CHAPTER 15

 
 
“I’m sorry for surprising you before.”
Hunter apologized while trailing small kisses down Clarice’s neck
as he laid her on the bedspread. “That damned waiter. He shoved me
in here. If only I knew you were waiting for me, I would have come
right away.”
Clarice kept her eyes closed, feeling this
overwhelming sensation inside her body that she couldn’t describe
as each touch of Hunter’s lips teased the skin of her neck. But
before she could work out what it was, she felt his body shift. She
opened her eyes and saw he was already on the floor, about to turn
on the light switch.
“No, don’t!” Clarice shouted, jumping off
the bed and winding her arms around his body, preventing him from
reaching his destination.
“But my goddess, it’s dark in here.” Hunter
smiled, loving the feel of his mysterious goddess wrapping her arms
around him. “You sure you don’t want me to turn on the light?”
“No!” Clarice gasped in panic, plastering
her cheek against his back, her heart thumping wildly. She wouldn’t
know what to do if Anton saw her now. What would he call her? An
easy woman? One who lured men into bed for the sake of sperm? No,
she couldn’t have that. This transaction, this thing that was
happening between them tonight must be kept anonymous, a secret,
until she was sure Anton liked her.
Hunter turned and embraced his woman,
holding her close. God, she was intoxicating, strange but so damn
adorable that it was driving him insane. No woman had ever filtered
into his thoughts before he took his pleasure. This woman was
different. He respected her wishes.
“Okay, we won’t turn on the light. We’ll
just do it in the dark. That way it’ll be more exciting.”
Hunter saw his goddess nod her head. God,
and now she had to be alluring too? There was no ending to this
woman’s gifts.
“Please do me a favour?” Clarice spoke
softly, interrupting Hunter’s thoughts.
Never in a million years could she ever have
imagined herself doing this, but here she was, going against her
morals, all for one single sperm. She tried to pull herself
together, but it was just too much. The need to be consumed was so
overpowering that she lost all ability to think rationally. But
wasn’t this what she wanted? It was only for one night. At least
she would know what it was like to feel love. Plus, she’d get her
sperm from Anton too. Killing two birds with one stone, wasn’t that
the philosophy she abided by?
Hunter chuckled and cupped her cheeks. “What
is it, my goddess? What do you want me to do?”
“I… I’d like to keep this transaction
between us anonymous. Can you do that for me?” Clarice uttered
nervously, using the best seductive voice she could muster.
Damn! How did she sound like that? It didn’t
sound anything like her normal voice at all. Blame it all on the
erotic romance novels she’d read lately.
“Transaction? Anonymous?” Hunter chuckled
even louder. In all his life, he had never met a girl who called a
one-night stand a transaction. “You mean our one-night stand? You
want to keep things between us mysterious?” God, he wanted to turn
on the light right now and see her face. His mysterious goddess
intrigued him more by the second.
One-night stand, Clarice thought. Was
this arrangement a one-night stand?
She heard the man chuckle again. He had a
nice chuckle. It made her stomach do a little crazy dance. And then
he went in for another plunge, sucking her lips with no small
appetite. This was beyond passionate. This kiss put out so much
emotion that it made her moan.
“Okay, I promise we’ll keep this night
anonymous,” Hunter vowed, relishing in the moan from his mysterious
woman. It sounded a little like that avocado, and Clarice’s face
popped into his head.
No, get out! Don’t think about the avocado
tonight.
Hunter pushed Clarice’s image to the back of
his mind again. Tonight, you are going to get laid and have the
time of your life.
But still, that voice from his mysterious
goddess definitely sounded different from when they were at the
bar. Probably it was the loud music that was affecting his hearing,
which was why in this quiet and intimate environment, she sounded
different.
Anyway, having his mysterious woman with him
right now was definitely better than brooding about that avocado.
And since she wanted to keep things between them anonymous, he was
only too willing to oblige.
If the liquor didn’t taint his ability to
think properly, Hunter would have thought his mysterious woman was
trying to seduce him, now standing on tiptoe to wrap her cute arms
around his neck and whispering soft words into his ears, which when
the message was relayed put a huge grin on his face and his eyes
sparkled with heated desire. Guess she did want to play the
mysterious girl and go along with their plan all along.
“Come to bed.” Hunter heard her speak.
Come to bed? Clarice shivered
mentally. Where did she learn to spout out that line? She sounded
like a dutiful wife awaiting her husband after he’d been away for a
long day of hard work.
“Anything you say, sweetheart,” Hunter
crooned huskily, sending sparks to her fingertips.
Sweetheart? That sounded like
something that Casanova Hunter would say. Then Clarice smacked
herself in the head, mentally of course, because Anton would never
use the word sweetheart. What kind of endearments would Anton
use?
Not one to disappoint his woman, Hunter
immediately took charge of the whole situation and carried her to
the bed again, then heaved himself on top of her. With one arm
supporting his weight, he gazed into her pupils.
Shit! He couldn’t see a damn thing,
save the light of the moon that didn’t illuminate much but that
speck of heated pupils that shone brightly. But since his sight
wouldn’t be useful in this situation, Hunter relied on his other
four senses to make sure he got the best out of this
experience.
With his olfactory sense, he inhaled her
peach and orange blossom scent, which drove him mad, making him
crave her even more. With his haptic perception, he gently caressed
her smooth skin, slowly undressing her until she was completely
naked and under his mercy. And with his gustatory perception, he
licked her, sucked her, tasted her, always hungry for more, and his
auditory senses picked up all her moans, her groans, and the gentle
writhing of her body, begging him to give her more.
Clarice, who was not used to this situation,
only blinked rapidly and tried to stay still like a doll. Hunter
chuckled and proceeded further with his seduction. Feeling this
wasn’t enough, he started searching for her crooks and crannies,
kissing underneath her chin, on her cheeks, and up her forehead
again, before he released her with a haggard breath. Gulping enough
air into his starved lungs, he plunged in again, this time leaving
slower, gentler kisses. Since he had all night anyway, he began by
caressing his mysterious woman’s cheek and playing with her hair
before kissing her lips subtlety again. Then he realized he wanted
to know more about his mysterious woman, eager to know her real
name, intoxicated with everything about her. Before, at the bar, it
was just two consensual adults playing the game of carnal pleasure,
but now, now it was a different story. This wasn’t just pure sex.
This was something else entirely, and he thought he really needed
to know something about her, even a little bit.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice
shaking with so much passion.
Name? She should lie.
“Your goddess,” she replied, not realizing
what she was saying until it left her lips.
“My goddess!” Hunter chuckled again,
enjoying the game they were playing. He never laughed this much
during his midnight exercises. This would have to be the first, but
by golly, he loved it. But come morning, he’d surely get her
name.
She started nibbling at his lip. When she
was at the bar, he did notice she had the perfect lips, but to
experience them firsthand like this was another matter. And her
voice, God, her voice was laced with such thick desire it was
driving him insanely hot.
It is hot, so hot, Clarice thought.
She was boiling. It was like she was a chicken roasting in an oven.
Was this what sex felt like? She was thirsty. She wanted a drink.
Another kiss? She wasn’t sure anymore what she wanted, but
something needed to give. She felt a tightening in her middle.
Hunter felt drunk too, not because he’d been
drinking such an absurd amount of alcohol. That he could tolerate,
but this, this sensation, this excitement incrementing in his
stomach, felt like he was a virgin again, having sex for the first
time.
He kissed her again, this time devouring her
lips and tongue, wrestling and sucking until he was out of breath.
Then he resumed his journey of nibbling along her nape down to the
edge of her jaw and to her collarbone.
Hunter was rewarded when Clarice offered him
a sensual moan, which to Clarice was an honest response, as she’d
never felt like this before. Hunter smiled and knew his woman was
ready.
Clarice enjoyed being seduced. It felt like
she didn’t need to do any work at all. Anton was an expert in this
field. She felt like she wanted more, needed more, but she didn’t
know what. So she just let Hunter do as he pleased until he started
wedging her legs apart, which was so foreign to her that she yelped
in response.
“Wha… what are you doing?” she cried in
panic, her voice shaking.
“Baby, you sound like a virgin. Calm down.
It’s going to be all right. My snake here just wants to find your
Garden of Eden.”
“Your snake?” she asked in confusion.
“Uh-huh,” Hunter said, since she wouldn’t be
able to see him nod. “You wanna touch it?”
“What? No.”
“You should try it sometime.” He chuckled
again when he heard her frightened reply.
“Where… where is this Garden of Eden your
snake wants to find?” Clarice asked, a little interested in all the
fluffy words Anton used during their exchange.
Somehow Clarice couldn’t picture Anton using
such words for anything. He looked like the type to rely on more
technical terms. Flowery terms came more easily to Hunter, Clarice
imagined. Then she shut her eyes even tighter.
What was she doing imagining that was Hunter
instead of Anton? Get a grip of reality, Clarice!
“Right here,” Hunter said seductively,
breaking her train of thought, and then her breath was knocked out
again as his finger probed into her forbidden passage.
“Whaaat… are you doing?” she screeched in
panic when Hunter invaded her.
“Loosening you up. You’re so tight. Are you
a virgin?” Hunter asked, probing his way farther into her
canal.
“What? No, no, of course not,” Clarice lied,
shaking her head. All that heat, all that moisture radiating from
the space where Hunter’s finger had delved, it filled her to the
core.
I’m already halfway, though. If Anton found
out now that I’m a virgin, there’s no telling if he might reverse
the process and stop the deal. I must get his sperm.
“Okay then, just relax. You’re going to
enjoy this. I never disappoint my lovers.”
Lovers! Clarice thought. Of course
Anton would have previous lovers. He wasn’t in love with her. She
just wanted his sperm. So why did she feel like smashing his head
against the headboard and stomping on his body until he yelled for
mercy? Still, even if her heart wanted to do just that, it did irk
her that she found out too late that he had previous lovers when
she thought he was a pure man.
A bit too late now to turn back the clock
since you’re already in the middle of doing it.
Oh, what the hell? What was Anton doing now,
feeling her hips? This was just too much. Way too much for her to
handle. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating so loud
she was sure even the people downstairs could hear it. When was
this seduction going to finish and the transaction going to take
place? She didn’t know how much longer she would last at the rate
she was going now. Anton was still feeling her lips, collarbone,
hips, and her forbidden canal. It was driving her crazy. And her
heart was doing that stupid crazy dance again.
“Just do it,” Clarice puffed when Hunter’s
finger drove deeper into her core. She was twisting all over.
“All right, baby, but let me just get the
condom out first,” he said, getting off her again, but he was
caught by Clarice before he could move.
“Condoms? No, no condoms,” Clarice yelled.
If Anton wore his condom, how was she going to get that sperm? This
was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She couldn’t afford to lose
that sperm.
“But, baby, I practice safe sex,” Hunter
said.
“I… I already take contraception so it’s
fine,” she lied. If Anton could see her now, her face would bloom
redder than a tomato.
“I think it would still be safer to wear a
condom.” Hunter stood his ground.
“Please, I’m desperate. I want you now,”
Clarice said, and because it felt like Anton wouldn’t budge, she
pulled him over her body again and kissed him on the lips.
Dear Lord, how could she say this? Clarice
was mortified with herself. But for the sake of her baby, she must
let Anton forget all about the condom.
“If you’re sure, baby, then here goes. Hold
on tight because I’m gonna give you a ride you will never forget,”
Hunter said, then laced Clarice’s fingers together around his neck,
making sure she had a firm grip. Then he plunged in. And Clarice
felt her breath knocked out yet again.
“Baby, are you okay?” Hunter asked in
concern. “You’re so tight. Do you want me to take it out?”
“No!” Clarice shouted in Hunter’s ear. If
Anton took it out now, then how was she to make sure his sperm
travelled all the way to her egg?
“Just do what you have to do,” Clarice
demanded through gritted teeth, bearing the pain and all. Dear
Lord, how could people enjoy sex? The process itself was so
painful. But she must endure this for the sake of her baby.
“All right, baby, here goes.” Then Hunter
started to move forward, slowly pushing in and out. Each time
Hunter moved, she felt a little tension release. Then when his
“snake” was all in, he started the process all over again, but this
time instead of pain, there was a tingling mixture of pleasure. A
little butterfly started fluttering around in her stomach and with
more movements, there were more butterflies.
Clarice closed her eyes, too embarrassed and
shy for feeling this way. The pain, the thrill, the excitement were
all centered on that spot. Even the painting of the rose petals
displayed on the wall seemed to hide itself shyly from the low beam
of light when both the occupants had their bodies locked in their
tight embrace.
With each stroke, Clarice felt like she was
travelling higher and higher into the clouds, her body writhing
from within, until both felt like they were floating in midair,
their bodies wrapped around each other’s, legs and arms tangling
together. For Clarice, the moment of climax came when she saw a
flash of white light and then she felt like she was falling, and
what seemed like centuries later, she woke, her body all saturated
with sweat. For Hunter, that moment of intense utopia came like a
turbulent storm, robbing his heart and soul, shattering even his
core, which he never let anyone into before. And under this blanket
of night, both came back to Earth, embraced in each other’s arms,
swimming back to the surface of reality.