Free Web NovelChapter 160: Ravaged (R-18)
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"Zyair...wait," Skyla’s body shuddered and her voice came out needy although she was trying not to sound like it.
"Don’t you think I have waited long enough?" He smugly questioned, bending down and picking her up and loading her on his shoulder.
"Ahh!" She cried out in surprise as he swiftly carried her to the comfortable lounger in the corner.
Skyla’s arms flailed as he lowered her onto the plush leather surface and placed a comfy cushion under her head to keep her comfortable.
Her hands held onto his neck, so he lowered himself over her, balancing all his weight on his fists and none on her. The sofa dipped under him and her breath was lodged in her aching throat, she could only feel he was over her.
"You have, I just don’t want to go all the way yet. I..." his sensual lips covered hers again in a passionate kiss, putting an end to whatever she was trying to say.
Their lips moved in sync with each other as he plunged his tongue deep into her sweet mouth, ravaging and tasting her, inserting his dominance.
She didn’t fight it, she welcomed it. If there was any person in this world she was comfortable losing control to, it was him.
The nine years of her pent-up feelings were difficult to cage, all that control she always exerted around him had almost fallen as she returned his action with equal passion.
This kiss was opposite from the first one where he had meticulously explored her cherry lips and mouth. This one was wilder, more ravenous and a lot needier. This was to show her how long he had waited to do this.
Zyair had never kissed anyone like he was doing Skyla at that moment. He had smooched so many girls, so many women had kissed him, so many men as well and yet this passion was never there. His heart was never into it like it was today.
When he had tasted her lips nine years ago she was like a stranger to him but now he was in love with her, he was in love with everything that made her who she was.
Skyla desperately moaned underneath him and he hungrily drank up all her sweet musings, filling his starved belly with them. They were like music to his ears which spurred him to continue this onslaught on her tiny mouth leaving her utterly breathless.
The restlessness grew and her legs thrashed while her back arched, her supple bosom lifted in a desperate attempt to touch him. Being deprived of sight, all her other senses had heightened, especially the sense of taste which only tasted him.
He was an equal amount manly and sharp like an expensive whisky.
Zyair finally paused and their lips parted. Skyla drew in a sharp breath as her lungs burnt for oxygen.
"My sweet Lily, you taste as exquisite as I remember you. And I know you don’t want sex, we will wait for the right time but I am dying to taste every part of your skin. Don’t deprive me of that, all my resolve is gone," he desperately breathed out right above her slightly swollen lips.
His desperate eyes took in how her plump lips were parted, how her cheeks had deepened in a rosy hue, how her chest rose and fell. He wanted to peel this dress off her and let his eyes feast on her imperfectly beautiful body.
Skyla’s hands left his neck and they slid upwards, pausing at the juncture between his neck and face. He slightly stiffened, no one had touched his face in nine years.
"Can I?" She sought permission in her sweet voice before touching him. Her heart inexplicably drummed as she wondered if he would let her.
"Yes!" He softly answered and closed his eyes. His beats and breath became ragged, his fisted hands clenched ever tighter. The thrilling thought of her touch birthed butterflies in his stomach. freёwebnovel.com
Skyla’s hands slowly shifted to hold his face for the first time and she heavenly sighed. Her thumbs slowly circled his cheeks, the skin was slightly rough from the low stubble he had.
The girl with red hair lifted herself and pressed her sumptuous quivering lips to his cheek. He groaned as her touch sent jolts of pleasure directly to his manhood, it twitched and sprung to life.
She had imagined kissing him numerous times. To glimpse his face, although she couldn’t yet see him she could feel what he had hidden from everyone else. To touch it, to kiss it. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The mere thought brimmed her fluttering heart with zealous cravings.
She peppered slow subtle kisses on his cheeks and chiselled jaw, the more she kissed him the more his need to own her grew. Her lips lingered on the corner of his lips and she pecked the soft spot there and whispered.
"I have never done this, let me know if I am doing anything wrong. I don’t want to cross any boundaries."
Zyair’s hands slipped underneath her as he yanked her closer to his heaving chest. A light yelp left Skyla as she collided with him.
"You are doing everything right, too right. But it’s my turn now, let me taste you and let me worship you the way you deserve."
His naughty words were enough to burn her existence like wildfire. Her lips parted and she sighed in angst.
What was the point of exerting control when it felt so good to just give in and let these pleasures wash over her.
She wanted this, she needed this, damn she deserved this.
"Please!" She unashamedly begged and that’s what he had been so patiently waiting for. For her to willingly come to him so he could show her what had been missing.
His lips crashed against hers again and this time his hand slithered between them and swept under her dress. It grazed her bare thigh and Skyla shuddered from ecstasy of his nimble touch.
Zyair didn’t stop, while his lips smothered her his hand slowly slid to her supple bosom. The ones he so desperately wanted to hold. A lacy bra-covered them. His fingers brushed over the uncovered part and Skyla felt her desires sizzle in her marrow.
"As gorgeous as you look in this dress today, I want it off."
Skyla could only whimper at his salacious words.
Zyair broke the kiss and raised himself. The dress had buttons in the front, slowly one by one he began to open them. With every button he unfastened, his lips descended to kiss the skin he uncovered.
The feeling drove Skyla over the edge as his moist lips connected with her burning skin, like ice on fire. She was burning, burning for his touch.
Like unravelling a great mystery, Zyair opened all the buttons and then peeled the dress off her, carefully placing it on the sofa’s back instead of flinging it on the floor.
He leaned back and revelled in the exquisite beauty that was her body. Over the years it had become more curvy, her breasts had filled up nicely. They were tightly clamped in a lacy red bra. The same colour her cheeks and ears had blushed too.
In her shyness, she wrapped her arms around her chest to hide away from his raucous gaze. But he caught her wrists and arrested them above her head with his right hand.
"Don’t be shy my Lily. Let me marvel at your beauty."
With these words his lips descended between the valley of her two mounds and his tongue darted out, licking her.
