Chapter 239: Scars
"Oh, Stella, I’m a selfish man, and once I get a taste I will always want more," his words stirred a cloud of doubt that threatened to ruin the moment. But his hand came to the rescue, wading off any invading thoughts as it slid over her hip, stirring her need aflame once again.
"Are you sure about this?"
She rose her hand to his shoulders as she replied, "Yes."
As soon as the words left her mouth, he cupped her face and pulled her toward him, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce dance that intensified the heat they ignited.
His breath was edgy with impatience as one hand remained cupping her face, and the other trailed down impatiently, testing the ridges and curves of her body. Her breath came in short gasps that intensified his need, causing his cock to throb impatiently.
"My God, you’re so intoxicating," he whispered against her lips.
His hands rested on her bum, testing the fullness of the delicate cheeks and pulling apart teasingly. She moaned a helpless sound, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him further into her.
"How on earth did I miss this?" He growled, nudging her against a wall and trailing his hands over her hips, to the peaks of her breasts. Her mewling sounds stoked the already blazing furnace of pleasure and lust that was already in him and he could not help taking her lips once again.
He squeezed and kneaded the sensitive skin, eliciting more cries from her, causing her to writhe helplessly under his touch. Her nipples became hardened, making themselves known through the fabric of her shirt.