Chosen For Life

Chapter 15

//mature content//

Leila

Makari had brought me back to his house, which was more like a mansion, and it was absolutely stunning.

"And this is my room." he said, his hand in mine. He lead me into the bedroom, as I looked around. It was dark, but beautiful. "Wow," I said. I couldn't help but look at the bed. It was huge, with a velvet blanket over it, that was a deep red. I wanted to just jump on it.

I felt his eyes on me, as I turned to look at up at him. "What?" I asked, as I felt heat rising in my cheeks. He chuckled, "Nothing. I'm just admiring you." He said, pulling me in front of him.

"I need to showerr..." I said, a little too loosely. I realized I still had some alcohol in my system, but I ignored it.

"Oh, really?" he said, locking eyes with me. I nodded, "Mhmm.." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, "It's an open invitation, too." I joked. I didn't know where my confidence was coming from, or the sudden throbbing I felt between my legs, but I was enjoying it.

He placed a finger under my chin, holding my face up to his. "I'll take you up on that offer," he smiled, before pulling away from me, leading me into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror, focusing on my reflection.

My hair was quite a mess, but my eyes were bright. My cheeks were rosy, and my lips looked plump. I lightly placed my fingers on my cheek, making sure they were my own. I hardly recognized myself.

Makari stood behind me, looking at me through his reflection. He pressed his body against mine, slightly pushing me up against the sink. Lifting my hair, he moved it to side. "How did I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?" he cooed, as he planted a kiss on my shoulder. "You're the breathtaking one," I said, tilting my head to the side as he planted another kiss in the crook of my neck.

Planting another kiss under my ear, I watched him as he ran his fingers along the hem of my top. Looking up at me through the reflection of the mirror, he pulled it over my head and off of my body, dropping it on the floor. I suddenly felt hyper aware, and almost insecure, at the fact that I was exposed to him. Subconsciously, my hands fled to cover myself. He chuckled softly in my ear, "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said, his lips against my ear. Gently, he pulled my hands away. The feeling of his body against mine and his breath against my neck made the throbbing between my legs increase.

He slid his hands down my stomach, sliding his fingers underneath the top of my skirt. I bit my lip, looking at him as he did so. His eyes never left mine, as unzipped my skirt from behind. I watched it as it fell to the floor, looking back up at him. "Look at yourself." he demanded, placing his hands on my hips. I did as he said, starting at my collarbones. I made my way down to my breasts, before drifting my gaze down my stomach, stopping at my belly button. I realized I was wearing bright pink underwear, and subconsciously slapped myself. Bet he was super turned on by that.

Before I knew it, Makari turned me around. He lifted me up, placing me down on the counter. His hands lightly grazed my thighs as he stood in between them. Even though I was elevated off the ground, he still had to look down at me. I looked up at him, as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him against me. He grinned, "Careful," he said, as he cupped my face in his hand. Running his thumb along my bottom lip, I felt a wetness developing in my underwear. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but I liked it.