Chapter 31 - Goodnight kiss

He silenced her with a kiss.

Lily shoved him back. "What was that?" She asked him angrily.

Alexandre looked into her eyes. He was seeking for the fascinating sparkle in it. Her eyes were as deep blue as the ocean. Sometimes he had the feeling of drowning in it. Nevertheless, he was fascinated by this blue. Her eyes fascinated him. Again and again he searched for it. He did not know what was wrong with him. But it tempted him to tease Lily. And if he found that sparkle in her eyes. This unique sparkle. Then he felt as if someone had put a lever in him. Then there was this urge. He felt this desire to kiss her.

To cover her lips with his. He could not think of anything else since their first kiss. Only on her lips. Sweet Lips. It had only been 24 hours, but there was this heat in his body. This hunger thirsting for her lips. His lip on hers. That urge got even worse after she had stared at him at the dining table. And now? He wanted to put this need into action. He wanted to kiss her. "I kissed you to shut up, love." He replied proudly.

"You .... you idiot!" She beat against his hard chest with her pale fists. He leaned forward again and whispered. "Well, it seems to work ... didn't?"

Her mouth fell open. But she couldn't find a word. He was such a shameless jark. And he knew it.

He pressed his mouth against hers again. The touch wafted through her like an electric shock. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Wild and hard. His tongue stroked the inside of her lips, conquered every corner of her mouth and caressed stormily her tongue.

She was astonished at first and then tried to pull her head back. Since it was almost too much. More than she could stand. But he did not allow it. With a growl, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. He bent her back as he pressed his arm against it. Together they fell into the mattress. Lily felt his body pushing her heavily into the mattress. She felt his body so clearly. Only the thin silk fabric of her negligee separated their bodies from each other. She felt the heat he radiated.

Suddenly everything seemed to be forgotten. As if his wild kiss took her will, he robbed her of any resistance.

But at the same time it woke something in her. She replied. Timid. But she replied with her body. She did not really know what to do. But her hands moved to his back and stroked tenderly over his shoulders. He let his hands go down her arms. A wave of tremendous sensations rolled over her. He dominated her in every way, while his hands and lips attacked her. She replied almost desperately. Her second kiss was wild and overwhelming. They kissed for several minutes. Actually, Lily had already lost all sense of time.

When Alexandre retired, he gasped.

He looked down at her. Her face was red. Her lips swollen. He wanted to kiss her again. But then stroked her soft cheek.

"Are you okay?" Suddenly he smiled. That smile that gave her soft knees. She nodded, completely out of breath. No word escaped her. Since she suddenly did not know any words. Then he kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close. He wrapped her under the blanket.

His eyes were heavy. Dark.

As if his eyes devoured her.

Frustrated, his hand went through his hair. He did not want to scare her. It was so hard to control himself. He had to muster all his willpower. But he was only a man. She stared at him, from those two wonderful eyes. Eyes that looked like the ocean. It was so easy to lose yourself in it. And the promise of more tempted his appetite. Alexandre lay down next to her. He leaned his elbow beside her to look at her beautiful face even longer.

Only now, her mind seemed to start up again. Only very tedious and slow. Like an old computer that needed hours to be useful again. So was her mind. Slow and cumbersome. Now she realized for the first time what it meant to lose one's mind after a kiss. But then she remembered what she wanted.

She sought his look. "We have to talk." She whispered into the silence.

Alexandre groaned. A sad smile was on his lips.

"Whatever you want to tell me. That can wait until tomorrow." He buried his head in the crook of her neck and sniffed her. She smelled so good. After a refreshing spring meadow. After flowers and wind. He had to find out what kind of fragrance that was and get her even more of it, he decided.

"But.."

"We'll talk tomorrow." He interrupted her. "I'm so tired." He ran his hand through her hair in confusion. He enjoyed her warmth in his arms and understood why Adrien always liked to bury his head in her crook of the neck.

Confused, she stared at the ceiling. As she listened to the steady breathing beside her ear. She felt his warm breath stroking her neck and him holding her tight in his arms. She could not even move. Too tight was his grip, which tied her to his side. She did not even know what had just had happened. Well, actually. He had kissed her! For the second time! But…

What was that?

As if a flood had fallen on her. Like a force of nature. Devouring everything.

She was angry somehow. But then again not. She did not know what she wanted and that confused her even more.

What was that again? She kept her feelings in boxes?

He had shaken the shelf. Some boxes had fallen out and in the end there was a terrible mess on the floor. A jumble of her feelings.