Chapter 269: Making out
As she began to speak, her words were abruptly silenced by the man’s swift action. His hand slipped into her flowing locks, gently but firmly pulling her head back to face him. With a sense of dominance, he pressed his lips onto hers, igniting a lustful longing that had long been pulsating within her core. A prolonged, sultry moan escaped her lips, that hinted at the weight of her need.
With an arm wrapped securely around her waist, he pulled her closer, intensifying the embrace. His tongue ventured into her mouth, dancing tantalizingly with hers, stirring a delicious blend of sensations. Succumbing to the fervor, she allowed herself to sink further into his grasp, her hand reaching up to grasp the fabric of his cotton-clad back, and her nails digging into his skin.
"Mmm, your response is exquisite," he moaned, his words a mere vibration against her lips, as he tugged on her lower lip and gently nibbled. No words escaped her, but instead, another moan reverberated from within her. She enveloped him in her arms, drawing him closer to her.
"Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pulsating music that surrounded them, but the man seemed to have caught her plea. As her words registered in his mind, a dark haze flickered in his eyes. He seized her waist and hurled her atop his shoulder, making his way toward a dimly lit path that led out of the space.
In spite of her current state, Stella could still feel herself been carried on someone’s shoulder. She opened her eyes to study the environment that she had been taken to, but the dimly lit space did not give her tired eyes much of a choice. She closed them once again, succumbing to the heaviness of her eyelids.
"Where, where are you—taking me?" She mumbled, groaning in pain as the pressure in her gut increased. She was not resting easy in her current position, and the person who carried her did not seem to care.
Is this Matteo? She thought to herself, bracing her arms on the shoulder of the person in order to get a good view of a face. She had taken her time to study him, but in her current state, it might as well be a lie.
"Hey, I asked you a question," She pressed further, now slamming her fists on his back.
"I’m taking you home."