Chapter 65 - [Vixen] [Dangerous]

[Vixen]

I roused from a deep sleep. It had been a while since I woke up feeling on cloud nine.

I sat on the bed with my back leaning on the headrest, wiped my drool, stretched my hands, and yawned.

"Good morning."

A hoarse voice startled me awake.

I gazed at the fresh handsome cold face of Cain, sitting beside me on the bed. My hair's all over the place, my hands still on the air, and my mouth hanging open. What a magnificent view to see me in the morning!

I froze. My mind scrambled to get working, and my face reddened in embarrassment, thinking that Cain discovered my amazing look before sunrise.

I sighed through my mouth upon discovering that his eyes were not looking at my face, but elsewhere. I retraced his line of sight and found that his fevered stare was locked on my breasts!

Though I was wearing pajamas, I was not wearing anything underneath it. The thin fabric outlined the full curves of my breasts, visible under the faint light of the morning sun. The delicate tips stood erect as though they were tempting someone.

I swallowed hard and withdrew my hands ever so slow before I pulled the blanket and covered myself.

But it seemed that my actions enticed the beast beside me. I quivered when Cain was breathing harder, more audible, and force. Longing and desire were evident on his face as he locked eyes with me.

Before I knew it –– his lips were already on mine.

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Leanna bit hard on his lower lip until he tasted his blood. He hissed from the pain but didn't let her go.

He knew that she wanted him to stop, but her actions enticed him even more.

This little vixen!

He gripped the back of her head and returned her bite.

But how could he bear to hurt her?

As his teeth fiercely met her lips, it turned into sucking and nibbling instead. His tongue explored her mouth, playing with her as he sucked her like she was his only sustenance.

"Mmnn . . . ," she groaned when her tongue was sucked, and bitten with a force that pricked, and the metallic taste of blood made her moan even louder.

He pressed her until all the air she breathed came from him, leaving her with no room to retreat. Her little tongue battled against his, pushing his tongue out from her mouth. He let her win, and he withdrew a little. A glistening thread of saliva hanging between them.

He stared at her flush face and kissed the moist in her eyes. He never expected that she would admit the attraction between them so quickly. No longer wanting to deny and escape, and he grabbed that opportunity. He forced his will, didn't give her the chance to have second thoughts nor change her mind.

Recalling the glorious taste of her. The first time he felt the incredible, excruciating feeling of desire and lust for her. Always wanting to kiss and touch her. The temptation to find out what it would be like making love to her –– drove him mad!

He pressed her on the bed.

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[Dangerous]

Leanna pushed him from underneath, wanting to get out.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them on top of her head. He parted her legs with his, pressed his cock against her abdomen and rocked her body up and down.

She shivered.

"C-Cain . . . s-stop . . ."

She pleaded, voice trembling. But it only made him excited. He wanted to hear her quivering soft pleading voice once more.

He kissed her nose, her cheeks, relaxing her. When she did, he went to her sensitive spot and plunged his tongue inside her ear.

"Ughh . . . !" she moaned, body shuddering in pleasure.

Her abdomen clenched, shivering as she came. He poked her, teasingly. Not even seconds, the bulge in his pants was soaked from her secretions.

He groaned in anticipation and bit her earlobe.

She gasped in pants, her breathing shallow as she writhed in pleasure. Her legs wrapped his waist as her belly rose and meet every thrust of his throbbing cock.

All restraints melted by her single action.

He let go of her hands and ripped her upper garments. Her full breasts jiggled from the force, and the simple ring he gave her dangled around her neck as it glistened under the light.

His throat was so dry it hurts. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, swallowing his non-ending saliva.

He stared at the softness of her breasts, amazed how it shook and bounced at her every breath.

She covered them with both hands, and he was forced to grab her hands and pinned it on top of her head again.

"C-Cain . . ."

She was so red from embarrassment as he inspected the beauty that was her chest before he captured her eyes. The lust and desire in his eyes were replaced by adoration and love. With all the gentleness he could master, he kissed her eyes, taking away all her insecurities.

"They're so beautiful . . . Can I . . . ?" he asked, voice trembling beyond his control.

Sweat tickled on the side of his cheek as the torture intensified every second he waited for her reply. Seconds felt like an eternity until her head barely nodded in response.

He released her hands, and this time, they remained unmoved on top of her head. His gaze lowered to her chest, and with trembling hands, he gripped her breasts.

A warm, soft feeling flooded his senses. Her breasts were so soft that his hands were melting! He stared at it in amazement, studying it. He was like a child first time seeing a toy.

He cupped the roundness of her breasts, amazed how it changed shape when he gripped them. Her erect buds drew his hand, and he rubbed her nipple, sometimes squeezing it between his fingers. 

"Nnngghhh . . ." She shifted her head and avoided his eyes as she covered her mouth with her shaking hand. A weak attempt to stop her moans.

He kneaded and massaged her breasts till the delicate pink tips stood erect, hard and swollen.

"C-Cain . . ."

Her moans and plea resonated with him. It was not only him who wanted her, she also wanted him as well.

His eyes dilated, expression softened. He closed his eyes shut when her hand rubbed his sensitive cock beneath his pants.

"Hngg . . ." His little hands kneading his penis was enough to weaken him.

Not just melting his bones, his reasons dissolved as well.

It's only a matter of time anyway, might as well not prolong the agony. He thought as her hand slid inside the garter of his pants.

What will her parents think?

He gasped for air and grabbed her hand that was sliding halfway to the tip of his swollen penis.

Cold freezing water burned his face, and he scrambled to his feet.

Almost running, he went out of the room.