𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

30

CHAPTER 30 :
❀ IRRESISTIBLE ❀
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"Yes," I finally breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You have my permission."

He smiled against my skin, a slow, dark smile that made my heart race. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands moving back to my breasts, his touch firmer now.

He squeezed gently, and I gasped at the sensation, my back arching into him, craving more of the warmth he provided.

He lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along the curve of my breasts, his lips brushing over the fabric of my bra. His mouth moved with deliberate slowness, the teasing contact of his lips driving me crazy as my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

He pulled back slightly, his brown shiny dark orbs meeting mine as he reached for the clasp of my bra, silently asking if I was ready. I nodded, my breath shallow as he carefully unhooked it, sliding the straps off my shoulders with deliberate care. The cool air hit my skin now bare skin, but his touch was all I could focus on.

Removing his t-shirt, he tossed it on the floor. His brown eyes now shine with a glimpse of maybe love and adoration for me.

The artistic work I had done on his well- set hair was now to be witnessed as nothing but a mess. My hands slid over the smooth skin of his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beating steadily beneath my palms. The tattoos on his arms, the ones that had always intrigued me, felt like part of his story, a part of the story which he's been hiding from me. The inked lines, once harsh, now seemed softer, almost vulnerable under my touch.

As he leaned down to kiss me, the world around us seemed to escape again, leaving only the warmth of his lips against mine, the faded scent of him, the sound of our shallow breaths mixing in the quiet room with soft sound coming from the air conditioner. His lips moved slowly, tenderly, as if savoring the moment, and I felt myself melt into him, my body responding to every kiss, his every touch.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his hands moving to cup my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over my now stubborn, sensitive nipples.

The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. His mouth followed his hands, and I held my breath as he finally took one of my bud between his lips, sucking it gently.

"Oh!!" I breathed, my voice shaky as he continued his slow, deliberate torture, switching between my round bud, giving each the same attention. His hands roamed over my body, one resting on my waist, the other caressing my thigh as his mouth worked its magic.

He was careful, attentive, making sure I was comfortable, but the heat between us was undeniable. His mouth worked over my breast, sucking lightly, then harder, drawing out soft whimpers from me as my body responded to every movement. The pleasure built, mingling with the emotional connection between us, making everything feel deeper, more connected.

I could feel the tension in his body as well, the way his hands gripped my waist, the way his breath quickened against my skin. He wasn't just touching me for the sake of desire, it was something more. Every kiss, every caress, was laced with a kind of respect, like he wanted to take care of me, to make me feel safe in the midst of this storm.