Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

18. Payback (Sylus's Perspective)

My gaze darkens as you blush, the sight of your flustered expression sending a pang of desire through me. Your teasing on the ride has snapped something inside of me. It takes all my willpower not to pin you against the nearest wall right here and claim you mine, while my hard cock struggles with the aftereffect of your little tease. I smirk, my grip on you firm and unyielding, my voice a low rumble in your ear. "Are you sure about that, kitten? You're still shaking..."

I watch as your face turns even redder under my scrutiny, your eyes wide and vulnerable. I just want to push you against the cold concrete and claim your lips right then and there. I take my helmet of. I can't hold back a light grin as I watch you climbing clumsy down from Lily.

I know there is a primal desire showing in my gaze, as I see the realization in your face as we lock eyes. Fear? Regret? Excitement? Lust? You knew teasing me on the bike would be a dangerous game and that you would need to take care of the consequences eventually. The situation feels more tense with every passing second. "Let's get inside...?" You try to change the subject and turn around to go, trying to escape this dangerous situation.

Your sudden attempt to escape only fuels my desire, the memory of your hands exploring my body on the bike replaying in my mind. My jeans feel too tight and uncomfortable. I watch you like prey as you turn around, my eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your figure. But I won't let you get away that easily. With a quick stride, I catch up to you and place a firm hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. My voice, low and demanding, rings in your ears as I speak. "Not so fast, kitten. We're not done here yet."

I pull you back towards me, my chest pressing against your back, my breath hot on your neck. Leaning in close, my lips almost brush against your ear as I speak with a rough whisper. "You really think you can just walk away from me, after what you did to me on the bike? Those little touches, your fingers so close to my lap..." Pressing my throbbing bulge against your little ass I pause, letting the tension build between us. "I guess it's my turn now...!"

We stand in the shadows, as I reach around you, my hands slowly tracing along your curves, drawing out a shiver from you as I touch you. "You've been a naughty little thing, you know that, kitten?" My lips brush against your neck, placing a trail of tiny, stinging kisses along your skin as my hands continue to wander your body.

My hands are all over your body while I trace your curves with my fingers barely touching anything, but even though I feel your back shivering pressed against my front. Suddenly, sliding my hand under your shirt I can hear your surprised gasp, as one of my palms cups your breast, squeezing and teasing your nipple. Your trembling body pressed on my cock is driving me insane while you try to suppress your moans. 

I nipple at the sensitive skin on your neck as my other hand trails down below your skirt. Caressing your inner thighs before I tease the bare skin near your panties. I growl satisfied as I feel the damp fabric under my touch as my finger reach your sensitive spot.

Just in that moment, the front door of the atelier is pushed open and the owner calls out my name.

Fuck... My... Life...!

I growl in frustration as the interruption comes, my hands stillexploring your body, my lips still lingering on your neck. I take a deep breathto compose myself, before reluctantly pulling away from you to turn towards thevoice.

The owner of the atelier stands there, a knowing smile on her face. "Everything is ready, monsieur." The woman says, her eyes flickering between us before she disappears back inside the atelier. I turn back to you, my eyes dark with hunger. "Looks like we'll have to continue this later, kitten... for now, it's showtime."