Chapter VI
VI
He looked at me for a couple of minutes as if I were some kind of masterpiece of art, like a sculpture in a museum.
He circled around me, not touching, just tracing me with his eyes.
His gaze lingered on the stockings, and sometimes he lightly brushed their tops with the pointed nails on his index fingers.
The middle and ring fingers had no nails, yet even that small touch was enough to make me burn to the ground.
I grinned at the flood of thoughts consuming me mercilessly.
“Is something wrong?” I swallowed nervously, and he immediately moved toward me, scooping me into his arms.
“No, of course not, kitten. I was just enjoying you. I will worship you tonight. I was admiring the work of art standing before me,” he whispered softly, his red pupils sparkling as if smiling with happiness.
He cupped my cheeks in both hands and kissed me slowly, savoring me on his lips.
The kiss was slow and lingering, but no less passionate, it only made me want to ride him, to feel him harder against my lips or deep inside me.
I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore; I’d completely lost control of myself.
And with joy, I surrendered to him, to the demon touching my face, to the fire he’d ignited inside me.
His hands slid down my neck, lightly stroking my skin, leaving trails of demonic heat and charm.
My skin seemed to ignite under his warm touch.
It was as if his skin amplified every nerve ending, as if a single touch aroused me more than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
He was doing magic—by Devil, he truly was.
I opened my mouth wider, and his tongue slid in.
The piercing pressed gently against mine, wrapping it in a teasing embrace that made me squeeze my thighs together, desperate to calm the ache building between them.
It felt as though my slick was already running down my legs, and he just smiled through the kiss, deepening it further as if he wanted to devour me, to suck out my soul.
And I was ready to give it to him, just for those sinful kisses.
Meanwhile, his hands moved lower. He stopped on my breasts, massaging my nipples until they burned beneath his fingertips.
Moans escaped my lips, but he swallowed them greedily, drowning them in his insatiable kisses.
I could feel the hard bulge pressing against his pants or rather, what felt like a damn mountain hidden behind leather.
I leaned forward instinctively, trying to create friction, and he chuckled into the kiss.
Yes, he was mocking me.
I snorted to myself and bit his lip, which earned me a bite in return. He rolled his hips, pulling away and pressing in again, teasing me. Why did I already want to growl, tear those fucking clothes off him, and straddle him right here, right now?
I decided to take matters into my own hands, and my hands crawled like snakes along his thighs, skirting his fly.
I tried blindly to find the locks on his leather pants, the two on the sides — the ones that would have obviously freed his cock.
I found them and yanked them down sharply, feeling it come free, almost slapping against my stomach.
Warm and insistent, he pressed against me, and I was about to react when he pulled back, taking a deep breath.
He looked down at what I’ve just released, then took his cock in his hand, moving it back and forth in slow, deliberate thrusts that made me almost drool.
I sank to my knees in front of him instinctively, my hands reaching for him, pulled by a force I couldn’t resist. The slightly pink head glistened with pre-cum, and I ached to taste it.
He stepped closer, bringing himself nearer, and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.
He grinned and tapped it with his tip, letting me taste him, it was a heady mix of pumpkin spice latte and something undeniably… demonic.
I opened wider, and he guided himself in, just enough to fill my mouth.
I wrapped my hands around him, hugging him tightly, feeling the raw power and weight of him vibrating between us.
My body betrayed me, heat pooling between my legs, and I didn’t care; all thought of anything else vanished as desire took over.
I let out a moan when he moved deeper, and when it became too much, I gagged slightly.
He pulled back immediately, releasing himself from me.
Licking his lips, he freed himself completely from the confines of his pants, letting them fall with a few casual hand movements, like a private striptease just for me.
I knelt there, mesmerized, tasting him still lingering on my lips, unable to believe he was real.
He was here, materialized from my fantasies, standing before me as if he’d stepped out of a book.
I admired him, my mouth slightly open, watching every move.
The veins in his arms tightened as he flexed, and the exposed leather revealed his powerful legs, making my lips water at the thought of tracing them.
I licked my lips unconsciously, and he giggled, never breaking eye contact, tracking my every motion.
“Hands on your pussy, kitten… show me how you want me,” he whispered softly, and I opened my mouth, nervously breathing.
“I never…”
“Never what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, already sliding off his leather jacket faster than he had with the pants.
“I’ve never… touched myself in front of anyone. Usually… it’s not like this.”
“Today, everything is as you want. If you don’t want it, we won’t do it,” he declared, his expression softening into one of focused intensity.
He began to peel off his form-fitting black turtleneck, revealing inch after inch of flawless, sun-kissed abdominal muscles that rippled like a perfectly sculpted work of art.
Mesmerized, I watched as his fingers, adorned with glittering silver rings, traced the defined lines of his eight-pack, tracing the contours of each rigid cube.
Unable to resist the primal urge to touch myself, I allowed my hand to drift between my thighs, spreading my legs just enough to grant access.
Two fingers plunged into my soaked, aching heat, and I let out a breathy moan at the sudden penetration.
He froze, his eyes widening as he took in the erotic sight of me pleasuring myself mere inches from his now bare torso.
As he knelt before me, I drank in the full glory of his naked form, from his broad, muscular shoulders to his trim waist and powerful thighs.
He gazed at me with a look of utter amazement etched on his handsome face, his lips parted slightly as if he were holding his breath in awe of the debauched vision before him.
"More, please..." he rasped, his voice a guttural plea.
His long, serpentine tongue, forked at the tip, snaked out from between his lips before retreating back into his mouth with uncanny ease, as if it were a well-practiced maneuver.
I shuddered at the thought of what that wicked tongue might feel like exploring the intimate recesses of my body, and I knew I craved the chance to find out, consequences be damned.