Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 305: A New Emotion

Their lips met in a tentative brush at first, a soft collision born of Ileana's quiet desperation and Darren's steady resolve.

To be honest, Darren didn't know what to expect. It had been abrupt — this kiss, but he wasn't going to push her back or deprive her of her own display of affection. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Perhaps he, himself, was nervous. Ileana was an exceptionally beautiful girl, tender in her ways and innocent despite her upbringing.

Was that why he was nervous? Or was it something else? If it was something else, what else could that thing be?

Did he actually like Ileana?

Did he have feelings for the girl despite his endearing indifference towards her? Was it because she reminded him of someone, or was it because they were around the same age — just like Penny.

Darren couldn't figure it out then, especially not in the short time between her lips approaching and finally meeting with his.

The first thing he tasted was chlorine. Salt. It was likely from tears, or sweat. Regardless, it stung, catching his senses like a trap and dragging him deeper into youthful, romantic need.

She tasted beautiful. She kissed beautifully. In fact, she was beautiful.

Darren knew that now. He liked Ileana.

She was a surprise, but a welcome one. Out of all the women here, she was the one he least expected to unlock something new within him: a new emotion; affection.

Deep affection.

Maybe he was in his head too much. Perhaps all of this was merely the work of those tender lips of hers. She just wouldn't stop kissing him with them.

She pressed deeper into him, happy with herself for capturing her heart's desire; like a cat gripping a speedy mouse. She was happy.

Her mouth opened slightly under his as she leaned in, her trembling fingers still clutching his wrist.

She squeezed, and even though Darren felt a sting of pain against his vein, he ignored it and took in her kiss like a willing tribute.

He liked it. Hell, he liked it very much.

It was the best kiss he'd ever had. On second thought, to avoid offending the other kisses he couldn't recall at that moment, it was one of the best kisses he'd ever had.

Darren cupped her face with one hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, deepening the kiss with a gentleness that surprised even him.

With Rachel, Kara and then, unfortunately, with Harper Bell, Darren had been dominant.

He didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way.

But with Ileana, something was… different. He never even attempted to be dominant, he just followed. He wasn't submissive either. They were simply just together.

When he pressed into her with his lips, she responded with a small whimper, her body pressing even closer rather than retreating.

They felt each other over, skin to skin, immaculate and tender.

The towel slipped from Ileana's shoulders, revealing the pale expanse of her skin, still damp from the pool.

Her long, dark hair fell forward, curtaining them in a private world, and she kissed him harder, her insecurity melting into a raw hunger she had buried for months.

Ileana didn't even know what she was doing. She wasn't inexperienced, she'd done this before. But not like this.

With Darren, there wasn't that block in their throat, that tension in her muscles, that voice in her head. With Darren, it was just silence.

It was just her and him.

It was all she'd ever wanted. Then again, she didn't even know what she wanted before now. She just knew that she wanted him.

Whatever way he wanted her, she would have been fine with it.

This… this was a dream she was having and living for the first time — at the same time.

She was realizing all she wanted, and experiencing it too.

Darren Steele. Her boss. Kissing her. Holding her.

Finally.

Hopefully, he would fuck her too.

Even though she loved his lips, her desperate mind just wanted him to fuck her.

Ileana broke the kiss for a breath, her eyes searching his with a mix of fear and longing. "Darren... I want this. I want you," she whispered, her voice hoarse yet still beautiful.

She had almost not found her voice before she said that. Her heart was beating, and her anticipation for this — for him — was getting the better of her.

She was so unsure of herself that when she said it, she wondered if she was being pushy or impatient. She didn't want to turn him off.

However, time proved that there was nothing to worry about.

Darren's face didn't look turned off or displeased at all. In fact, he was willing, just as she was.

So, now certain of herself, she tugged his wrist gently, pulling him toward the bed with a determination that belied her vulnerability.

Darren followed, his free hand sliding to her waist, feeling the slender curve there, the way her body yielded yet held a quiet strength.

Her paleness looked so beautiful. He chuckled in his mind when he thought about calling her Snow White. He wasn't sure whether she would like that.

She would.

But he didn't say.

Ileana backed up until her legs hit the edge of the velvet-covered bed, then sat down, drawing him with her.

Then she said something that caught him off guard.

"Please... show me how to thank you properly."

Her words carried the weight of her past — the Triad's abuse had left her guarded but still vulnerable.

She had lived a life of forced intimacy, but she wasn't completely terrified of it. Ever since Darren took her in, all she's wanted was intimacy.

But only with him. Only with Darren.

Which was there, in her room, finally alone with the man of her dreams, she cracked open, letting a man in after months of isolation.

She never let any American man touch her, despite many advances.

Darren would be her first and only American.

He sat beside her, his gaze steady on hers. "Are you sure, Ileana? We don't have to rush this."

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her neck, feeling her pulse race.

But she shook her head, her hands moving to his chest, tracing the lines of his abs, still wet from the pool. "I need to. I've wanted you for so long... to please you, to make you see me."

Darren narrowed his eyes like he was trying to study her. "I told you already. I do see you."

She tightened her lips. "Not as much as I want you to. Let me… please…"

Her insecurity surfaced in her words, a plea laced with the fear that she wasn't enough, that her scarred past made her unworthy.

Darren didn't want her to feel that way. He also didn't want it to be instantly obvious that he was having a deep feeling for her. That he liked her.

He thought if that mattered to Ileana as much, or if she was just happy to have her desires met. She seemed really happy though. Really into it too.

Darren had never seen so much affection, desire and lust in a woman's eyes.

She leaned in again, kissing his jaw, then his neck, her lips tentative but eager, her body arching toward him.

Darren groaned softly, his hands sliding down her arms, but he pulled back slightly. "Slow down, okay? Let me guide you. We'll take our time."

She nodded.

Okay, maybe he was going to be dominant after all.