Chapter 5

[Madelyn]

"Baby?" He soothes, lifting my hand up to his mouth. He presses his lips on the same, soft spot Lucian had kissed me. I feel shivers radiate through my body. Nick smiles down at me, noticing my reaction. He probably thinks he made me feel like this. Now I feel guilty.

Nick pulls me softly up by my hands so that I'm standing up. He pulls me closer to him by my hands and kisses me. I close my eyes to his touch and put my arms around his neck. His hands travel down the fabric of the nightgown I didn't bother to change out of this morning. His hands stop at my ass, moving his thumbs back and forth. I gasp and he takes that as his opportunity to slide in his tongue in my mouth.

Everything is going slowly. I like to take things slow. But Nick is picking up the paste with his tongue. Moving it faster inside my mouth. I try keeping up but he's moving to fast- like he wants this to be over.

Doesn't he feel the same about me? Is he just doing this to shut me up?

He picks me up by my waist and I wrap my legs around his torso. He begins walking and I pull away my mouth from his to catch my breath. My back suddenly hits a soft mattress and I look next to me to se the gray color of our couch. The couch where Lucian and I drank wine together. Why am I thinking about him. I look back up at Nick just to have him smash his lips into my parted ones. I let my eyes close and immediately imagine him. Lucian pops up in my mind as soon as my eyes are shut and I quickly open them.

He pulls away from the French kiss and Nick isn't the one on top of me anymore. His face has been replaced with the man I was just thinking about. The man that isn't my husband. Lucian. I'm staring into Lucian's eyes and he's staring into mine.

"Do you want me to continue, love?" I whimper at the pet name and a deep laugh is released from his lips sending vibrations through my whole body. No- this is so wrong. I can't even tell if I'm imagining this anymore. Maybe this is real. Either way it's wrong.

"N-"

"Fuck you're sexy..." he cuts me off. That sentence is enough for me to know that this is only my imagination. Lucian doesn't use contractions. He speaks fancy, proper English. I shut my eyes hard and open them again to see Nicks face again. I release a short breath. Not knowing if I'm relieved or disappointed.

Nick dips his face to the nape of my neck and leaves a pattern of wet kisses down my bare shoulder. I force out a soft moan and Nick groans.

I put my arms on the hem of his shirt and tug on it. He sits up straight over me, not putting any of his weight on my body. I take of his shirt and bite my lower lip when his abs are in my view. He smirks at my reaction and places his arms on each side of me before leaving a hot kiss on my stomach over the fabric. He keeps kissing down the gown until he's at the very end of it.

I push up my knees but he pushes them back down before grabbing ahold of my panties. He slides them off my legs in one swift motion and then starts to unbuckle his belt. Of course. This is why he kissed me. This is why he is acting all innocent. He wants to have sex with me. He wants to get me pregnant.

I haven't had sex before. Surprise- I'm a virgin. And he wants my first experience to get me pregnant. I don't want that yet. I don't think I shaved- will he care? His belt is off and his pants too. He is only in his boxers, his bulge growing hungrily. I gulp and look up at the ceiling.

It's not like we've never thought about doing it. I know Nick has done it many times. He was a player in high school. I was more of a nerd. So yeah, pretty much the opposite. He wanted to do it since day one but I wanted to take things slow. But mostly because I thought he would leave me the second I gave myself to him. Maybe he will. Maybe he already has-

"Nick..." I say and he groans. "No- Nickolas I'm serious." He groans again and dives down to kiss me. I place my hand in front of his mouth and he stops.

"What?" He kisses my hand and looks at me. "Hm?"

"Are you cheating on me- o-or have you? Ever like though about l-leaving me?" I stutter and look at him. He sighs and pins my hand down to my side.

"I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you." He whispers before kissing my lips. He's trying to shut me up. I push his face of mine.

"Remember that time you said you went for dinner with your-"

"Madelyn!" I flinch at the harshness of his voice. "If anyone should be worried here- it's me! You have never EVER told me you love me and we've been together for three years and married for almost two of them. We've never even had sex!" He almost yells the last part and I'm quiet. I know he's right. But he's also lying. When he gets mad like that...it means he's hiding something, or lying. I fucking knew it.