Chary To Ballsy

31. Temptations

Caesar's pov

I wanted to soak my soul in her mind, feel the vortex of her inner needs and desires, listen to the rhythmic sound of her joys and sorrows, and tiptoe on the matrix of her dreams and longings.

I wouldn't believe the depth in her heart until the day I felt her essence, but in a strange way, I felt like I knew her inner needs and desires last night.

She was beautifully mysterious, more like a puzzle. But I was ready to resolve its every piece even if I was going to get trapped in its mystery.

Maybe she wasn't a puzzle at all, I just needed time to understand her more and I think I was starting to.

She slept too peacefully on my bed it almost made me envious at how soundly she slept without a care in the world. But that was not it, it was the smile that slowly formed on her lips as she slept. It's how that smile created chaos in my heart and how it messed up my mind. But it was also the same thing, which every time silenced the storms and calmed down every demon inside me which always tried to tear me apart.

She was an angel entirely.

It's at that moment I wanted to claim her, make her mine in every way possible.

The few rays of sun that streaked from my window kissed the skin of her face making her glow, her chocolate hair was sticking out in all directions and her lips were all inviting. She was totally irresistible. She was an art. I wanted to paint her into my dark soul. But in a way, she had managed to crawl into my mind and engrave herself in it.

She always occupied my thoughts almost all the time and that was okay. What wasn't okay was the way I was starting to feel like I was going insane. Like I couldn't help but think wildly about her, maybe how she might look when she stood in front of me totally naked. How that mouth of hers would...

Enough Caesar!

When did I become such an ass? I never cared before. No girl ever attracted me. I just used them for my pleasure.

I was whipped. I've never wanted to claim anything mine the way I wanted to claim her. The thought of another man having all the privilege of waking up to the sight of her, beautifully sprawled on his bed killed me in a thousand and more ways.

I was being creepy watching her but it made me feel alive.

Slowly my fingers found their way towards her face and I slowly trailed them over her cheeks and finally I trailed my thumb along her lower lip.

Temptations.

My boner was evident and it prominently traced by sweatpants. She always gave me a boner, even when she looked at me so innocently. It's her innocent nature that made me more agitated and possessive all at once.

When she told me last night that she went to see Mrs Johnsons, I couldn't help but revel at the fact that there are men who looked at her the same way I do. How many men talked to her? There was the one who took her there by the taxi, the soldiers, the prisoners, servants working there, ughhhhhhh...the thought was revolting.

But her innocent eyes calmed me down. She was too clean for this world.

As my thumb kept rubbing her lip, I found my junior straining more in my pants and a low groan escaped my lips.

I slowly inclined my head towards her and gave her a soft peck on the lips before pulling away.

It was tempting.

I leaned back and sucked on her lower lip shortly and when I was about to pull away, she started kissing me back.

The freaking morning surprise!