HIS CURE, HIS DRUG!!

lilian

Lilian Pov~

I don't get why the hell I ended up in this trip when it was supposed to be ana honeymoon. Grandma statement kept on replaying screaming louder than any sound. 'I wonder if you two would like to have your early honeymoon too'.

Fresh red tint painted my cheeks. Oh, good lord. This is crazy.

Why they all are acting as if we are in some kind of relationship. I looked at my side and he was already looking at me. His eyes boring in mine, his lips tucked in smirk. I unknowingly gulped.

Why he has to look like some art gallery piece. This has to be the hell of a torcher. He can be unbearable, looking at how he keeps on pissing me trying to get reaction out of me. I sighed.

"What is it flower?" his silky voice sending shivers down my spine. Every time he calls me that, it has an unknowing effect. I bite my lower lip. Stairing right at his dark eyes.

"Nothing."

He hummed leaning closer. We were sat at the back seat, ana and Theo sitting at the very front. Far enough that if we talk here, it would be lulled down by the time it reaches them.

His face was an inch away. His eyes shifting his gaze from my eyes to my lips. How I want to smash my lips and sucked the smirky look out of his face. Damn my imagination! They are running wild again. Sometimes I blamed my brain or maybe it's just the side effect of writing too much of dark romance.

He swiftly moved toward my ear, leaving me strangled as my breath hitched when he glides his tongue over my cheeks moving to my ear whispering in his slay voice. Which makes me shudder every- freaking -time.

"I can smell you throbbing for me flower." his raspy silky voice, making me clenched my thighs. I shot him a glare.

"Dream on!" I flared, hoping to mask my lust.

He backed off with a smirk plastered. Fucking hell.

"That we will see" he sang leaning back in his seat, slopping his head back as he closed his eyes. His hand travel down stopping right above my thighs. How I cursed myself for wearing denim shorts, leaving my bare thighs exposed for him to touch.

He slightly squeezes, his metal ring surface baring its cold claw over my skin. I can feel my heat dripping down, threatening to spill my emotions. I bite my mouth inside pushing his hands away. But he just brought it back this time, more authoritatively, more higher. I let it be, because I know he is going to keep doing it until I eventually fail to stop him.

I sighed leaning back on my own seat. I have a bad feeling about this trip, I could feel his gaze but I choose not to turn or look at him. This fucker has a face of seduction. 
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This is the start of our second lead couple!! Oh my eyes!! 🥹