Three magical words

R-18(semi)

Only God knows how much endurance does this reply need. His whole body was burning and the beast in him spouting profanities telling him 'she is ready. She is not opposing, so take her.Take her! Kiss those luscious lips. Go upward and touch her bouncy peaches. kiss them!'

But he stopped. He didn't want her to repent in the morning because she lost herself in a moment of heat. He won't go further than kissing until she says those three magical words to him. His beast has to stop!

"Huh!!" She blinked her eyes. It took her several seconds to understand what he said but she still can't believe it. So he slowly created a distance between them, held her hands and slowly started dragging her.

"I said your pizza will turn cold. then it wouldn't give a good taste. come let's have dinner." When she moved and looked around the room, she was stunned.

It was looking beautiful. Intricate mirrors like stars are pasted on the ceiling which are illuminated through dozens of candles all around. The aroma was so stimulating. And there stood him, his hairs were dripping wet, like he just poured some water over his head in a hurry rather than taking a good shower. His front three buttons are open giving a full view of his chest, his mole peeking out. She tried but failed to avert her gaze.

He followed her eyes and was stunned when he saw she was looking at his chest. Normally she remains very prim and stoic. 'Don't do this darling, I don't want to eat you right now' he pleaded in his mind. He coughed and handed a slice in her plate.

"Oh..!" She finally looked at her plate and started chewing. But only she knew, she can't feel any taste in it. Her whole attention was on him, his preparation has moved her. She is sure the ceiling has been prepared in advance and flowers were also brought before. God knows when he planned all this.

But whenever she tries to take a step further he takes a step back. Same happened in the garden. Now again, she was anticipating a deep kiss at least but! God this is so frustrating. 'Looks like I have things incharge.' She determined herself.

" So, How's it? Do you like the room?" He asked normally but the way he was looking at her was full of nervousness.

"Oh it's beautiful! Victor, this music is very good. Would you like to have a dance? A slow one." She asked, fluttering her eyes and biting her lower lips.

"Oh, sure why not. Don't you want to eat more?" He asked forwarding his hand for her to take.

"Nah, I am full." She held his hands and they went in the center of the room.

He held her by waist and she put her arms in his neck and her face buried in his bare chest. They moved slowly, feeling each other's heartbeats as music.

The surroundings were long turned blue. She was soaking herself in the warmth of his body hiding and burrowing her head more and more in it. while her hot breath was touching his bare chest and so as her lips when she was moving. But the last string of his sanity broke when she gently bit him there and then licked it.

His gaze on her was packed with so much heat. He had been holding back so damn much. He was holding the beast with that last string. But her lick broke his already cracking resolve and now he is completely disintegrated.

"That's it." He pounced on her like a hungry wolf on its prey. The kiss was gentle but soon it turned into a passionate one. His hands held her tightly and took her into his arms. She wrapped her legs on his waist.

The kiss became more intense one he bit her lips and then sucked it her hands were roaming all around his bare chest and she moaned softly. His heartbeat quickened.

He never felt this burning sensation like this, he was this close to have her. He never felt this helpless in his life, he wanted to stop but just couldn't.

Because at the same time he wanted to drown himself in this feeling. If anything he could do, is to go more close and that he did.

He slanted his face and leaned more to have more access. Her luscious lips were so soft and her tongue was so warm and sweet. It tasted like strawberry, making it so hard to resist. He was leaning in and started moving.

While Cyn was lost in her own pleasure she had kissed him before in the garden but it was nowhere closed to this before. Like he is sucking her soul through his deepened kisses. The way he is leaning on her and sucking her lips.

Her whole body is turned into jelly, her mind is hazy and all she could feel is his lips, and it's warmth. The way his tongue is tugging her, moving in sync like they are meant to be together.

His hot breaths and his muscled chest under her hands. It feels so damn right. Even if it's wrong, she doesn't care anymore. She wants more of his touch, more of his lips. Like this is the only source of her living.

She suddenly felt a backward nudge that's when she realized they are in his room near his bed. The next thing she knew was she laid on her back on his bed and he was on top of her. He left her lips so that she could take a breath but before she could think or do anything he claimed her lips again.

Moans were leaving her mouth despite her try to stop them. And her body was burning. Her body was ailing and he was the cure, she could feel the wetness In his Netherlands and the sensations in the pit of her stomach.