The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

 Chapter 36

Angelica

"You okay?" He comes to me in pensive steps and examines my hand like a document he is supposed to sign. For the next fifteen minutes he lectures me on how careless I was on my steps and the off shoots of my over clumsiness. His hands then wrap around my shoulders, legs and before I realize I was being carried to the bedroom. "Martha" he calls and within a fraction of a second the first aid kit was in front of us.

I looked at the colossal size of the white box and made a soft gasp. What the fuck! Inside were a lot of medical units which included ointments, gauze, antiseptic lotions, some pain medications and even syringes. Sweet heavens! Now what is he going to do with them? No syringes please. I murmur under my breath.

As though reading my mind he answers me. "If you don't listen to me and care for the wound, I wouldn't think twice to administer a syringe upon you." He acknowledges with no trace of blague to get on a recount of his past. Thank heavens! At least he left the topic. "When I was young, I took a nursing couse. I wished to be a doctor and serve the sick and down trodden but you know destiny has its unique way to play with you." A flash of disappointment was clearly found in his voice.
 

I put my free hand on his shoulder in an attempt to ease him off the affliction and he gives me a smile that reflected a pang of defeat. Laying back his attention on my bruise he tells me examining it. "This will take some time to get healed."
 

"It is just a scratch on my finger." I whine like a kid getting irritated by his possessiveness. But he pays a deaf ear to my cry. Taking a small ball of cotton with dettol he dabs it on my wound. I hiss in pain spontaneous to hold the collar of his shirt in a fist with my other hand. He stills for a second and then continues to clean the bruise with the antiseptic.
 

After the pain eased my hand slowly releases his shirt from the silent torture and descends to his firm chest. The feeling of fear and pain was suddenly replaced with an unquenched coital affliction. Running my hands on his well defined chest I sense the brittleness of his bushy mane beneath the soft fabric of his super fine dress shirt.

Reading my mind he answered me still treating my injury. "You know, you can explore me as much as you want. I am all yours but first let me treat your wound." My cheeks go red in a blush and look at the enormous wrap now covering my bruised finger. A smile tugs my lips as my thoughts maneuver to something else.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks me getting curious. "You are making a mountain out of a mole." I point to my finger with my eyes and shake my head. "I wonder what you would do when I endure pregnancy pains and deliver our first baby." I answer his question blushing crimson red and cover my face with my palms unable to control the titters pouring out of my lips.

He captures me in a still moment and kisses me like a hungry lion tackling me to the bed. Between his sedulous kisses he mutters. "Baby I am so happy to hear those beautiful words from you. I almost lost the hope of our future together after every thing that happened between us. But I am excited now, that you reignited it." He tells me with so much emotion as his eyes shine a trace of wetness in happiness.

I replicate his smile and kiss him. There was no looking back and I am now determined about it. His tongue invades my mouth thrusting deeply inside. I felt myself quivering, melting and yielding beneath the silent demands of his kiss. His kiss was a seduction, a passion and a possession of breath taking magnitude. He drew me closer and slid his hands shaping the curve of my waist and cupping the soft boundaries of my hips.

I was trembling helplessly from head to toe incapable of controlling and concealing my physical reaction to his touch. I was in an insanely wanton drive of pressing myself closer to him and press my lips against his. I dive my fingertips through the soft darkness of his body hair to lick his bushes with little strokes and kisses on his exposed chest.

My pulse was throbbing begging me to feel him inside me for a release. My body betrayed me and held out resisting my pleas as my hands slide up towards his shoulders, over his back and feel the hard muscles of male power to his sexy narrow waist. Augustus cupped my hands in his and pulled me possessively to his chest. My nipples stiffen in an overjoyed response to his hold. I want to feel and enjoy everything of him that was filled with hot blooded eagerness and desire. He thrust his tongue deep into my throat sensually sucking on my rims and biting passionately.

"Angel" his deep voice with guttural note of male arousal shook my insides that made me realize he had always been the one in control, so loving, caring and protective. He was like a shadow that stood behind me and brought me out of troubled waters every time when I required help. I was a crazy immature stupid chic who mistook his affection for me. I made falsified allegations upon him. "Augustus I am sorry." I cry holding him." I misbehaved with you. I projected you wrongly for every help you did to me." He put his finger on my lips. "Shh, don't cry." His voice sounded extremely sensual and so....virile. "It is okay. I wasn't an approachable person too. On the contrary I had always been reticent to express my fondness for you." He embraces and smooches me in torrid heat.

My heart beat started to race as he teased me with hot biting kisses allowing me to taste the musky male heat of his mouth. I knelt, dipped my head down and ran my hand to feel the length of his manhood. He was unable to hold back and let a moan of anguished pleasure. "Angel touch me please....Undress me...Unfasten the belt..." His voice goes muffled as I start to unzip the zipper of his pants.

His chest was expanding rapidly as he drew in a deep breath of air and raised his hands to slide his fingers into my hair and urge me more into his body so that I could kiss him better, suck the hot male flesh that is now exposed. "Oh God Angel please don't stop." He urges me in a slush voice as I help him to reach the euphoria of exploring his sexuality. I wait until he starts to relax and he pulls me up. "There is only one way to make you realize what you have done to me and that is to give you the taste of your own medicine." He teases me pecking my lips.