Chapter 34

MADDIE

I was woken up by feeling something warm wrapped around my body. At first, I thought it was caused by the blanket, but soon I realized that it was because of the strong pair of arms wrapped around my body.

Hades has completely crossed the line I created before I fell asleep. I looked outside the glass wall and noticed that there's no light peeking across the sheet. To confirm my suspicion, I looked at the clock sitting on top of the bedside table. Just like I suspected, it's only two in the morning.

I held my breath when I felt his hand move. My throat felt dry once his hand cupped my br3ast. I tried to turn my back to check if he was sleeping, but I couldn't do so without turning my body around. If I do that, he will surely wake up. It seems like he has been sleeping soundly. I felt guilty for disturbing his sleep, so I decided to let it slide.

I gently removed his hand, cupping my br3ast. Once I successfully did, I forced myself to go back to sleep. But the warmth of his body against my back was making it hard for me to do so. I was laying there for a good amount of time, hoping that I could finally go back to sleep. But I didn't.

I was startled when he suddenly groans behind me. "Hmmm..." he makes the sound as his tightening around me. What surprises me even more is when his hand finds its way back to my br3ast.

I was starting to suspect that he wasn't really asleep.

And if he's not? A small voice popped into my head. Suddenly, I was frozen. I don't know exactly what to do. To make the situation worse, I felt his hand slowly start massaging my br3ast. Now, I know for sure that he wasn't sleeping.

However, I find it hard to find the courage to stop him. Especially when his touch ignites the fire within. My body started to feel hot and bothered. I'm also starting to feel the moisture in between my legs.

I know I should stop him. But my body feels like it has a mind of its own. I was clearly enjoying his touch that I didn't want him to stop.

I held my breath when his hand started moving down my belly until it reached the edge of my boxer brief that I borrowed from him. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, so he will clearly find whatever he was looking for down there.

As his hand hovered just above the waistband of the boxers, time seemed to slow. Every nerve in my body was on edge, attuned to his every movement. I could feel his breath warm against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the urge to stop this and the overwhelming need for more.

When his fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric, my breath hitched, and a soft gasp escaped my lips. I felt his touch, gentle yet possessive, as he explored the sensitive skin beneath. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to regain control, but my body refused to listen.

The air in the room felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations flooding my senses as he continued to play with my cl1t. I was holding back not to make any sound as hard as I could. I was biting my lower lip so hard to stop myself from moaning.

He kept his focus on me, his touch deliberate and insistent. His fingers traced gentle patterns on the delicate skin of my center, sending shivers through me with every light caress. When he finally slipped his finger inside me, the sensation was electric, and I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

He started slowly, allowing me to adjust to the new feeling. His movements were measured at first, but as he grew more confident, his pace quickened. The steady rhythm of his thrusts began to build an intoxicating pleasure that I couldn't ignore.

With each deliberate stroke, he deepened the sensation, exploring every part of me with a meticulous and practiced touch. He continued to please me. It didn't take long before I started feeling the sweet tingling sensation building on top of my belly. I know for sure that I'm almost at my peak. His fingers started moving fast, and just when I was about to reach my cl1max, he withdrawn his fingers.

I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t forget that I was pretending to be asleep. I focused on evening out my breathing, trying to keep my movements as still as possible. Despite my efforts, I could feel his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“How long are you going to pretend that you’re asleep?” He whispered, his voice low and teasing.

My face turned bright red with embarrassment. I couldn’t maintain the pretense any longer. I whipped around to face him, my eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “You’re awake!” I shot back, my voice sharp with accusation.

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction. "I could say the same," he said with a lazy grin. He shifted closer, his eyes glinting with mischief in the dim light. "You weren't actually sleeping, are you?"

I struggled to maintain my composure, my cheeks still burning. “I was! If you just keep your hands to yourself, I wouldn't be awake,” I said, my voice laced with annoyance and flustered embarrassment.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze steady on mine. “But you are, and you didn't do anything to stop me,” he said, his tone more serious now but still carrying that underlying amusement.

His words made my heart race—a confusing blend of emotions swirling inside me. I tried to pull away, but his presence was magnetic, drawing me closer despite my best efforts. “Stop it. This isn’t a game,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, his expression softening. “But we both know that there’s more to this than just playing by the rules.”

I looked at him, struggling to find the right words. “Maybe you’re right,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m trying to stick to our agreement.”

He reached out, his hand gently brushing against my arm. “We both know agreements can be flexible,” he said, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Especially when it comes to matters of desire.”

"My answer is still no," I firmly replied.

"Are you sure?" he asked, teasing while before sucking his finger that was once inside me a few moments ago.

I throw the pillow on his face. "Just go to sleep!" I uttered. "And please, keep your hands to yourself," I reminded him as I rearrange the pillow between us once again.

"Are you really sure about that?" he smirked.

I don't trust him or myself. So, I think it's better if we don't share a bed. "You know what? You can have your bed. I'd be sleeping on the couch," I said before I grabbed some pillows and pulled the blanket for me to use.

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