Insatiably You | l.s.

Chapter 25

Drowning in the addicting pressure of Louis' mouth against mine, I finally find the willpower to resist his alluring appeal, gently pushing against his rumpled, shirt-clad chest, emitting an almost feral growl from his now parted lips.

"Louis, come on, we're playing with fire here mphh-to anyone happening to pass by, it would look like we're practically getting ready to-shit, Lou-shag in the middle of the corridor, fuck..." I try reasoning only to be shut up by the feeling of his lips on mine once more, but this time instead of my back being firmly pressed against the wall, it is now being led into my awaiting bedroom, with the sound of the door clicking shut barely registering in my head.

Lost in the sensation of his lips against mine, feeling as though with each tug his hand makes to my curls, static electricity is being pumped into my bloodstream; feeling pinpricks of pleasure shooting through my body attested by the gooseflesh present, I almost give in to the temptation. I almost let myself drown in the maddening pressure and be consumed by the slick heat between us both, but recoil upon remembering the real reason I wanted to part ways with him in the first place.

"Lou, come on, don't make this any harder for me. Go to your room. I have stuff to do tonight, remember?" I implore, as a string of saliva breaks between us, causing him to frown in response as though having not the slightest clue as to what I am referring to.

Unable to tell whether he is simply putting on an act or has genuinely forgotten as a result of his lust-filled thoughts added with the haziness the wine brought, I further say, "I have some research to do, remember?"

However, once more I am met with his blank stare, which quickly morphs into a devilish smirk as his eyes light up in recognition.

Curling an arm around my waist, he asks with his piercing gaze biting into mine, "And what research would that be, hmm?" while bending and nipping at my parted lips, eliciting a breathy moan from them.

"Lou mphh-" I start saying, but again am interrupted by the feeling of his mouth on me, but only this time to my bare neck instead of my parted lips.

Trying to formulate a response, I whine, "You know what I have to do; please don't make me say it out loud," praying to God he would spare me the mortification.

However, when has Louis ever appeared as merciful?

"Oh, but darling, I haven't the slightest clue, I swear..." taunts Louis. "Tell me what research you have to do that you so desperately can't wait to get started on. Tell me what my boy was instructed to do," he prods while simultaneously tightening his hold on its place around my waist, emitting the most embarrassingly needy whine from me.

It is as though my body has a mind of its own around him. As though his presence is akin to that of a siren or some mythical nymph designed to draw out a person's innermost desires, feeding on it like oxygen, thriving on every breathy whimper, every whine and moan drawn from its victim's lips. It is almost impossible to resist his alluring appeal, and who am I to try and fight something that feels as though it was written in the stars aeons ago?

Blushing profusely at my inability to regain control over my body, I lean forward, covering my face in the crook of his neck, seeking comfort in the now sun-marred skin present.

However, having none of my coyness, he uses his free hand to lift my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his darkening ones.

"Never hide from me again. Every sound, every movement, every reaction you have is mine and mine alone to see. Every part of you is beautiful, and I never want you to feel as though you have to hide away again, even with matters as trivial as this one... Let me see you whimper; let me see you whine and pant and lose yourself in pleasure. Let me see you flush scarlet or whatever else it is your body wishes to do, but never hide away from me. Understood?" he questions in that same officious tone I am beginning to get addicted to, leading to me, no doubt, doing as he says, flushing scarlet, as I try nodding my head in response but realise that my movement is restricted by his hold still on my jaw.