Free Web NovelChapter 40: No one else can touch you but me 18+
The skimpy lingerie clung to her beautiful body and the colour matched her flawless skin.
I will make you mine tonight, Julian thought. Temporary boyfriend or not.
"Not long," he said keeping his gaze on her. Lyvana felt her cheeks turn bright red. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands. Although, that seemed quite impossible.
"Let me see," Julian said, his voice low as he walked toward her. "Let me see you like this, Lyvana." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
She swallowed hard.
"Julian, I..." she started, but her voice was just a whisper. She could feel the heat coming from his body as he moved closer.
He reached her and touched her arm gently. His touch made her shiver.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
Then he moved his thumb slowly over the lace strap on her shoulder looking straight into her eyes. The way he watched her made her suddenly aware of her own rising desire.
She felt as if the ground beneath her had shifted and only his touch was keeping her upright.
Julian leaned in and kissed her shoulder. His lips were warm against her skin, and Lyvana felt her breath catch in her throat.
He didn’t stop there. He moved his lips slowly up the side of her neck, his breath soft against her ear. freёweɓnovel.com
Then he moved his hands to her back and unhooked the small clasp of the lingerie. The thin fabric loosened and began to slip.
Lyvana gasped, her hands flying to her chest to cover herself as the bra fell to the floor.
"Don’t hide from me," he whispered.
Then he reached out and gently took her wrists, pulling her hands away from her chest very slowly.
His gaze devoured her, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples.
"I... " she began.
Her words lost as his lips descended on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her. A soft moan escaped her throat, the unmistakable sound of her surrender.
He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming possessively over her back, her waist, then up to cup her breasts.
When his thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, a jolt of heat raced through her body and she let out a soft moan.
His hands slid from her breasts down to her waist. He paused, his fingers hooking under the edge of the black lace panties. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled it downwards.
Her eyes fluttered open to meet his.
They were dark and intense, filled with a hunger that matched her own. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, her body aching for his touch.
Then he cupped her bare bottom, lifting her easily and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down against the cool sheets and looked at her. His eyes lingered on her perfect, flawless body, memorizing every curve.
"I want you to be mine, Lyvana," he whispered.
He wasn’t talking about just a one-night fling. He was done being her temporary boyfriend. He wanted her to belong to him completely, and he wanted to be the one to protect her from everything she feared.
Lyvana looked up at him, her heart still thumping hard in her chest. His voice was steady, but she could hear the hunger in it.
"Julian." She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down toward her.
That was all the permission he needed.
He kissed her again, deeper than before. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a hot path across her skin. Lyvana gasped and tilted her head back, giving him more room.
When his mouth closed over her nipples, a wave of heat crashed over her. A low moan escaped her throat — a sound she didn’t even know she could make. He was both firm and gentle as he sucked her nipples moving from one breast to the other. She held onto him tightly, her body trembling with pleasure.
He leaned lower, his warm kisses trailing down her thighs before he gently parted them. Then, his tongue brushed against the most sensitive spot between her legs.
She gasped.
The sensation was sudden and overwhelming. The stroke of his tongue sent a sharp pulse of heat through her core, stealing the breath from her lungs.
"Don’t stop," she whispered, barely recognizing her own voice. Her hips lifted instinctively.
His tongue moved deeper, exploring and tasting her. Every flick and swirl built a pressure inside her that she couldn’t ignore. It grew stronger and stronger until, suddenly, the pleasure rushed over her all at once.
Her breath hitched. Her body shook beneath him as pleasure surged through her, leaving her weak and breathless.
Then he moved up, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. She was still trembling when she felt his hand slide between her wet folds. His fingers explored gently, as if learning her all over again.
She gasped softly against his lips, her body responding before she could think. He kissed her, swallowing every small sound she made.
Then he got up and pulled off his trousers, exposing his hardness. It was... huge. Lyvana quickly looked away. He smirked and caught her chin, tilting her head back up.
"Look at me," he whispered, his voice raw with desire.
Then he knelt between her legs, spreading them wider with his knees. His fingers, traced the wet, swollen lips swirling inside her entrance, testing her readiness.
Then in one swift motion, he entered her. Lyvana gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
He plunged deeper, a slow, agonizing inch at a time, filling her completely. A low groan escaped his lips — he couldn’t believe how tight and wet she felt against him.
"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes closing for a moment as he buried himself to the hilt.
"No one," he whispered, "is allowed to touch you but me. Do you understand."
Lyvana tried to answer, but no words came. Her breath was gone, stolen by the feeling of having him inside her.
His thumb brushed her jaw again.
"Do you understand me, Lyvana?" he repeated.
"Yes," she breathed.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips.
"Good," he murmured.
