THE TYRANT : UNVEIL THE MOON

Chapter 18 | His Kisses

Lily walked down the hallways, a bright smile uplifting her face.

She felt comfortably full after the meal- though she had to wash down the taste of green beans. They tasted strangely sour and had a crunchy taste she hated- nothing could make her like them.

Unfortunately, her amnesia made her forget her immense hatred for them.

She definitely needed a nap.

Opening her bedroom door, the light from the hallway streamed into the dark room. Stepping inside- she flicked on the light and shut the door behind her. Though, Lily didn't hear the click. She tried pulling it shut, but it wouldn't fully close.
With a sigh, Lily turned around and looked at the ground. A large boot kept the door from closing. Letting go of the doorknob- the door began to slowly agape.

Trailing her gaze up the boot, to the leg, and the face of the person- it was quickly revealed to be the cloaked man. Her heart fluttered under his gaze, "Oh-" She held her breath, "Uh- Hi!"

No other man made her feel the same way he did.

"Mmm..." He hummed, stepping through the doorway. He was so close to her that she was nearly pressed against his chest- his scent swarming her senses and blurring her morals.

Leaning down, he stuck his nose near her neck and curtly sniffed. He'd huff in distaste.

"Do I smell ba-" She'd begin but was interrupted when he pushed her further into the room. He pulled the door shut behind him. 

Now- she is fully pressed against him. Her heart pounded and clenched in her chest, lungs screeching for air as if she was suffocating under his smell. He rumbled pleasingly, his hands flying down to grab her thighs.

"You smell like an unmated man." He'd jealously snarl, clenching her clothed thighs tighter. "He didn't do anything, did he?"

He pressed his forehead against hers, cerulean eyes staring into her soul. "H-He made me food..." Lily muttered, gripping his cloak as she looked up at him. "Uh- He was being- Nice?"

"What'd he make?"

Well, he's a little nosy.

"Duck, carrots, and green beans-" He scoffed and grimaced as soon as she said the last vegetable. "You hate green beans. I could've made you something better."

Lily's lips went agape, eyes widening. His gaze flickered down to her plump lips before staring at her eyes.

"How..." She whispered.

The man clenched his jaw and pressed a finger against her lips, "Shh..." He shushed gently.

He hooked his hands under her thighs, patting them before raising her. Lily gasped, squirming slightly, as he walked up to her bed and dropped her on it.

Sitting on it, He placed a hand on either side of her and leaned down. "I told you how I feel, doll." He muttered, "Am I going to have to start fending off other men?"

Holy shit. She held her breath, clenching her thighs shut. "No..." She whispered.

He fully pulled his hood off, letting her see his face more clearly. A dark, mischievous emotion swarmed in his eyes- glancing between her face, lips, and thighs. "No wonder they're all over you..." He muttered, licking his lips.
She gasped when the back of his fingers traced over her clothed breasts, barely grazing them. She found herself leaning into his touch, breathing an anticipating moan. "Pau..." He groaned, squishing his thumb into her breast.
[God...]

Lily couldn't help herself. Her hands flew up to grip the collar of his cloak, pulling him closer and smashing her lips into his.

He gasped in surprise but quickly sank into it.

Lily kept pushing into him, wiggling to feel warmth until he pushed her into the mattress and pinned her down. Their lips moved rhythmically- tongues flicking out to wrestle greedily.

He twisted to lay beside her, their limbs tangling together. Their saliva and breath mixed like a deadly potion- making something addicting. She savored the taste of his mouth, memorizing every little detail. The green beans from earlier were long forgotten.

Pitiful whimpers left her as his hands scoured her body, groping her curves and squeezing her chubby features.

It felt like he was exploring familiar terrain he hadn't seen in a long time. He knew where to touch- but his greedy fingers told her he hadn't indulged in a long time.

Her lungs screeched for oxygen- and it seemed his did too. The man pulled away, though the taste of his mouth lingered on her tastebuds. He panted lightly, hazy eyes tracing and memorizing her features adoringly.

"That's a good girl..." He muttered. Heat pooled at the bottom of her stomach- making her clench her thighs tightly. Her heart was hammering like a fast thunderstorm.

She was silently pleading for more- to go further and further. Lily raised her knee and pressed it against his crotch, making him rumble with a moan.

"No..." He pushed her knee away, making her whimper, "Not yet, doll." 

"Please..." She pleaded.

The man winced in thought- his expression making it obvious he wanted to indulge himself. Lifting himself with his elbows, he pressed a warm kiss against her forehead. "Don't worry, neihve. I just... need to pace myself."
[Love.]

Where were these pet names coming from?

Lily watched with a frown as he got up and began to walk away. He seemed reluctant to leave, but something was clearly stopping him from doing more with her. She couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

But his boundaries were as important as her own.

He stopped before opening the door. "When other men flirt with you..." He began, glancing over his shoulder.

"I want you only to be able to think about my kisses."