World after Worlds: Brightest Star

CHAPTER 80

"Rym, why don't I get tired of staring at you? The funny thing is, even if we're this close, even if I'm looking at you like this, I feel like I'm still missing you ... like crazy... "Alyx uttered sincerely, peering straight into her soul, "I miss you Rym..."

Yanarym's eyes gleamed as she felt her chest pumping with her heart racing. She felt breathless and lost... her brows quickly creased with the weirdness of her body. Adrenaline reaction?

"I like you Rym," he whispered and caressed her cheek as he instilled his eyes on her.

"I hate you Rym," his hand went up to her eyebrow and he trailed it several times with his thumb as if ruffling the thin hair of her eyebrow,

"I want you Rym," his fingers touched her nose and lightly pinched it. He smiled and tilted his head to kiss the top of her nose.

"Rym, I need you," her eyes closed as she felt his hand travel through her eyelids. He did gentle strokes on her lashes and bestowed kisses to where his fingers would touch.

Yanarym parted her lips to breathe, "I am in love with you, Rym. I love you."

He whispered to her lips as his fingers were still in her eyes. She wanted to open her eyes and see his facial expression yet the way he conveyed his confession was enough for her to feel how immersed he was. She gasped with the overwhelming tension in her body, she felt restless but she couldn't move a muscle.

His nose would touch hers, as his lips would brush on her. But he wasn't kissing her, she felt that he's just staring at her, at this close distance. She couldn't breathe...

"Alyx." She called his name voicelessly, it touched his lips, she breathed in his mint breath as she gasped for air. His hand caressed her cheeks as his lips contacted her lips. It wasn't the usual kiss she experienced, it was not sensual or anything erotic. It was a heart-melting, mind-blanking kiss.

Alyx opened her mouth and gently caressed her lips, he would nibble them and lash them between his lips, sometimes he would wet them with his tongue. He put his right hand behind her head trying to lift it so that he could push her face closer to him.

He would give her seconds to catch her breathing, yet, each rest he allowed her, he was getting thirsty and thirstier. He went through every corner of her lips and swallowed her saliva. Several times he changed the tilt of his head to find the right angle but he could not be satisfied with one position.

When he was no longer satisfied with her lips, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and then bit her lower lip and let go. Yanarym did not realize that Alyx had pulled her to sit down. One of his hands was still behind her head while one hand was below her jaw as he lifted her face.

He was engrossed in savoring her, the way he caressed her mouth through kissing there was a certain emotion she couldn't name. As their kissing deepened and deepened, he was no longer patient nor giving, he would force his tongue on her teeth and would lock their lips to suck her.

Every time he would let her breathe they would meet each other. And his affectionate stare was overwhelmed by the lustful gaze, his eyes gawking at her lips and body.

When he was about to kiss her again, she evaded his lips and pushed his chest. Catching her breath and clearing her mind. Yet, the rejection she did only ignites Alyx's surging emotion.

He pushed her down on the mattress, it didn't hurt her but she was bewildered. She knew this day would come, the hungry lion might be patient in watching its prey, but once it lunges, there is no more possibility of escape.

He attacked her lips again, he sucked the lower area and would nibble it after licking that particular spot. Since she was pressed on the mattress, she could not back her face away. Alyx locked their mouths again and entered his tongue on it. He searches for her tongue before sucking it onto his mouth. He cupped her face to prevent her from breaking their contact. Once he felt the lack of air in his lungs, he let go of her mouth. The mixed saliva dripped into her side lips, Alyx's darkened seeing the glistening liquid. Yanarym gulps seeing his vicious eyes.

"Let's go back." He said to her in such a heavy voice. Yanarym raised her arm to wipe away the saliva left on her mouth, conscious because of Alyx's dangerous eyes. But he held her wrist to stop her. "That's mine." He said in a grim tone and leaned to lick her, sliding his tongue to her lips and stopping. He opened his eyes and it was glaring with fire.

"I can't take it anymore sweetheart," he mumbled gently but his eyes had nontrace of gentleness at all. "Let's do it here," he showered her cheeks with kisses. "No one would see us. It's just the two of us..." He uttered to her breathlessly.

Under the moonlight and a thousand stars in the sky, Alyx could no longer restrain himself. His heart, his mind, his body, we're aching for one reason. Her. He wants her, he wants her so badly. He may understand and control it if his body was just lusting over her. However, this was very different from that. It's like sex but not sex. It's not just lust... it's more than wanting to feel the pleasure of their carnal desires.

"Sweetheart," he wanted her heat, the warmth brush of her skin against his, her sharp breathing and mellow cries at his roughness. Their motion, and rhythmical movements. And feel the way she trembles at his touch. Adore and love her until they are both satisfied.