Chapter 430 Pleasure
Mindy was dealing with her period, which made her feel crappy and slowed her down. Louis had to look after her and keep me safe at the same time, and he was sweating bullets from the effort.
I couldn't think about anything else; my mind was glued to that tightly shut door.
I had never felt so clear-headed in my life!
As long as Brad was safe, nothing else mattered. From today on, I'd live only for the people I cared about, and everything else could go to hell.
I finally got to the door of Crystal Haven Retreat. Remembering the previous times my knocks had been ignored, I reached out and tried to push it open.
To my surprise, the door slowly creaked open.
The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing inside, let alone tell if Brad was there.
Could this be a trap?
I pushed the door open a bit more and stepped inside, only to hear heavy breathing.
Before I could decide whether to go in or bolt, a strong force yanked me inside, and I was pulled into a scorching embrace.
I caught Brad's familiar scent, and my heart finally relaxed.
I had imagined the room would be like those scenes on TV where Brad would be held by bodyguards, or Jenny would be lounging in a fancy chair, sipping wine, forcing Brad to choose between death and making love to her.
But those were just my wild fantasies.
There was only one person in the room, and it was Brad.
I didn't need to turn on the light or see his face; just the familiar embrace and scent told me it was the Brad I had been longing for.
There was no time for greetings or turning on the light. Brad held me tight and kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless.
"Baby, you're here. Why did you take so long? I've been waiting forever. I missed you so much, baby. I need you, okay? Baby, I'm in so much pain. Touch me, see if it's real. Jenny gave me something bad to drink, and I escaped. Help me, make love to me, baby."
Hearing Brad's voice, my anxiety finally subsided, but I couldn't stop crying.
Jenny had indeed used dirty tricks to force Brad.
The room was dark, and the curtains blocked out all light, making it impossible to see anything. I couldn't see Brad's face, but I could feel his suppressed pain. Sweat had soaked his shirt, and his forehead and neck were drenched.
Brad's breathing grew more intense, his tall body enveloping me, rubbing against me. The usually composed Brad kept pleading, his drug-controlled body seemingly on the verge of collapse.
Despite this, Brad still held onto his last bit of sanity, seeking my consent. No matter how much he suffered, he didn't want to force me.
He always respected me.
How could Brad be so good to me!
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else.
After all, I had decided to be with him for the rest of my life!
Besides, in this situation, Brad clearly couldn't hold back anymore.
"I'm willing, Brad, I'm willing."
Before I finished speaking, his arms tightened around me, and I was lifted off the ground. When the dizziness passed, I found myself thrown onto a soft bed. Brad's hot body immediately covered me completely.
Brad's kisses turned dominant and fierce, his trembling fingers brushing over every inch of my skin, making me shiver just like him, sharing a unique pleasure.
I passively endured Brad's advances, willingly becoming his antidote.
When the real contact came, a sharp pain shot through me, and Brad's deep kiss perfectly stifled my scream.
In my lover's embrace, I rose and fell, and after the pain came the ultimate pleasure.
I stretched out, repeatedly being pushed to the edge of the bed by Brad, only to be roughly pulled back and pinned down again. The perfect rhythm of lovemaking opened every pore on my body, absorbing our mixed scent.
I kept fainting and waking up throughout the whole night.
At first, I remembered to send a message to Louis and Mindy outside, telling them to go back because I had found Brad.
But before I could say anything, Brad's actions overwhelmed my senses, leaving me unable to think clearly.
Before I fainted for the last time, a question lingered in my mind: Was this really Brad's first time? His ferocity, stamina, and varied positions didn't seem like something a first-timer could manage.
In my understanding, the first time should be like mine, clueless about the next step or what to do. At least, there should be a process of mutual exploration.
A long time later, I asked Brad about this. That day marked the hundredth day since we truly made love for the first time.
To celebrate, we spent the day eating, drinking, and having fun. When we got home that night, without even taking a shower, Brad threw me onto the bed and we made love.
Brad propped his head with his hand, gazing at me with a smile, "You don't know, baby? Men are natural geniuses at making love. I just knew how to do it. So, are you satisfied with my lovemaking skills?"
I grabbed his wandering hand and thought, 'Brad really is a genius, incredibly amazing.'
Drowsily, Brad carried me into the bathroom for a shower, then carried me back to the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around me and covered us with a jasmine-scented blanket.
The sun had already risen, but I lacked both the energy and the desire to appreciate it.
I was utterly drained, unable to move a muscle, lying obediently in Brad's arms. The tenderness of our naked embrace was even more comforting than the act of making love itself.
"You were so rough, it hurt," I mumbled, struggling to stay conscious.
I didn't know what kind of drug Jenny had used to drive Brad to such madness.
Brad kissed my lips softly, followed by a low, seductive laugh, "Baby, you're finally completely mine. I'm so happy, so content, and so comfortable. Thank you."
Brad's kiss, tender and feather-light, brushed my rounded shoulder with loving affection.
The consequences of our wild night of lovemaking had arrived.
I was sleep-deprived, my eyes dry and uncomfortable, and every part of my body ached. I wanted to change positions but found I had no strength left.
Fortunately, I felt clean, which made me feel a bit better.
"Jerk, you were so rough," I bit my lip, trying to endure the soreness as I attempted to move.
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