Chapter 59
“Did he make you nervous?” Cyrus asked when he entered the room and saw Amelia writing something in her diary.
He walked closer to her and saw her jotting down some formula that looked too complex for the human brain. The girl was indeed serious about her work.
“He is intimidating, no doubt,” Amelia answered his question once she was done writing the last part of the formula.
Cyrus didn’t say anything and got into bed.
After a week, sleeping with the girl didn’t seem as unbearable as it used to. He was getting used to her throwing her legs at him when sleeping.
“Will it take long?” Cyrus asked.
He paused after he asked that question. Wait. Why did it look like they had changed their roles? Why did he sound like a wife waiting for her husband to finish his work and come to bed to cuddle?
The thought furrowed his brow, and he glared at the back of the girl who was still busy with work.
“Just a few minutes. I need to finish this to show it to Professor Kinsley tomorrow,” Amelia said.
Cyrus didn’t like the coaxing tone in her words.
“Do you have a duty to your professor only? Don’t you think you are neglecting your duty as a wife?” He asked.
His words surprised him.
What kind of words was he using? Was he seriously indirectly asking her to indulge in wife duties in bed?
No. How could he?
’Well, it sounded like that to me. And judging from the shock on my wife’s face, it’s clear you meant that only,’ Sylas said.
Cyrus looked at the girl’s shocked expression and gulped, running his brain to form a quick cover-up.
Should he say he was talking about how she never asks about his work or something related?
“Wife duties?” Amelia asked, surprised.
Her cheeks turned red, and heat rose to her neck, her heartbeats going crazy over the thought.
Cyrus looked at her innocent expression, and even when he wanted to cover up, he said nothing.
Amelia’s head on the other side went haywire. All the thoughts about the experiment were long gone, and she gulped.
As shy as she was, she knew what Cyrus said made sense nonetheless. As his wife, she should indulge in those activities and make him happy.
Besides, who was she fooling? It wasn’t like she hated the idea of being loved by him. If anything, she really wanted him to p>
Her cheeks turned redder, and she cleared her throat.
She closed the diary and walked to the bed.
She lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
Cyrus observed the girl, lying like a wooden log on the bed.
Did she really expect him to ravage her like a beast while she lay like that? The thought was both funny and provoking, and the man rolled his eyes.
With that stupidity of hers, he didn’t need to explain anything.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to for now. You should–” Cyrus started, but Amelia suddenly turned and crawled over Cyrus.
She didn’t say or do anything. She lay over him, looking into his eyes as if asking for silent permission.
The man raised his brows. He wanted to see how far she would go until he stopped her.
She had been looking for ways to seduce him from the very beginning. Now that she had the opportunity, he wanted to see if she would go through.
Amelia licked her lip nervously before closing her eyes. She leaned and placed her lips on his softly.
It was a feather-light touch, and he wouldn’t have felt it without her nose rubbing against his.
She was really nervous. He could feel it through her heartbeat that was beating hard against his.
The softness of her breasts pressed against his chest made a reaction in an area he didn’t know was active and alive until now.
Even though they were fully dressed, he felt her every breath in his soul.
“Please pardon my clumsiness. This is my first time,” Amelia whispered in his ear before she shifted her lips to his collarbone.
She licked his neck before nibbling his skin, sucking on it.
Cyrus’s fists clenched as he fought hard to stay in his character and not succumb to her temptation.
Her first time? How could someone be so good on their first time?
Amelia kissed his neck before taking her attention to his throat. It was good that Cyrus was a clean freak and always showered before coming to bed. This made sucking and licking him easier.
As soon as she licked his throat and sucked his Adam’s apple softly, the man lost it and released a low growl.
Amelia raised her face and looked back into his eyes before placing her lips back on his.
This time, she kissed him properly.
The man couldn’t control it anymore, and he turned them so he was over her and she was under him.
Pressing his body into hers, he kissed her back. Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her divine taste, Cyrus groaned when Amelia moaned.
It was almost like she was given some nirvana and tasted elixir. She felt intoxicated by his kiss. The urge to suck his tongue, to have his hands all over her body, on her naked body started to take over and her breaths began to come short.
She placed her hand in his hair and pulled him further, both losing themselves in the kiss.
Cyrus didn’t hold back either. Though he just wanted to tease her initially, he didn’t know kissing her was going to feel so good.
It was addictive, like he was tasting some kind of exotic honey that only she could give him.
Feeling the ache in his manhood that wanted some action too, Cyrus pressed himself further into her body.
Seeing Amelia’s face turning red due to lack of oxygen, Cyrus pulled back before placing his forehead on hers.
They panted heavily, their chests rising and falling in sync.
“The next time you provoke me, I won’t just end with kissing only,” Cyrus threatened her when he saw her moist eyes.
She was clearly enjoying it so much that she didn’t even care whether she could breathe.
The man went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and Amelia, left alone on the bed, blushed when she realized what she had wanted to do earlier.
Was she really that naughty? She wondered before closing her eyes as sleep took over.
When Cyrus returned, she was long asleep, and the man glared at the girl’s back.
A true seductress she was.
He lay on the bed before turning her around gently and placing her legs and hands on his body.
Why? Because he was getting used to her invasion of his privacy, and not having it felt weird.
He turned to the side and saw her cute and naive face with a smile.
Stupid Seductress. He murmured under his breath, his gaze lingering on her slight cleavage more than it should’ve.
Without restraint, he pulled her up a little before hurrying his face into her cleavage and hugging her close like a teddy bear.
Why should she only be allowed to take advantage of him? He could do that, too. He reasoned with himself before letting sleep take over.
That night, he had the best sleep of his life, and his resolution to make Amelia give him her breast pillow every night strengthened.