Chapter 82 - 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.