—An opium is made from poppies, it's as sweet as poisonous it is.—
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Lev's eyes were fixed at her, he could feel the heat transferring from his necktie to his nape. Ilyana's forwardness was something he never felt but then again he never been courted so forwardly as how Ilyana was at this moment. It's as if he had just signed a contract with a devil where there's the mix of excitement, fear, and also the thick air of lust.
As much as Ilyana lusts for him, Lev couldn't say he didn't felt affected by her advances.
If in Ilyana's eyes Lev appeared like a beautiful exotic gem, to Lev, Ilyana was akin to a tigress, so deadly tempting that he didn't mind being devoured by her.
Without any resistance from Lev, Ilyana could easily press her chest to his broad one. Her fingers trailed the back of his neck to his hair. A shiver run down Lev's skin and she chuckled seeing this. "You don't want this?" She asked, her beautiful voice wasn't threatening nor disappointed but curious. Somewhere Lev believe that if he spoke of how he dislike this, Ilyana would push him out from the room and that idea upset him.
He slowly shook his head, "No."
"Then loosen your shoulders," Ilyana cupped his arms and gently press them beside his head, pinning him on the wall. Despite Lev being talller, Ilyana who had worn a high heel could reach his height and met him eye to eye. "I do assault some people who deserve to be assaulted by a punch but not you. Yet you make me feel as if I am assaulting you."
"Do you assault people as often as you bring the waiters away from the club?" Lev's questioned made Ilyana to pause.
Lev wondered in his mind if is it because she had drunk a lot of wine before bringing him to the room that she didn't feel offended by his forward question. This was correct as Ilyana wasn't a patient woman, except to Lev whose prettiness allow him to be forgiven by her.
She blinked her long lashes and tilted her head over to her left shoulder, "I don't assault people nor have I ever brought a waiter out from my club. They are my employee and I am their boss. I don't sleep with people because of money and that kind of relationship is wrong, don't you think so?"
Lev's voice seemed to have come from the back of his throat yet the deepness of his voice remained gentle to her. "Then am I different?"
Ilyana didn't reply at once. She looked into his eyes, seemingly to be thinking of something while she studied the features on Lev's face. "You are pretty," she confessed. Ilyana wasn't drunk but whenever she drinks a lot, her lips became more loose, allowing her to talk straight from her heart. "I like pretty stuff and people but you are different. Can't that be the reason for me to bring you here?"
Lev gulped as he didn't understand what she mean. How could she favor him so much just because of his appearance? And he had never heard of anyone who would call a man pretty. Yet the way she had called him gorgeous was as if she was looking at such a delicate one of a kind flower, a very lovely flower, that his heart can't help but felt so tickled by her words.
"No... that can be the reason," he whispered gently.
"Okay then, love. Kiss me," Ilyana tugged his chin with her finger. She tilted his face to the side. Lev took this as a chance to follow by her order to descend his face down to kiss her lips.
Their lips touched against each other. Her red ones left a red tint on his pink lips and they both marveled on how the other's lips felt so soft that it was almost pillowy. Lev's cheeks reddened. This wasn't only his first time being courted so openly by a woman. In fact, this was also his first time to kiss a woman or to hold their hands. He wasn't sure how Ilyana could be so powerful and so demandingly seductive when her wrists on his hand was so fragile that it could snap if he tightened his grip. But at the same reason he felt he would be the one crushed under her.
There was a sense of desire that bud in Ilyana's heart. It started ever since she saw Lev and it blossomed even more from attraction to list. She had never felt so much drive as she felt now to possess someone to the point that she wanted to color Lev on her own color. His green eyes turned wet by the time she had opened her eyes and looked into his face. Lev's cheeks were red to the tips of his ears and it was easy to see how this was his first time, startling Ilyana a little. No wonder he had pressed his lips together when she had just peck him.
"Your first kiss?" She asked.
Lev settled his hand before his lips, still surprised by the fact that he had kissed someone!
He nodded his head once and he could see by the courage Ilyana showed that this wasn't her first kiss, making him to feel somewhat upset. He wondered in his heart for a reason to why he was upset. Because Ilyana had took his first kiss? No.. he instead felt wonderful being kissed by her. Then was it because how ruffled and flustered he felt after being kissed with her yet she feels so normal?
But then... Ilyana didn't look calm either.
Her eyes were bright and filled with lust. The way she looked at him with those hungry gaze made him feel as if he was about to be devoured and he wants to be devoured by her.
Seeing his silence, Ilyana quirked the corner of her lips, "I knew it, I can tell it's your first time," she lifted his chin again and pressed her lips. This time she didn't wait for Lev's action. Instead she had took his breaths into her owns and let her tongue wet his lips that had became dry from the nervousness.
Lev panicked feeling her tongue inside his mouth but the panic quickly disappear as pleasure washes sweetly all over his tongue that rolled with Ilyana's.
Some men disliked it when Ilyana was in control but she could feel how Lev was on his knees for her touches and that only drive her crazier. She nibbled his lower lips, hearing the small groan from the back of his throat. He looked utterly sexy with lust on his eyes that he didn't seem to notice yet. Slowly, guided by her, Lev could understand how to kiss— he learned how to kiss Ilyana and how Ilyana loves to kiss. The feeling of painting over the dark crimson paint over a white blank canvas was as delightful as seeing how quick Lev started from learning the kiss into desiring to kiss her more.
She pulled away her mouth, watching how Lev was still trying to kiss her until she tightened her grip of his hand beside his head.
"You like it?" She whispered, her voice in a low tone as if she wanted only him to hear how her words had been tinted with crave. She watched as Lev innocently nodded his head. But even as she praised him for his innocent, he is still a men and she could feel it with how hard he is between her leg. "We aren't going to kiss here the entire night, are we?"
Lev gulped and he whispered beside her ears, "Боже, помилуй меня." Ilyana didn't know Russian but she felt as if the words he whispered against her ears was one that begged god to spare him, making her to chuckle. Lev could only see this chuckle of her to as evil as gorgeous it is. If there was one flower he would describe Ilyana as it would be rose. However it wasn't the usual red rose or a pink rose. Ilyana's beauty and her deadly air was akin to a black rose, something so rare that only the lucky ones could see.
And he was the luckiest man to ever be chosen by her.
"The night is still young, love," Ilyana's eyes narrowed down as she unbutton his shirt, her eyes feasting on how delicious the view of his body was, especially his taut muscle that lined his body in perfect squares. "Why don't you show me what heaven looks like?" Her hands climbed on his shoulder as she whispered slowly, "And if you can show me heaven, I will also show you my heaven."
Lev gulped. He reached his hand forward and grabbed her by her wrist. Although a bit surprised, Ilyana didn't stop him and instead watched what he would do next. How surprised she was to see Lev nimbly lifting her body with his arms and picked her up in a princess style. He slowly stroll over to the round red bed, as if he was treating a precious fragile gem. He then settled her down on the bed and sat down. Seeing how he still hesitate, Ilyana pulled him by his neck and kissed him, her eyes slowly melt as she see that her burning desire had also transferred to Lev who also looked at her in lust.
"Now it looks like you want to devour me," Ilyana commented, "I love that."
"Don't tease me," Lev said, his voice sounded like a groan. "I don't know if I can remain level-headed."
"Don't. Loosen yourself and be wilder, I love seeing how ruffled you are right now," Ilyana's lips nipped his ears, "Come on love."
Unable to resist, Lev settled his face lower, his finger gently tugged the button of her qipao, while his lips was seduced by her into a long deep kiss. A kiss that he would remember for the rest of his life to be as sweet as the deadly poisonous poppy flowers.