It Should Have Been Like This (The Revised Version)

Chapter 50: Midnight wake-up call

The oppressive heat was stifling, weighing heavily on my senses. As I blinked my eyes open, I could feel my pulse pounding in my eardrums, keeping time with the erratic beating of my heart. My limbs felt leaden, and there was a growing pressure in my chest and between my legs, radiating warmth.

Disoriented and groggy from the heat and drowsiness, I blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes, straining to adjust to the sounds around me. The first thing I heard was a low, guttural grunt, followed by a groan and a moan that I belatedly realized was coming from me.

Confused, I shook off the remnants of sleep and focused on the situation. At first, I thought perhaps Rominic was watching pornography, but that seemed unlikely given his strong aversion to such material. His sisters and friends had tried countless times to get him interested, but he had always refused.

As the fog in my mind cleared, I quickly realized that the moans were in fact my own. Someone's hand was caressing my breast, their fingers deftly playing with the sensitive nub between my legs.

My initial reaction was one of sheer panic. My brain seemed to shut down, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. However, the fear didn't have time to fully set in, as I immediately recognized the source of the grunts. The moment I did, a wave of heat and bliss rushed through my body.

Blushing with a mix of anger and arousal, I swung my elbow back, catching Rominic in the stomach. He groaned but refused to let go of me. "Rominic, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed, trying to turn and glare at him. Instead of answering, his hand flew up and clamped over my mouth, silencing my outburst.

"Shh, you don't want to wake up your daughter, do you?" My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Serenity. I glanced to the foot of the bed and saw her sleeping peacefully, her stuffed toy clutched in her arms. Panic and dread warred with the growing heat and electricity coursing through my body as Rominic lavished open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

Despite my so-called genophobia, I found myself unable to resist the euphoric sensations he was eliciting. I told myself I should be trying to stop him, that he was touching me without my consent, but the excuse of not wanting to disturb Serenity's sleep rang hollow. The truth was, my body was betraying me, welcoming his touch and the pleasure it brought.

"Rominic, stop," I whispered, though the words were quickly swallowed by a moan as his fingers thrust into me, instantly curling to stroke my sensitive G-spot. He pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in, once again hitting that blissful spot. My eyes rolled back, and my back arched into him as a shudder of pleasure surged through my body.

Rominic lifted his body slightly, and his lips pressed against mine. I should have cringed or pushed him away, but instead, I welcomed his probing tongue, kissing him back with equal passion. The sensation of his touch after so long brought tears to my eyes, and my chest tightened with a rush of emotions. I knew that feeling well, but I didn't want to dwell on it.

Tears streamed down my face as our tongues danced, making up for lost time. He moved, kneeling over me, our mouths still locked in a heated battle as his fingers continued to dominate my lower region. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and feeling the warmth of his scalp, while the other hand worked to undo the buttons of his shirt.

My lungs burned, demanding air, forcing me to break the kiss and gulp down much-needed breaths. His mouth returned to torturing my throat and sensitive spot as I regained my composure. The moment I caught my breath, his lips were back on mine, determined to swallow every sound I made.

A breathless gasp left my lips as he pressed his member against my opening. I should have stopped him, should have sent him away, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I pulled my mouth from his, panting heavily, my back arching as he thrust inside me in one smooth, deep stroke. My thoughts were in disarray, like I was under the influence of some drug. The pressure from his intrusion was painful, though not as excruciating as when I'd lost my virginity. I felt slight pinches as my body stretched to accommodate him after such a long time.