His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

a/n Hands on the phone everyone😏

The ride back home is faster than the ride to the restaurant was. The thickness of the tension in the car could move mountains.

Immediately we step into the apartment, Darelle drops my coat on the floor and pushes me against the wall. His lips lands on mine without hesitance.

Unlike the previous kisses we’ve shared this one is urgent with a promise in it. I don’t think twice on reciprocating it. He presses on me, his body not the only thing that’s hard.

Darelle pulls away, his eyes closed and his palm resting on the other side of my head. “Bed. Now” he orders.

I don’t need to be told twice before I’m rushing for the stairs. I’m both nervous and excited as I ascend.

“I’m starving” I hear his baritone voice say just as I step into my room. Okay that was fast.

“I believe you know where to find food?” I counter, swiftly turning to face him. His face looks flushed and his eyes have turned a darker shade of hazel.

“I believe I’m staring at my food right now” he says, briskly taking steps towards me. In one agile motion, he picks me up and throws me on the bed. “I thought it was gonna be dessert” I mumble.

He ignores me, quietly taking off his shoes followed by his shirt. He stunningly walks over to where I’m lying. His eyes roam over my body like I’m a prize he just won. An Oscar perhaps.

He kneels on the bed caging me between his legs. His lips softly descend to mine and my hands quickly go around his back, pulling him closer.

When he’s satisfied with our kiss, he moderately pulls away. His lips move to my neck and I arch my head to make it easier for him. He peppers soft kisses around my ear and neck area.

“I want to eat you so bad” he whispers in my ear, inhaling my scent. And like those words unleash something in me, my heart rate increases. I try to get any words out but his gentle suck renders me speechless.

“I want this off” he tugs on my dress. When I try removing it myself, he stops me. Darelle easily swipes off my dress leaving me in my matching black lace panties and bra. Yes, I was prepared, don’t judge me. He then carefully removes my heels.

Darelle’s blistering stare makes me coil away. “Don’t” he warns, his sight entirely focused on my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he compliments, his finger lightly tracing the side of my stomach. I can’t help but let out a soft shudder.

His right hand goes behind my back and in a second, unclips my bra. His intense stare doesn’t flatter. I bet if he keenly looked at my left breast, he’d see my heart violently beating against it.

“Perfect” he murmurs, his warm mouth sinking on my breast, his tongue licks my nipple in a circular motion. His hand moves to my other breast, giving it a sensual massage. Perfect indeed.