Chapter Twenty-seven

The morning sun brushed her skin as she stirred. She woke up forgetting that he had slept in with her, looking around to register the hard and hairy chest she had her head on, the rhythmical and steady beating of his heart. She was afraid to look at his face despite the fact that she could feel the strong urge to do so, she did not want to happen upon him gazing at her. Was this man for real, that he would date her, it was too much for her. He could get any kind of woman he wanted, top and classy ladies but yet he chose her amongst others, she wondered. Probably he was only playing with her and needed a play mate but a part of her did not mind the games, just to be called his own for once in her life was more than enough for her. Yesterday she was crying, today she would smile even if that smile lasted only for six months. "Are you awake ", he said which made her head turn quickly and met his gaze. He had been awake all this while, obviously staring at her like he was now. She sat up and muttered a quick 'good morning', she was about to step out quickly when he pulled her down and pinned her to the bed, "Trying to keep my kiss away from me, are you ", he said reaching for her lips, she quickly placed her hands over her lips, "What? ", he asked with eyes searching her intently while filled with emotion. "I have not brushed my teeth ", she quickly defended, he chuckled and replied, "Neither have I sweetheart ", he reached down and kissed her, it was more than a simple kiss, for his prying tongue kept on searching until she started responding to his hotness and want. He slipped his hands under her clothes and started fondling her breasts, she became quickly lit and on fire, it was too much for her to bear. He started raising her shirt and then feasted hungrily on her already erected nipples. He was a savage, inflicting pain in form of bites but quickly replacing them with sensations provided by his tongue, this was more than enough pleasure for Bella. He brought her to the edge and she kept goading him, she wanted this, she wanted him and he was more than enough willing to take her to the depths. Before she could think clearly, he flipped her around quickly and tore up her shirt, what the fuck. He could have just said that she should remove it before destroying her only pyjama. Before she could turn to glare, he worked his tongue from her lower back, through the spine to her neck where he nipped at. Powerful flow of emotion filled her being, he was the devil obviously, the Lord of all sin. He went down again and this time did away with her trousers, at least he deemed it fit not to ruin it, she gulped. He sat up, threw away the duvet, that's when she became mentally conscious that he had been naked all along and she could feel his erection bubbling about her. He flipped her again before she could suck in air, drew her down and spread her legs, she became aware of what was about to happen. She had never been touched like this before and she was visibly shy but he spread her legs wide apart and came down. At first all she could feel was his hot breath against her vagina as he sucked in her scent, she could feel her legs visibly shaking, then suddenly there was nothing. Suddenly, he pounced on her womanhood, working with his tongue, through her clitoris, he sucked her there for sometime, no one had ever done this to her. She just might as well die now, for she had felt the height of passion.