The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Peach [E]

Over the past two months, Adrian had dreamed of Christine several times.

Perhaps it had something to do with his abstinence – though he hadn’t consciously chosen to abstain because of Christine. It was just that whenever desire stirred, her face would appear in his mind, making every other woman seem utterly uninteresting.

In almost all his dreams, he was taking her.

In his car, his office, the rooms of his house, the bathroom… The woman would moan and cry beneath him, her wet eyes reflecting a mix of confused pleasure and guilty pain.

But there was one time when he dreamed of Christine with Ethan. They were in the family garden, Christine crouching by the flower bed, looking up and saying something to Ethan. His brother was leaning down, his lips curving into a smile at her words, his shoulders shaking with happy laughter.

Adrain had witnessed this scene once through his car window during a visit home.

It was spring then, when Ethan was still healthy, and his relationship with Christine was nothing like it is now. Objectively speaking, it wasn’t a particularly remarkable scene, yet it appeared in his dreams with startling clarity and depth.

Even after waking, he could still see the woman’s smile – both vivid and hazy in his memory.

That old psychiatrist had declared with certainty that he was in love with Christine.

Adrian didn’t think so.

Sure, she was attractive and had a body worth craving, but it was only because she was his brother’s wife that fucking her felt more intense, more arousing – nothing more than that.

He had never loved any woman before, and he never would.

Adrian stared intently at the naked woman kneeling beside him, lost in his thoughts.

Christine couldn’t read Adrian’s mind, but his dark gaze made her skin crawl with goosebumps.

Feeling cold and exposed, she instinctively reached back for a blanket, but Adrian caught her chin.

He forced her to meet his eyes, and then his deep voice slipped into her ear: “Have you dreamed of me?”

Christine froze for a moment before reluctantly whispering, “… Yes.”

He wouldn’t let her off so easily: “What did you dream about?”

Christine turned away, biting her lip, unwilling to answer – those wild dreams weren’t something she could voice here. She wanted to ask why he was asking this, but opened and closed her mouth awkwardly.

Her hesitant silence seemed to give Adrian exactly the answer he wanted. His grip on her chin softened, and an almost invisible smile played at his lips.

He must be drunk.

Christine sensed something strange about this moment – instead of their usual straightforward transaction, him adorning her with jewelry and asking about her dreams felt more like… flirting.

She tried to pull back instinctively, but he grabbed her neck and pulled her close. Adrian leaned against the headboard, patted his thigh, signaling her to sit on his lap.

Christine swallowed hard, her core quivering in the cool air as she spread her legs. Adrian’s robe was loose but covered him below. She gently sat on his strong thighs, deliberately avoiding contact with his manhood.

Unsatisfied with her position, Adrian gripped her waist, pulling her forward. She had clearly groomed herself, her entrance smooth and delicate, revealing pink flesh within, pressing against his hardness through the robe.

He was only half-hard, but already burning hot. Through the rough fabric, Christine felt him growing harder and hotter against her center, occasionally twitching upward between her thighs.

Adrian gripped her waist, slowly grinding her against his hardness.

The woman on top of him was light, barely any weight at all, the soft flesh of her waist spilling between his fingers like cotton.

With each movement, the expensive Paraiba tourmaline bounced against her chest, casting mysterious gleams. The jewel’s scattered light played across her skin: from her gently bouncing breasts to her shy face and trembling black hair.

Christine’s lips parted as she took small, shaky breaths.

The friction was torturous, soon bringing forth a secret wetness.

That’s when Adrian caught that faint sweet scent again. The same sweetness that had been teasing his nose all evening.

One hand held her full waist while the other traveled upward, kneading her breasts and throat before his burning fingertips came to rest on her lips.

Her white teeth caught her rosy lip, and with each breath she released that peach-sweet fragrance.

White peach, to be exact.

Pregnancy had subtly changed Christine’s tastes.

She’d never been one for sweets before, but these past two months, she’d developed a fondness for white peach candies, buying packets every time she went to the supermarket. When she mentioned it to Ethan, he had the housekeeper buy two whole boxes, keeping them in the living room so she could have them whenever she wanted.

Adrain suddenly pulled her closer. Since she was perched on his lap, she sat higher than him. He gripped her chin, making her look down at him.

He must be drunk. Their faces were close now as he studied her, his gaze fixed on her parted lips.

The sweet scent grew stronger – he leaned in and planted a gentle touch on Christine’s lips, mere inches away.

Sweet and soft.

Christine froze, her eyes flying wide open in disbelief. When their lips met, she could hear her own heart pounding frantically.

She wasn’t sure if Adrian knew what he was doing – was he really kissing her? But it felt more like a light brush than a kiss. His cool lips pressed against hers for two seconds, maybe just one, then vanished.

There was no reason for him to kiss her, and she should have pulled away… but she didn’t dare anger him, not on his birthday.

How much had Adrian been drinking?

He released her, his reddened eyes studying her intently. Just as Christine was starting to think she’d imagined the kiss, he grabbed her neck with one hand and gripped the back of her head with the other, his grip terrifyingly strong, holding her firmly against him. Then he tilted his head up and captured her lips.

The next moment, his kiss crashed over her like a storm.

His tongue forced its way past her unprepared lips, tangling with hers as he sucked and bit, like a wild animal devouring every inch of her mouth.

Christine whimpered into the kiss, struggling to breathe, instinctively letting out soft, muffled moans.

He ignored her resistance completely, his mouth moving against hers at different angles, as if trying to devour her lips entirely. His tongue pushed deeper, claiming every bit of air in her mouth. His grip on her chin forced her head to turn left and right, accommodating his aggressive invasion from every angle.

Soon, their shared saliva trickled down the corners of their mouths, wetting Christine’s chin.

The room filled with nothing but the sounds of intense sucking and tongues tangling, punctuated by the man’s deep, sensual breathing between kisses.

The white peach fragrance overwhelmed everything.

As his passionate, fierce kissing continued, Christine felt electric sensations shoot up her spine. Still seated on his lap, her core grew wetter as his tongue ravaged her mouth, waves of pleasure flowing from her lower back to her belly and down to her entrance.

Her wetness pressed against his hardness, and during their intense kiss, his robe had come loose. His bare length now pressed against her entrance. Adrian was fully hard now, his burning rod hitting against her wet core and belly. Despite his obvious arousal, he didn’t enter her, instead rubbing his tip against her entrance with powerful strokes.

Christine was completely soaked, her wetness flooding between her thighs.

She lost track of how long he kissed her. Through her pleasure-addled mind, she only registered when Adrian pulled back slightly, a glistening strand of saliva connecting their lips. He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes – she couldn’t tell if he was drunk or completely sober.

The next moment, his fierce kiss descended again.

Christine didn’t know.

It was Adrian’s first kiss.