Chapter 487: The Fun in The Woods (1)
His fingers found the buttons of her white blouse, slipping them free with practiced ease. Raine’s skin shivered beneath the cold forest air, but the heat of his touch chased the chill away. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves of her pale, supple breasts, each crowned with pink, already pebbled with excitement.
Lyan’s lips trailed from her neck, down to her collarbone, and then lower. His tongue traced gentle circles around her sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His mark—red, hot, and unmistakable—began to bloom against her skin, and she shivered, pressing against him.
"Mmm... that’s... too much..." she whispered, but her fingers only dug harder into his hair, holding him close.
He pulled back just long enough to drink in the sight of her—silver hair cascading over bare shoulders, flushed cheeks, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. She was breathtaking, a living masterpiece, and he didn’t intend to waste a moment.
Raine’s fingers tugged at his belt, slipping it free, and with a deft motion—expected of one of the world’s finest butlers—she pushed his trousers down, and his length sprang free. Her eyes widened briefly, cheeks flaring red as she bit her lip. "Seriously... It’s... so huge..."
"And it’s all for you," he whispered, his voice a heated promise.
He swept her up effortlessly, making her yelp, but even in her surprise, she didn’t break their kiss. Their tongues danced once more, her desperate little sounds swallowed by his mouth. His hands gripped her thighs, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin, and he guided her back against the soft trunk of a moss-covered tree. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she could feel that impossible heat pressing against her, pulsing with need.
"I’m going in," he whispered against her ear.
A shiver ran through her, and her hands gripped his shoulders tighter. "H-Hurry... please..."