Hell Sweet, Kayla

25

Not knowing what possessed me to pin her to the wall with such ferocity, I pride myself on being a man of controlled emotions. Yet, with Kayla, I am anything but. Her presence has unraveled the composed facade I meticulously maintain.

Her doe eyes, wide and inviting, give me the silent consent I need to unleash the desires that have simmered beneath the surface since the day we met.

In that moment, all I want is to ravish her. Skin on skin, without restraint.

I feel an urgent need to claim her in the most primal way possible. But I hold back, savoring the anticipation. I want to see her reaction, to watch her body respond to mine. Kayla, however, surprises me. She doesn't beg or squirm; instead, she challenges me with those innocent yet daring eyes.

Kayla is a paradox—a sweet devil who stirs a hunger I've never known. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as my fingers trace the edge of her panties, teasingly close yet not touching where she desires most. She meets my gaze, her lips parting slightly as she breathes heavily, pupils dilated with desire.

I could almost kiss her, our lips mere inches apart. I can imagine the heat of her breath mingling with mine, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest through her maroon dress.

It's evident she's aroused, her body betraying her innocent facade. I imagine she's as eager as I am to explore what lies beneath.

I'm torn between two impulses: to take her against the wall, defying all my rules, or to lead her upstairs where I can show her just how badly I need her.

My arousal strains against my pants, threatening to burst through the zipper. Every fiber of my being yearns to feel her softness enveloping me, to lose myself in her completely.

A deep, primal groan escapes me as I pull her closer, relishing the soft gasp that escapes her lips. My desire for her borders on obsession, a dangerous path I know could consume me if I'm not careful.

Kayla has become an embodiment of sinful fantasies I never thought I'd entertain. And here she stands, tempting me in her maroon dress, goading me to indulge in desires I once deemed taboo.

Every touch, every glance ignites a fire within me. I long to explore the softness of her thighs, to feel her warmth enveloping me as I move higher, inching closer to where she aches for my touch.

Kayla looks at me as though she's starved for this, her eyes, body language, and flushed cheeks betraying her unspoken desires.

I want nothing more than to fulfill those desires, to show her the depths of passion I can evoke in my world, however fucked up it may seem.

But as my fingers slip beneath her lace panties, she stops me. Her hand grabs mine firmly, her breath ragged as she holds me back. For a moment, we stand there, locked in a silent battle of wills.

I hesitate, resting my hand on her lower abdomen, waiting for her to give me the signal to proceed. Instead of stopping me, Kayla does the unexpected—she spreads her legs slightly, silently granting me permission to explore further.

A surge of desire courses through me, and I can't help but crack a soft smile. Kayla, it seems, is not as innocent as she appears. She's a daredevil, ready to test the boundaries we've barely acknowledged.

"Zayn," she moans softly, and the sound sends a rush of blood straight to my groin. How long have I waited to hear my name on her lips like this?

I tug gently at her hair, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. "Ho bisogno di scoparti, per favore," I murmur huskily against her ear, my voice thick with desire.

Ding

The doorbell interrupts us, ringing insistently. I try to ignore it, but it persists, demanding our attention.