“I'm going to keep eating you until I'm satisfied."
His words ignited something inside me. He was evoking something so raw that I kept it buried deep inside my chest. I tried to ignore this rising fire inside me. I didn't want to feel it. I tried to suppress it, but the more I tried, the more it scared me to rise. Trying to engulf me in its favour. I was scared of letting these feelings out. I felt how my body was reacting to his touch. I opened and closed my eyes while taking a deep breath. He smirked, looking at how I was trying to fight back. I was holding on to the last threat and refused to give it. The last hope is to fight him back. I will never let him engulf me with his actions. I kept looking at him as he slowly moved to settle between my legs. He kept holding my gaze as he settled down on his knees. My breath was uneven. He pushed my legs apart enough to settle between them. His warm breath fanned my delicate skin. I shivered and took a deep breath. He kept holding my gaze, not letting me look away. He pressed his wet lips inside of my thigh, and I took a sharp breath. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I found my tongue-tied. I wanted to push him away, but my body was in anticipation. It recognised his familiar touch. It recognises him. He continued pressing hot kisses until he reached my covered core. He pressed the kiss on the line of my lace pants. His warm, intoxicated breath fanned once again on it.
“I have not even started to touch you, and you are so wet,” he said darkly in his deep, arrogant voice, looking straight into my eyes. Heat travelled all over my body, crawling my skin to reach my face. I bit my lower lip and mustered up the courage to tear his gaze. I hate him, but still, I'm so wet for him. He smirked, looking at my flushed face and how I tried to look away. My chest still rose and fell. I was trying to even out my uneven breath, but he had no plans of letting me breathe because, the next second, my breath hitched when he pressed a kiss over my covered, pulsating core. I pushed down my head, and my figures curled on the soft silk material of my neck. I tried to control myself by not letting any kind of voice leave my mouth. My breath hitched once again when he placed one more kiss on my pulsating core. He was adamant about getting a reaction out of me, and I was adamant about not giving one. I don't know how long I will last in this battle of desire.
“You are still so sensitive,” he said in his deep voice, and then I felt his fingers moving the lace very slowly. Uncovering me, he exposed me to his heated, darkened eyes. My heart jolted up, and I opened my eyes wide. I tried to close my legs, but he was holding my other thigh, not letting me hide from him.
“Don't. do that," he said sternly, breaking each word. The fervour in his words made my legs go numb. It made me close my eyes even more tightly. His warm breath fanned at my bare core. I was not ready for it, but my body reacted on its own. It clenched, sending sparks all over my body. His mouth hovered over my pulsating core. I held my breath, and my teeth sank deep into my lower lip. I was afraid of making any kind of noise. It already felt like I had lost half of the battle, and I didn't want him to win the remaining half. I didn't want him to get a reaction out of me. His lips kept hovering over my core, and I became even wetter. He was torturing me, looking for a weak moment to strike at me.
“So fucking wet,” he breathed over my wet core, and my breath hitched when his lips brushed so lightly on it.
"Hmm.” I muffled my moan, not letting it pass my lips. He darted his tongue out and licked the whole slit. My chest was heavy, and my teeth sank even deeper into my swollen lips. He has already bitten it and bruised it, and I am on the verge of tearing the delicate skin. My head jerked up when he licked so slowly at my wet core again. It clenched, and I became even more wet. He was torturing me to get a reaction out of me.
“How long are you going to hold yourself back, doll?” he said darkly while looking up at me. An evil smirk played on his full lip. He knew. He was aware of the battle I was fighting with myself. Arrogance dripped from his face. His hooded, cold blue eyes beamed in amusement.
"I hate you” I managed to say between my heavy breaths. His smirk widened with an evil glint in his eyes. He looked even more intoxicated than he was before.
“Feelings are mutual, my doll,” he said with a cunning smile on his face. A victory smirk formed on his lip, and even before I could decide the meaning behind it, he chose to attack.
"Aaa!” I screamed when his tongue gave me a hard lick. He strikes me in my weak moments. I was not ready for it. I gasped loudly when he started to do more with his tongue. I had almost forgotten what the tongue felt like, but he brought all my memories back. Fueling the burning fire inside me.
“Erick,” I gasped loudly when he nibbled on my sensitive skin. He was no longer playing with me. His every lick and every thrust were hard and fast. I tried to muffle my moans once again, but I couldn't. No strength was left inside me to suppress them. It was a lost battle, and we were not even halfway through it. He has just started, and Erick, I know, doesn't get satisfied easily.
It's going to be a long, torturous night.
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