Free Web NovelChapter 166: What Lies Below The Mask
The tenderness and trust that sparked in those ocean-like eyes of his in that instant stole Skyla’s breath away. His privacy was something he took very very seriously and yet he didn’t even hesitate when she made that request.
The faith he had in her, she would never break it.
Deep inside his heart though, a part of him was very afraid.
What if she didn’t like the way he looked?
Or if pity descended in her eyes when she would see his face.
"I appreciate you trusting me," she affirmed with a beautiful smile.
Her fingers quivered in anticipation as they reached behind his ears. The heartbeat uped several notches and it knocked against her ribcage in hurried succession like a drum announcing the unveiling of something precious.
He watched her, unhurriedly, with a slight unease but a lot of faith.
She slowly removed the elastic straps from both sides, the anticipation making her tummy flutter agonisingly.
And then she separated the black mask from his handsome face and lovingly gazed at him for the first time.
The man, the enigma, the mystery that was Zyair Kincaid had been revealed to Skyla today and she was all but lost in it.
Like a mesmerising maze the more she stared the more she lost her way in those well-defined angular cheekbones that complemented his strong jawline. Each contour of his face seemed meticulously crafted as if God had all the time in the world while creating him. A faint scar traced a straight path across his right cheek, while another rested on his stubbled chin which added an air of rugged masculinity, contrasting subtly with the softness of his full blood-red lips.
They curved into a confident yet gentle smile. That slim pointed nose combined with his other features to create a perfect portrait of virile masculine beauty that was one of a kind.
Skyla had never seen a man so handsome, so perfect and so very complete.
The low music that swirled in the air prompted her to trace her fingertips on every part of his face. Like lost in her own rhythm, creating a symphony of her own on his manly landscape.
She tried to look away, it was rude to stare and yet she couldn’t.
Zyair just let her be, the way her emerald-shaded eyes took him in with her pupils dilated so much that they were covering her irises, it was clear she was not disappointed.
Instead, she was unsettled and at a loss for words. Her soft thumb lovingly stroked his scar as she finally rasped in her melodious voice which came out rather needy.
"You are so handsome."
He smiled, the sides of his lips perked up and turned into a full-fledged grin.
If she was lost before now her jaw slacked and almost hit the floor.
How could someone have such a precious smile? It extended all the way to his gorgeous eyes which held only her in that moment. His whole face transformed from that rugged one to the soft-cutest one. Those delicate spots under his eyes bunched together, and his cheeks swelled.
Such a beautifully elegant smile this man had.
"You don’t find me unattractive? I am scarred." He pointed out what he believed could be off-putting to her.
She momentarily closed her eyes and slightly scoffed with a small chuckle. He could clearly give Adonis the run for his money and here he was asking her that dumb question.
Leaning forward she pressed her petal-like lips to his scarred cheek and smoothly kissed him. Her hot lips sent streaks of current through his body making him slightly stiff as she murmured.
"What scars? All I see is a resilient man who stood against all odds and came out victorious."
He self-assuringly smiled at her love-filled words. This woman would never cease to mesmerise him. His gaze turned ravenous, his words needy.
"Do I fit the man you had imagined me to be?"
She didn’t even hesitate to answer him, it was as if the words tumbled out of her mouth on their own.
"You surpassed him by millions, Zyair. I am proud to be yours." She finally lowered her love-sick gaze, unable to meet his ever-sweltering one.
The passionate hunger had surfaced there and it burnt him to claim her, every fibre of her, every centimetre of her, every cell of her.
"Yes, you are. Only MINE."
The last word was uttered with such possessiveness that it hit right into her core, and a delectable shiver passed through her.
She was still shuddering from its effect when his artistic lips hungrily descended on hers and claimed them in a sensually greedy kiss. She whimpered, her hands flew to the back of his neck and into his soft hair.
His hands grabbed the front of her coat and he yanked it open, taking it off without letting go of her tender lips.
She was too clothed, he needed to feel her skin. Her scarf met the same fate. Skyla had a jumper and jeans on.
Zyair paused and broke the kiss, his eyes scanned her clothing, and his hand rubbed the front of her woollen jumper, grazing her right bosom. Her tops pebbled out just from the small touch even though it was not on the skin.
She stifled a brutal moan that wanted to tear from her throat.
"I wanted to send you a dress but then I knew I would only be peeling it off because for tonight the best suit will be your ’birth day suit’," he sultrily emphasized the last three words, speaking them as separate syllables, implicating the meaning for her.
She blushed, her eyes widened, her ears reddened and her mouth opened but no sound escaped.
All she could do was stare at him and his shenanigans. How he held the key to always make her speechless.
His mischievous grin melded into an evil smirk now as his deft hands played with the hem of her jumper. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Raise your hands Skyla, I want this off," his command came like an erotic whisper. A slight ache travelled between her legs as she obeyed without hesitation and with one swift move he rid her of her jumper, leaving her in a white t-shirt.
She wasn’t expecting to go anywhere today so she hadn’t bothered wearing a bra underneath and now he could see her pointed tops poking at him. He could clearly trace the two round mounds of hers.
His eyes darkened with this hungry gusto to devour her, especially these softest parts of her. He had craved for them for far too long and now he needed to sate this unrelentless fire within him, which only she could do.
His hand reached out and he cupped the right one in his large hand. It fitted so perfectly as if his hands were made to hold them whole.
The touch was so sensual and delicate that Skyla couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped her this time.
"Tonight you are going to be making so much of such music for me."
He promptly told her as his hands shifted down, grabbed the rim of her shirt and raised it above her head, taking it off so smoothly. Leaving her in nothing but her jeans.
His eyes erotically dipped and focused on her pinkish tops. Some of her open tresses were falling in front, hiding them from his ravenous eyes.
Carefully, he picked them up one strand after the other and placed them behind her shoulder, so there was nothing between her velvety flesh and his needy eyes.
They tightened into tiny hills under his lust-filled gaze. Zyair’s thumb brushed against the right one, sending a jolt of current through Skyla that hit her intimacy.
He was the only man to have touched them so sensually, so lovingly and like a needy damsel she wanted more so much more.
Her lower folds clenched in pleasure as Zyair’s tongues wagged out and licked his lower lip, his mouth salivating to taste them to have his tongue roll around them. But not like this.
His index finger and thumb rolled it between them, sharpening the tips even more.
They were so soft, so pink, literally untouched by a man except him.
"They are beautiful." Zyair couldn’t avert his gaze from them, his fingers kept pressing them making Skyla lose the shards of control that she was trying to hold on to. She was too drunk in her need to form words.
The pleasure that coursed through her body pooled down and began drenching her panties. Her eyes closed and her mouth flew open as a delectable moan escaped her making her arch her back, shoving more part of her bosom into his warm hands.
That was all the clue he needed, he would show her pleasures she had never experienced before.
He tightened his hold on her waist, hooked his other arm under her knees and easily picked her up to carry her over to the bed.
