If This Lasts (If This #2) Published Under Bliss Books)

Chapter Eleven

Zion didn't waste a single second. His tongue abraded my bottom lip. His injured hand left my wrist and slipped around my waist. He pulled me towards him, leaving no space between us and locking me in place. His other hand placed on the back of my head, like he didn't want me to pull away.

There's a wild horse thumping inside my chest. My head was a jumbled mess. I was torn between pulling away and kissing back. No... No... This isn't right. I shouldn't let him kiss me. Wala siyang karapatan na halikan ako.

I firmly closed my lips, restraining myself from kissing him back. I could feel the frustration in Zion's movement as he tried to make me open up to him. I kept my mind in check as I held his waist and attempted to push him away.

He sharply breathed out. He stopped attacking my lips with hard kisses but he didn't pull away. His hot lips were still hovering against mine. My chest twisted as his minty breath lingered on my skin.

"Don't fight me..." he softly brushed his lips on mine. I heard something slowly unlocking inside me.

"Don't fight me, Savion..." he whispered and gently kissed my closed lips once again. He carefully tasted my upper lip, suckling on it with heed. My inhibition was slowly vanquishing, my tall and solid walls were crumbling, my body gradually unravelled.

"Please..." he stroked my lower lip before sliding it in between. He parted my lips and easily conquered my mouth. My eyes closed when I finally got a taste of him. Something inside me sang.

Zion leaned his head, deepening the kiss. His lips moved with precision. I could taste the desperation and need from his kisses. One stroke of his tongue against mine and memories from three years ago started flooding my mind.

The middle of my chest constricted non-stop. My arm snaked on his upper back, the other anchored on his nape. My breasts meshed on his muscular chest as I pressed myself towards his body. I want him skin to skin. I want to feel him. All of him.

His kisses turned vigorous as his hand caressed my back. He cupped my butt, squeezing it hard before it slid down to the back of my thighs. He lifted my leg. My dress hitched up. I moaned, chorusing his grunt when his erection aligned directly on my core.

I returned the ferocity of his kisses, kissing him with the same enthusiasm. My tongue lapped with his. He sucked it and went back to enslaving my lips.

He released my leg and locked his hands on both sides of my waist. His hold tightened on me as he lifted me from the ground. My fingers delved on his hair, my arm that was clung on his nape tightened. I parted my legs, wrapping it around his waist. Our lips never ceased from kissing.

Zion's hands slid down to my rear. He started walking, carrying me somewhere but his lips never stopped feasting on mine. He gritted, lick, lapped, and sucked. My lips were tingling and nearly swollen.

He removed one hand from me. I heard hard objects cluttering somewhere on the floor. He placed his hands on either side of my waist. He brought me down on a flat surface─his wooden black matted desk.

Zion pulled away only to remove my black blazer off me. His movements were quick as lightning. It only took him a few seconds before his lips found mine once again.

His hands moved to my shoulder. He hooked the thin straps of my tight dress and brought it down, underneath the swell of my breasts. I gripped on the shirt underneath his suit when he caught my bottom lip with his teeth.

Zion sucked on it as he yanked down my strapless bra, freeing my breasts from any barrier. He pulled it before releasing my lips from the shackle of his kisses.

He pecked a wet kiss on my jaw, the side of my neck, until he reached my sternum. My mind exploded when his lips wrapped around the peak of my breast while his hand fondled the other.