Chapter 123: Hear You Scream
Reagan grasped my face in his hand and pushed my head back, deepening the kiss with languid passion that flowed through me like a shock of ice. I gently grabbed his wrist as I raised myself on my tip of my toes so I could kiss him with the same fervor he kissed me with.
His thumbs gently rubbed against my cheeks as he pulled me closer towards him. I moaned into the kiss when he walked me backwards and my back collided against the wall. My arms instinctively held on to him, holding on to the tension beneath.
Reagan shuddered as my nails grazed his back, I felt him shudder which made me realize that he was restraining himself, he was holding himself back for some reason as if he would break me.
But that wasn’t what I wanted at all and I made it know in the kiss through the way I shoved him backwards. Reagan stumbled a bit, his hooded eyes gazing down at me as his chest rose up and down rose up and with heavy breaths.
"Don’t hold back on me." I said, my voice breathy as I felt my own lips tingle with the fierceness of the kiss, "Don’t hold back on me now, I don’t want you to!"
His jaw tightened as he stared down at me, "Dahlia." He whispered, his voice thick with emotions.
"Don’t hold back Reagan!" I whispered before I approached him and kissed him hard on the lips. This time around the kiss was fierce and filled with fervor.
Releasing a low growl, Reagan grabbed my waist and pulled me closer into him. The fire of heat between us ignited, the same with the passion and this time there was no pause, no holding back and no nothing. He kissed me with the sort of passion that didn’t leave room for doubt, no space for anything but now.
Reagan’s fingers dug into my hips as he walked me backwards and I felt my leg hit something which made me collapse into the chair in the corner of the room. My lips parted in surprise as I stared up at him in disbelief but all Reagan did was lower himself to his knees and all I could do was just watch him with surprise.
"I know this isn’t a throne." Reagan said, "But I’d like to worship you right here and right now." Reagan spoke and as he did so, he raised my dress up pressing kisses on my thigh.
I allowed myself to relax, throwing my head backwards on the chair as Reagan continued to press soft kisses up the inside of my thigh, his mouth tracing the curve that made me shudder slightly. I hummed with pleasure as my hands clenched on the chair armrest. Reagan’s breath was hot on my skin and the look when he stared up at me to see my expression made heat pool in my belly.
"You are everything to me Dahlia, everything and more." Reagan’s voice was low and I could feel the love in his tone.