Chapter 152 It's too hot! - Part 1
Music Recommendation: Morphee by Jordane Tumarinson (automne piano)
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Even in midst of her intoxicated mind, Madeline felt Calhoun's warm lips on hers. Her eyes went wide in shock, the effect of alcohol trying to lower down and her hands tried to push him, but they were weak against him. Calhoun was like a rock who was difficult to move, and she felt him pull her even closer than before, letting the water pass through his lips into hers, and she could do nothing but gulp it down.
Madeline moved her head to the side, trails of water dripping down the sides of her lips, "W-what are y-you doing?" came her stunned voice, but Calhoun was not done with serving her water, "I can do it m-myself!" she said, noticing how his other hand went to pick the next water bag.
With Calhoun's other hand around her waist, he used his teeth to open the top of the water bag, and Madeline could feel her heart beating in her chest. She tried to get away from him, her face completely turned red with embarrassment as he had kissed her without her permission! Once he had taken sufficient gulps of water, Calhoun placed the bag of water back, using his free hand to place it behind her head as he descended back down on her lips.
She used both arms to push him away, seeing how his eyes were staring back at hers and out of reflex she gulped down the water, her slender throat bobbing up and down to take in the water through his lips. One mouth full of water in his lips were like three gulps in her small mouth.
Calhoun held her waist firmly against him, feeling her beating heart against him and listening to the way they skipped their beats every now and then. Her lips were soft and sweet on his lips. Sweeter than the water he had passed to her. He had waited for a good minute before taking the bag of water from her, seeing her struggle, how her hands kept slipping away while she tried to concentrate.
He had intended only to pass the water to her, but now that he had tasted her lips, he wanted more, and he sucked her lips. He heard the hitch in Madeline's breath and heart. He had been holding himself back for almost two weeks now and that was the most he could. He wanted to stake a claim on her.
Madeline, on the other hand, turned into a mess. She felt a jolt run down her body when Calhoun sucked on her bottom lip. Her hands were crushed between their both bodies. He had completely taken her in his arms, kissing her.
"Wait!" said Madeline when there was a little gap when he had pulled away. She could see how his eyes had darkened.
"You might deny it, but I can hear the way your heart is beating. I can see you are scared to feel it. Don't deny what you're feeling now," he coaxed her with honey-like sweet words. He looked straight into her eyes before looking down at her lips.
The alcohol Madeline had consumed was not a normal one that would lose its effects in a short time. It had only started to affect her body, trying to push her further into intoxication.
Calhoun leaned forward to capture her lips in his again, and Madeline's hands that were trying to push him away with all her strength turned weaker. She tried to move away from him, but with them being in the carriage, there was nowhere to go, only to be cornered at one side of the carriage.
Madeline, who had never been kissed before, felt like she had never been felt before. Calhoun continued to suck on her bottom lips, his teeth nipping it and she felt her fingers and toe curl at that action. One hand still on her waist, the other one which was on the back of her head, his fingers weaved through her hair to feel the softness while it moved down to settle on her neck.
Madeline felt Calhoun run his tongue over the seam of her lips, prying it open and she didn't know why her lips parted, letting his tongue sneak into the hot cavern of her mouth. Her breath was laboured. Calhoun was not gentle, but neither was he rough with his moves. It was a mixture where the kiss was near the danger zone that would free the wild instincts that he had tried to chain, but it had loosened, and it wanted more from her.
"Calhoun," she whispered when his lips were hovering back on hers after pulling away, and his eyes snapped from looking at her lips to her eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked, his eyes smouldering in heat and want.
Even though her body was weak and maybe sloppy, Madeline could sense the darkness in his voice. His face looked serious where he had no smile carrying on him with the mischievous evil deeds that he liked to impart on people or her.
"N-no more," she said, her chest heaving for air. She didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or if Calhoun had the ability where he did something to her. Her mind was turning to a mess and at the same time, Calhoun looked different. They weren't even married, to be doing something like this.
"Repeat what you said before," there was a certain growl in his voice and it made her jump. Repeat what?? Asked Madeline in panic but before she could ask what it was, Calhoun pulled her closer, diving and indulging himself with her sweet mouth. His lips were much more demanding this time, coercing her to open up to him.
Calhoun's hand moved to feel her back, and he couldn't stop to think about how it would feel to run his hand over her bareback. The thought only tipped him off, and the grip on her tightened, hearing her moan softly into the kiss which was music to his ears.
"Tell me," he repeated, and Madeline didn't know what he wanted her to tell. What she wanted to say was not being taken into consideration.
"I don't know, what you want me to tell you," she said hurriedly, her back was leaning against the side of the carriage with him over her, "We should not be doing this-" she started only to have him place his finger on her lips to shush her.
"You will be my wife soon. I don't see why I should stop when you look like you are enjoying it. Feeling it," he said, staring at her.
Madeline turned red, "No, I am not!" she denied. This was wrong; it was not right!
"No?" he asked. The way he looked at her now as if he was going to eat her up, Madeline gulped.
Madeline stared back at him. Seeing his handsome devil-like face in front of her, "You were the one who kissed me."
"I agree, but it would be rude to say you didn't like it," he whispered to her, "I can hear your heart beating. Your eyes closed with every touch of my lips on yours, your skin feels like its on fire. You like it, but you are scared to embrace it. Am I wrong?" Calhoun asked Madeline.
"The alcohol-"
"Come here, sweet. Let's see how much the alcohol worked on you or if it's your undiscovered feelings that you have been trying to curb, in the name of freedom of wanting to leave," Calhoun ran the back of his hand over her cheeks, caressing her, "I warned you not to drink it, but you drank it anyway. To spite me. Are you going to blame on the liquid? How does it feel to be intoxicated? Imagine the same intoxication I feel when I see you, how hard it is to resist myself not wanting to take you away from this world."
Madeline shuddered over his words, "D-don't do that," she didn't want to make the situation worse for her.
Calhoun had a faint smile on his lips, "I won't do that, Maddie. But at the same time, I prefer you look only at me. Your smile kept just for me to see and for no one else."
Madeline didn't know what to say. It wasn't because she wanted to spite him, but it was because she was upset. She had thought it would be a peaceful day where she would not step on the wrong lines with Calhoun but not in her dreams she would have imagined that James would be attending the same soiree.
She had felt bad. Bad that James and Lady Catherine had appeared to be close, whispering to each other and talking. Even the others knew about it. Now it seemed like it wasn't the time that was wrong, but that, neither James nor Madeline had put an effort to make a move.
A shiver ran down her spine when Calhoun's fingers gently brushed her face, "Now tell me."
Her eyes momentarily closed to open and look at Calhoun who was seated in front of her, "I will tell you if you tell me what you want me to tell you."
Calhoun's eyes moved on her face, towering over before they came back to settle to look at her brown eyes, "Say my name," he ordered.
"Milord?" Madeline had not realised that in haste, she had used his name. She looked at him with wide eyes. At her word, Calhoun's hand moved down from her waist. His eyes narrowed because of impatience.
"Without the honorifics. Just my name."
"Calhoun…" she whispered his name for him to hear.