep her intact. He continued with his wide long stride until they reached the VVIP suite.

　　Then a grin on his lips appeared and gave her a seducing stare as the door opened, “Fulfilling your first duty as my wife.”

　　As he took the steps further and further inside the suite, Chloe swallowed hard. Because the hotel room wasn’t lit enough, she had a hard time seeing what was around her.

　　The next thing she knew, she felt the soft and cozy duvet caressing her back after Tyler put her there. She got up from lying down, and supported her weight with her arms stretched on the back while looking at him.

　　He was getting ready to spring in action as he slid down his silk robe off him, and said,

　　“Are you ready, darling?