Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 147 I Want More

Nathan found a secret spot shortly after and parked the car. He stood three meters away, guarding the

vehicle.

He instructed the guards to park their cars even further away.

Inside the car, it was already a battle field.

Carla was in such a rush that she didn't even give Terence the chance to gain the upper hand. She

unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and ripped it apart exposing his hard abs.

She couldn't wait anymore. For the past several months, everything that she had ever felt and wanted

to do with Terence, but kept suppressed inside of her had just been heightened to the brink of boiling

point thanks to the drug.

Now Carla was nearly aggressive with her passion and longing, like a dominant queen wanting to be in

charge.

"Carla, let's change positions,"

Terence said in a husky voice. He grabbed her waist and wanted to put her beneath him.

"Don't move!"

Carla pushed him back.

Outside, under the street lamp

Nathan frowned. He could make out what was going on since he wasn't standing that far away from the

vehicle.

Although he couldn't hear what was going on, he was surprised that Terence wasn't taking control

because he could clearly see who was on top.

It seemed

to Nathan a bit of a failure for a man's first time that a woman was taking charge.

The windows began to fog up from all the heavy breathing that was going on inside and the vehicle

began to rock.

"Terence, are you okay?" she asked breathlessly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I want more..." moaned Carla.

As Terence's self-esteem as a man was trodden on, he smiled wryly in silence. He flipped Carla over

pressing her beneath him and

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Terence moved his hips as though he had done this many times before. Natural instinct had kicked in

and raw passion had driven him.

As the night grew darker, what was happening inside the vehicle seemed like fireworks blossoming

against the dark night sky, enticing yet dangerous.

When Carla had finally woken up the next day it was late morning and the sun was already high up in

the sky.

She looked around the room and found that she was in Terence's Seaview Villa, in his bed to be more

precise.

Carla also found herself to be dressed in a clean pajama. Her body was clean and she could even

smell a lovely fragrance on her.

Carla closed her eyes and

got a flashback of what had happened the night before. It was a living nightmare.

Although it all seemed surreal now, Carla knew that it all happened. She could see everything crystal

clear in her mind.

Narrowly escaping from death and then having passionate sex with Terence, her savior, in the vehicle.

They seemed to have managed to do all the important things in one day, just like a romantic action

movie.

"You're awake," said Terence.

He strolled in and pulled the curtains apart. Bright sunlight poured into the room, filling it with a fresh

glow and sweeping away the gloominess.

Then Terence went to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist

bringing her closer to him. Terence showered her in kisses, starting with her forehead, then her brows,

her eyelids, the tip of her little nose and saving the best till last, her lips.

"Are you feeling better? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me," said Terence in an exceptionally

charming voice. Then he gave her a cheeky wry smile that lit up his handsome face.

Yesterday might have been a blessing in disguise. Not only did Carla narrowly escaped from death,

but, if it wasn't for the whole kidnapping and drugging situation, they wouldn't have unlocked the happy

and content sex life that they would surely be enjoying.

It seemed that Cupid had shot his arrow and got a bulls-eye.

Carla frowned when she moved. "I'm a bit sore down there and my stomach muscles hurt. My legs and

my arms hurt, but especially—

my stomach muscles."

'Why were the muscles in my stomach hurting?'

Terence laughed out loud and handed her a glass of water that was on the table. "Of course your

stomach muscles hurt. You rode me like a pony."

Terence wondered if it was always going to be like that.

The time they had both lost their virginity, Carla took the lead and was on top. Terence was afraid that

she may try to dominate him for the rest of their lives in love making.

Nevertheless, he liked watching Carla ride him.

Carla remembered everything that happened in the vehicle last night. She was under the influence of

the drug and couldn't control herself. The desperation to find release was too overwhelming and gave

her more strength than she normally had.

Now that she finally had sex with Terence, she strangely didn't feel shy anymore.

Carla took a big gulp of the water and licked her lips, saying, "I want more."

Terence raised an eyebrow and took it as a flirtatious invitation. He smiled salaciously at her.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you no matter how many times you want it."

Then, he put her glass down and pushed her back onto the bed and pressed her under his body. He

leaned down trying to kiss her.

Those three words were etched into his heart from last night. Whenever he would hear her utter them,

it turned him on more than any drug could possibly do.

But Carla pushed him back. Her drowsy eyes stared at him. "What are you doing? I mean, I'm thirsty. I

want more water."

Last night's events had exhausted her and she fell asleep early. When she woke, her mouth was as dry

as a desert, so one glass of water was not enough.

What was Terence thinking?

Terence's dark eyes sparkled and he laughed, "Last night, you said those three words many times over.

Naturally, I thought that's what you meant now."

'Many times?' Carla was confused.

She didn't remember at all.

Puzzled, she rubbed her head. Maybe she had a memory lapse because of the drug or the vigorous

activity last night.

Terence got up and poured her another glass of water. "Slow down. Tell me if you want more."

Carla took the glass and drank half of it. Her thirst had finally been quenched. She then asked, "About

yesterday, what happened afterward? Did they catch the gunmen?"

Terence dabbed at her mouth with a tissue as he replied, "The two that held you hostage on the rooftop

were killed instantly. They caught one in the underground garage trying to blow the wall up to make an

escape. But the other one managed to escape through the sewer. The police were in hot pursuit, and

he will be caught by tonight."

Carla frowned confused. "How did he get caught? Couldn't he escape through the hole in the wall of

the underground garage when he blew it up? Did the man with a beard get caught? I don't understand."

Terence got up to get a clean wet towel and wiped her hands carefully and continued, "When it came to

a life or death situation in the end, it was every man for himself. The brotherhood that they all thought

they had didn't matter anymore.

The boss sent the bearded guy, who was the dumbest one, to the underground garage to make an exit

by setting up an explosion. Little did he know that the boss only used him as a decoy. He meant to use

him as a distraction only. That way the boss could make an escape for himself."

Carla was astonished at how ruthless and calculating the boss was. She grabbed Terence's hand and

asked, "So why didn't the bearded one manage to escape as well when he exploded the underground

garage wall?" asked Carla.

"There was no chance of that happening. The building hadn't been finished yet. There was no exit. It

was just a lie that the boss had made up. He didn't even put a crack in the wall. Even if he did manage

to detonate all of the explosives, there would still be no chance of an escape. It was a thick rock-solid

wall,"

explained Terence patiently.

Yesterday when Carla's life was left hanging in the balance, he expected her to make a scene and

break up with him once she had regained consciousness. Especially since what she had been through

was practically all his fault.

Even before he entered the room, Terence was already wondering how he would begin to apologize to

her and ask for her forgiveness.

But seeing her now, all of his worries were gone. The scene that he was expecting, never eventuated.

"Carla, if you feel anger inside yourself, don't hold it in. Take it out on me. I deserve it all," said Terence

sincerely as he gazed at her with his beautiful dark eyes. He gently caressed her cheek. "You can do

whatever you feel that you need to do."

Carla looked up at him and lifted her eyebrows mischievously. With sparkling eyes she said, "All right,

do you promise?"