Free Web NovelChapter 159: The Soul-Shattering Kiss (R-18)
(The content of this Chapter are slight NSFW)
Skyla slowly entered his lowly lit haven and closed the door behind her. It shut with a soft click and she straightened her head to find him.
Standing against the window with his back pressed to it and his feet elegantly crossed at the ankles, her wandering eyes found the man of her hidden desires.
The crisp white shirt was taut against his heavily muscled body, while his shapely arms were crossed across his well-defined and firmly toned chest. The upper two buttons had been undone revealing the smooth skin below. It peeked at her so invitingly.
Some of his charcoal silken strands were falling in front of those enticing pair of azure eyes, they completely enthralled her and Skyla forgot to breathe, forgot to speak and forgot to walk.
Oxygen went on a vacation, perhaps took her tongue too.
The ground seemed to have engulfed her feet.
His enchanting gaze, sharp and wanton, took the girl in the red dress in. From that rose-tinted hair to her bewildered face, down to her strawberry-shaded enticing lips, passing to her slim neck.
He took his time, letting his greedy orbs linger on her two fleshy mounds that heaved enticing him. He raked them down to her legs and delicate toes, subtly and slowly. Nervousness gripped her like a vine as he raked his needy gaze on every part of her body.
The desires dripped down and drenched her core, desires she knew he would fulfil now that she wasn’t bound to anyone.
Never before had he peeked at her with such fervour and greed. Greed to own her for she no longer belonged to that demon.
Free to be his.
"Come, my precious Lily," he beckoned in his deeply throaty honey-dipped voice. His head stylishly tilted to the side, his lewd gaze never leaving her.
It shot right into her lower belly and made her insides churn, warming up every inch of her body and giving her cheeks the same tint her dress had.
Her resolve shook, and her legs trembled as she tried to insert confidence in her walk but miserably failed.
Crossing the red line her steps faltered and he caught her before she could fall and make a spectacle of herself.
His rough but warm hands gently held her waist as her hands landed on his shoulders and their eyes collided in a sensual mixture of adoration and deep longings.
"Did you return his ring?" His smooth voice asked while his hands rubbed her waist.
"Yes, but I lost my father’s company," she informed him with a hint of melancholy coating her small voice.
"Don’t worry, I will get that for you. I promise."
She smiled at his promise. This man would never fail to amaze and surprise her.
Zyair’s right hand moved and landed on her sumptuous lower lip. The front part of his thumb sensually swiped it in a teasing slow motion finally parting it by pulling it down.
Needy shivers skated down her spine and her body convulsed as he kept her steady with his other hand. She could only nod, too stunned to speak.
"Do you know what that means?" His thumb was on the verge of entering her mouth. Its coarseness felt divine against her soft petal-like lips.
She shook her head twice, showing her innocence. A playful smirk appeared on his hidden face.
"I will tell you what it means, my love," he leaned closer, his covered lips grazing her earlobe as an ardent whisper travelled through her ear and heated up her core.
"It means I can kiss you freely to my heart’s content. These lips are mine now. Do you know how much time I need to make up for?"
Her cheeks warmed, displaying soft redness on them as her eyes lowered and her long lashes fanned the skin under them.
"A long time," she shyly answered, her grip slightly tightening on his shoulders.
"Nine years, 3285 days, 78840 hours, and 4730400 minutes to be precise," he amusedly told her, making her blush deepen. Her heart uncontrollably beat at his naughty words.
"You even counted that?" She asked, shaking her head at his bizarre calculations.
"I have been dying to say that for a long time now." His hand slithered to her neck from behind and he slowly tilted it so her face lifted upwards and her eyes finally found his again.
A hunger to claim her danced naked there as all other emotions were overshadowed by it.
"What’s stopping you?" She needily whimpered, her eyes drifting to his mask where his lips were and he understood she was burning with the same passion as he was.
"Close your eyes, Skyla. Don’t open them until I say so. Can you do that?" His thumb shifted from her lips to her eyes.
"Yes!" Her eyes slowly closed as his thumb caressed them. And the time painfully stretched. Killer anticipation built inside her like a volcano of unfulfilled desires, ready to explode and reduce her to ashes and dust.
He removed his mask and threw it on the table behind him. His deft hands took her by the waist, whirling her around and caging her between himself and the window of his office.
Her breath was knocked out at his sudden action but she kept her eyes squeezed shut as she had promised.
Zyair gently took both of her wrists in his and jailed them above her head. His sinewy corded body pressed against her soft fragile one, his puffed chest slowly squished her soft mounds and an involuntary moan escaped Skyla at the feelings this action invoked.
Not a centimetre remained between the two starved souls.
Her lips parted and her back domed slightly against the tinted glass, needing to feel every inch of his remarkable body. The body he wished to share only with her now.
"Remember I told you I want to kiss you senseless against this window. I am a man of my word."
With those wanton words, Zyair claimed Skyla.
His hungry lips descended on her cherry-tinted plump ones and Skyla’s world melted and totally disappeared. Her head spun at the feel of that sumptuous part of his, the part she desired the most but had never seen but had only felt.
Their lips fitted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Like an artisan, he stroked them as if painting his favourite canvas, dyeing it in his colours. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Every fondle invoked a new emotion in Skyla’s barren landscape. His subtle movements sprouted seedlings of her yearning passions, for his kiss was so thorough, so deep and so very artistic. As if the man had all the time in the world to explore her plump lips with his well-curated ones.
He applied the right amount of force to make her muse and swoon. To make her entire body shudder. Her wrists thrashed but he tightly gripped them keeping her in position.
Zyair knew what he was doing, while she was a newbie in this department he was a high-level expert.
His tongue darted seeking permission to invade her and with a gasp, her mouth opened letting him slide in.
He found hers and they danced to their own passions, his fought for dominance and she gave in letting him explore all the ridges, all the softness and all the hardness of her mouth.
The man was thorough, the man didn’t rush as he took his time kissing her, fulfilling her with his essence for he had mentioned he had a lot of time to make up for.
Skyla whimpered and then moaned uncontrollably as her womanly folds began to drench her panties. But he drank away all her groans and continued his own onslaught on her mouth until she could no longer breathe. Every ounce of energy from her body was drained and her legs gave way.
Zyair caught her, understanding she needed a break he unwillingly let go of her lips and they parted with a pop. He let go of her hands and grabbed her by the waist as she limply fell into his arms, her chest rising and falling at a fast tempo to make up for the lost oxygen.
Her eyes remained closed shut while her cheeks and ears tinted bright cherry.
"You are so beautiful, Sky and from today onwards you are mine and only mine."
His lips rested on her forehead and staked their claim, she could only nod having lost her sense to form words for her brain was a mush after that soul-shattering kiss.
"You trust me Skyla?" He slowly asked, dragging his lips down her jaw to her long neck.
"Yes," she shuddered in his hold from the sensation of his lips caressing her neck.
He picked up his mask and tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. The beating of her heart intensified at his actions while her body screamed to be touched and explored.
"Good, now I am going to claim your glorious body," his raspy breath had her clenching her legs together.
