No Turning Back [R18]

Dorian didn't know what to do after that. Sure, kissing was wonderful—especially when the girl was so into it.

The taste was addictive, each pause and breath making him want more.

So, he made the next move.

As Lina kept kissing him, he slipped his hands lower, grabbing her ass.

He saw the slight twitch of her brows, her eyes fluttering open. She leaned back slightly, licking her lips while breathing heavily.

"I guess you want more, huh… I really… really am not this kind of person, you know. Especially considering how young you are compared to me… so don't think badly of me."

Dorian smirked, nodding slowly.

"As long as you're this way with me, I don't mind."

Lina bit her bottom lip, still seemingly debating with herself.

Then she tucked her hair behind her ear and began unbuttoning her shirt.

She made sure each motion was slow, deliberate—teasing him as she went.

Especially near the bottom, drawing out each movement.

When the shirt came off, she leaned forward placing it behind the chair.

As she leaned in to set it down, she made sure her chest was right near his face, adjusting her posture with intent.

Dorian knew she was teasing him—and didn't move.

He wanted to enjoy the show without interrupting her.

"Well," she crept closer whispered into his ear that tickled his senses, "I hope you'll help me with the clasp. That'll be your job."

Dorian wasn't sure how to explain that it'd be tricky—he'd never actually done this before.

Rather than fumbling like an idiot, he leaned forward, lips brushing just beneath her ear.

"I'd rather you do the big unveil. I've been enjoying the show so far."

He caressed her cheek and gave her a quick peck before leaning back and winking at her.

"Making me do everything, huh? Fine. I'll be waiting for you to do your part properly, then."

To his relief, Lina played along. Even she seemed to struggle a little before the bra finally came undone—but she still kept everything hidden under her arm, clearly waiting for him to beg for it.

"You sure are a tough one," he teased. "If it took this long just to see these, I wonder who I'd have to kill to see the rest..."

He waited a few seconds, but she kept her eyes narrowed in that adorably smug way, holding her pose like she expected something.

"Tch… fine. Please, Lina, show me them."

Dorian lifted his right hand and slowly ran the back of one nail along her skin, starting from her belly and tracing upward toward the arm still guarding her chest.

The motion made her tremble slightly. Then—finally—she lifted her arms.

"They're perfect… Lina," he whispered, eyes drinking in the view, wanting to engrave it into memory.

That's when he felt his pants nearly tear from the pressure, but he ignored it, sitting back up he straighten himself and held her close.

"Guess it's my turn now…"

He wanted to tease her back but chose to take it slow. Reaching out, he gently cupped her cheek and pulled her in for another kiss—this one calm before getting to the good part.

Her lips met his with a softness he hadn't expected. This time, her kiss was gentle… passionate in a way that felt deeper than the wild, hungry carnage from earlier.

His fingers traced along her skin again, more deliberately now, savoring every inch. When he gave a small tap near her waist, she let out a quiet and sweet moan that sent a chill up his spine.

He then moved to her neck, tired of avoiding her breasts.

As he crept closer, Lina arched her back, soft pants escaping her lips, at times covering her mouth to keep herself from being too loud.

Dorian chuckled softly, noting how even his breath against her skin caused a reaction.

Her tips had hardened, slightly swollen now with anticipation. Without further hesitation, he leaned in and began tracing one with his tongue before giving it a playful bite.

"Ah—don't… It's too… sensitive…" she whispered, trembling beneath him.

That's when something unexpected happened.

For the first time during all of this, he felt energy coming from her.

It was addictive—it looked like a red fog, ethereal and faintly glowing, drifting from her skin at the peak of sensation.

She didn't seem to notice; there was no reaction from her side, no sign that she could see or feel it.

But Dorian did.

And whatever it was… it didn't just feed his hunger—it calmed something deeper.

Not just need, but craving.

It sated him in a way food or lust alone never could.

Still, the voice in his head—Yamir—remained silent.

And Dorian had no intention of stopping to ask him either.

He slowly circled the nipple with his tongue, coaxing more of that mysterious energy from her. As he moved to the other side, his fingers returned to the first, gently pinching and teasing the now-wet peak he had just left.

"Don't… it's… too—ah—much… I can't…"

Suddenly, she clamped her hands over her mouth, body trembling slightly.

Dorian wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but it definitely wasn't a reason to stop.

He continued for a while longer, feeling her thighs trying to press together.

"I guess we should move on," he whispered against her skin, "or else someone's pants are going to get wet."

His breath against her ear made her nod slowly, dazed and still catching up to the moment.

"I can help with that, though."

Dorian slipped his arms around her waist and began unbuttoning her jeans. Lina didn't resist—if anything, it seemed she'd made her decision long ago. Her only real reaction was surprise at how effortlessly he lifted her, as if he could've done it with one hand.

He helped her shift to the side and gently peeled the jeans down, careful not to let them touch the dirty floor. He tossed them over to the metal bench, then turned his attention to her panties—these proved slightly more stubborn, clinging to her skin from how soaked they were.

She held onto them for a moment, almost like she knew that once they were gone, there'd be no turning back.

But Dorian tugged them off anyway.

One hand gently caressed her back, the other trailing slowly up her thigh, and he leaned in, his lips continuing to graze her skin as she trembled beneath his touch.

Dorian was not only engrossed in her body but also in the red fog that grew more dense around them; every correct movement produced more of this energy, and it also made him feel stronger in a way.