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YOU ARE JEALOUS♨️
Their eyes locked but for only a few seconds before his head dipped towards hers. He was kissing her before she realized his very carnal intent, capturing her lips in an instant, completely ravaging her mouth, wreaking havoc in her body with the raw passion that he had so abruptly awakened from slumber. His lips and tongue plundered her mouth. She moaned as his tongue delved deeper into her minor wetness. She found herself trying to match his intensity, stroke for stroke, grip for grip, moan for moan. His lips went over her neck, raining feather light yet possessive kisses along her collarbone, her cleavage, making her hot as fuck. He bit softly into her left cleavage with a pressure that brought about a pain and pleasure reaction that had her writhing in his strong arms, completely wasted to him. She purred softly, holding unto him as her legs could hardly do just what it had been made to do at that moment -to support her. Well, that was because his hot dangerously passionate kisses and caresses had her totally melted, down to her bones. He suddenly stepped back a bit to stare down at her properly. She returned the stare with delirious eyes, wild with inhibited passion. Her lips were kind of swollen from the absolutely sweet kiss.
'Shall I kiss you again or shall you begin to speak to me?' he drawled his question to her. She looked away from him, quite adamant.
'I will not do-' she began as a thought invaded her head. A light bulb following it. Then, it suddenly came back to her, something that he had once said to her sometime ago. "I will awaken your desire and leave you hanging." Those words of his kept ringing incessantly in her head. Oh that kiss, she knew now what it had been. It was her punishment for outrightly ignoring him. It was just what this savage kiss was all about, to punish her for audaciously playing the mute to him.
'Go on,' he urged with raised brows, noticing instantly by the look on her face that she had actually realized what he had done to her, what message he had intended to pass to her by doing so.
'I have nothing to say to you beast and you know that,' she told him as she crossed her hands over her chest. His acute black eyes followed the movement of her hands.
'Shall I do the next season of this soap at this moment?' he threatened her with a satisfied smirk.
'What?!' she finally snapped at him in an irritated and frustrated voice. She didn't want him touching her, again. She completely hated the fact that he could actually make her this way -so vulnerable- with nothing more than just a few kisses.
'Do you mind explaining to me why you keep referring to my guests as homeless bitches and shameless whores?' he asked her in a taunting voice. She squirmed slightly at the sight in his eyes as he said this. It felt as if they were colder, clearer. Despite that, she still could not resist glaring at him. 'Please tell me what their offence is Mine,' he said.
'Maybe you should really mind your business, will you? And again, will you please stop sneaking up on me. I hate it when I am startled, especially by you,' she grumbled.
'You are jealous,' he said with a chuckle as she turned away from him to head to the bed. She whirled around to him at his words. What on earth had he just said, to her?! Who was jealous? Well, it definitely wasn't her.
'You say what?' she asked again to be really sure of what she had heard him say. Was he kidding? Well, he really had to be doing so.
'You are jealous,' he repeated turning away from her and going to the other side of the bedroom. He slowly began to take off his white shirt with his back to her. She watched him, tempted. She knew that he was doing that on purpose, to muddle with her head. Oh that bastard! Well, despite that, she still chose not to turn away from the sexy panties wetting sight.
'I'm... I'm not! I'm not jealous!' she snapped. 'I am not jealous! I will never be jealous! Infact, what is there to be jealous of?!' she said laughing crazily in denial. 'Me, jealous of those bitches? Oh you must be kidding. En fait, you make a really mean joke!' she assured him.
'You are jealous Mine,' he pointed out turning to her with his bare chest, stating that in a matter of fact way. She sneered at his attitude. He dropped the white shirt on the ground beside him.
'I am not!' she snapped once again. She felt frustrated already. 'Why on earth should I be jealous of those sleazy bitches? They can have you for all I care! They can have you all to themselves! I do not give a damn! I do not care a smidgen!' Her outburst left her heaving, a bit breathless. He raised a questioning mocking brow at her with an I thought so expression. She realized then what she had just said and the implications of saying such to him. Oh man! She groaned. Now he would tease her for her words sounded as if she was really jealous. Was she truly jealous?
'You're not jealous? Indeed!' he smirked with a mawkish smile.
'You are a beast!' she snapped at his taunt and turned away from him. She went back to his writing table, obviously fuming. She picked a pencil and flung it across the room. He simply watched her, crossing his hands over his naked chest.
'Let me tell you Mine, throwing all those pencils away will do about nothing to ease your jealousy,' he pointed out. 'Besides, I think you should be happy for me. Why, you may ask? It is because they want me when you do not me at all.' She said nothing, throwing another pencil with twice the velocity and the aggression. 'Really?' he demanded. 'Really really? Those are mine. Stop doing that,' he said, his voice rising a notch, startling her a bit. But still, she took the rest of the pencils and threw them one after another in a sequence till they were all gone from her hands. She sighed when she was done doing so. Then, she leaned on the table and stared straight at him, defiantly. He uncrossed his arms and returned her stare. 'Do not dare me,' he warned her with an inpatient voice.
'I didn't say a thing to you,' she said acting smart with him. He walked up to her then. She stared at him till he got to her. She looked up at his intimidating frame, skoo-kum, stylishly admiring his thick and attractive chest.
'Stop being jealous.'
'I am not,' she snapped, slamming her hands on the table. He chuckled at her declaration, amused.
'Well, it is very evident that you are throwing jealousy tantrums my sweet Rose. Therefore, you can not expect me to believe you can I?'
'Do you not have something to do? No royal duties? No engagement with one of those homeless bitches?' she inquired from him. He shook his head at her question. She sighed softly and lowered her eyes to the ground.
'Rose,' he called in a soft voice after a long moment of silence had passsed between them. She looked up slowly and met his melanous gaze. There was something deep and unspoken in them. She didn't have the time to decipher it for his next statement melted her. 'I want you Mine. I desire you sweet Rose and not them. Do not doubt that, ever.' She didn't know, but a broad smile graced her face before she could stop it. 'That is better. You are smiling.'
'No I am not! And I...I do not want you. I really mean that,' she quickly defended herself in a murmur, looking elsewhere. He caught her chin in his palms and directed her straying gaze to his. She closed her eyes, embarrassed.
'Look at me Rose. Look at me sweet Rose and lie,' he cajoled her. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
'I...I-'
'-Deny it all you want,' he interrupted her upcoming half baked response. 'You do want me Rose and you know so. Or don't you?' She said nothing, offering him only blinks in return as an answer to his question. 'You see, you do.' He ran his fingers tenderly along the narrow bridge of her small nose.
'I do not,' she whispered hurriedly. He only smirked.
'Shall I prove it to you then sweet Rose?' he asked her. His arms held onto her waist as he lifted her unto the writing table with ease. She gasped in surprise. 'Shall I do so?' he asked once again, leaning into her with his lips just about a quarter of an inch away from her.
'I...' she began as he cornered her. She dropped her eyes as she couldn't continue. When he stepped into the space between her legs, she looked up with a small whimper. She reached up to him with her hands to push him away. It was a wrong choice for her hands met his bare well sculptured chest, chiseled to perfection for a male, one any of his gender would sell his soul to have. The sexily breathtaking sight blew the embers of her desire into full blown, full fledged flames, so hot it burned. The heat of it coarsed through her wanting body, unquenchable. She retracted her hands hastingly from his body.
'Does it burn?' he teased her, pulling her closer to him with a hand that he had snuck behind her, to the small of her back. He went on to dip his tongue into the groove of her neck, caressing her sensitive skin with his experienced tongue. Pleasure rippled through her in an unholy onslaught that left her needy. 'Does this passion burn?' He asked once again in a whisper as he bit her ear lobe. She found herself moaning shamelessly against her will.
'Beast,' she moaned.
'Shall I stop?'
'I...I...Oh!' she stammered in a moan as his mouth met her cleavage, running his tongue recklessly over her sensual flesh, his hot breath fanning her skin in an inebriating way. Need heightened her sexual senses to the max.
'Rose,' he whispered going up her neck to her nose and planting a tender kiss on it. 'Sweet Rose, call me Gideon will you?' he told her.
'Gideon,' she answered him. He tilted her chin, stared at her for but a moment and then kissed her. He kissed her lazily, skimming his lips over hers languorously. She was quite astonished by the passionate heat that combed her body the moment his lips touched hers so intimately. He plundered her mouth languidly, depriving her instantly of her sanity. Fire spread from his mouth, into her mouth, into her head, moving to her stomach, going between her thighs and down to her feminine core, infiltrating all the parts of her body -and she was in no way immune to it. He robbed every inch of her sweet little mouth, taking and taking, not bothering to be lenient at all. His hands went down her back and then up again, caressing her. She moaned again in a higher and more needy voice.
'Now, do you doubt that either of us want each other?' he asked her once again, leaning back an inch.
'I...I don't know.'
'Are you sure?' His voice was vividly teasing. She looked away.
'I...I don't-' she stopped short, saying nothing else, still battling the demons in her that he had awakened.
'I want you very much sweet Rose. I really do. You are mine so do not doubt that at all,' he assured her.
'Why?' she asked him. 'Then why do you not act upon that want?' she demanded meeting his eyes.
'It's the time my sweet Rose. The time isn't right,' was his reply.
'Why isn't the time right then?' she asked him with a puzzled expression on her pretty face. He chuckled at her very straight forward inquisition.
'Stop with all your why's Mine,' he said to her, stroking her neck with his left palm, tenderly. 'You will understand soon enough as it is.' He gently brought her down from the writing table and then stepped away from her. He arranged her hair with his fingers -more for the fun of it as it was than out if necessity. 'I shall have to leave you for a while,' he said after a moment.
'Where are you going?' she asked like a curious wife. He smiled.
'I am going somewhere not so far away Mine. It is a place so close by where I will be able to keep my eyes on your easily.'
'Can't you take me with you beast?' she asked with pleading puppy eyes. Well, of course he would not fall for that. She knew, yet she tried. Everything was worth trying you know?
'No I can't.'
'Please,' she begged. 'Pretty please.' He shook his head as he turned away from her and went into his dressing room, leaving her standing there, staring at his leaving figure with a sigh.
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...OmaPhinaPhire🔥