Chapter 102 - Hundred And Two (R18)
WARNING: This Chapter contains mature contents. Read at your own risk.
Eric’s hands tightened into fists for a moment as he knocked the barricade away. The barricade of soft pillows tumbled to the floor with a quiet thud as he moved, his gaze fixed on Delia. He carefully positioned himself under her, ensuring no barrier remained between them. Now, she was entirely his, the space between them entirely occupied.
He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke, his voice a low murmur. "Don’t think about the future when you’re with me."
He paused, his lips lingering near her ear before continuing, his voice dropping even lower. "You should only think about the present, Delia. Don’t worry about what will happen, only what is happening right now. This... us..."
He kissed the curve of her neck, his lips touching her skin like a feather. Then, his tone became more insistent, tinged with a plea. "Don’t push me away again."
Another kiss followed, this one carrying a little more pressure. His teeth gently grazed her skin before he softly bit down, a possessive yet tender gesture. He trailed his lips along her neck, slowly sucking the delicate area, creating a warm, lingering sensation.
The silence in the room was thick with desires. His hand reached out, his touch light at first, tracing the line of her nightgown. Then, in one smooth, decisive movement, he slid the fabric down her body. The soft material pooled around her waist. He pulled it off her waist slowly till it got to the floor.
Delia’s immediate reaction was instinctual. Her hands flew up, her fingers clutching at the air, attempting to shield herself from his gaze. She tried covering his eyes before wrapping herself in her embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut, a blush rising on her cheeks.
Eric’s own hands stilled for a moment. He watched her, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, gently, he reached out. His thumbs brushed against the backs of her hands, a soft reassurance. He carefully peeled her hands away from her body, his touch soft and tender. His eyes met hers, those blue shy orbs staring into his soul before averting their gaze.
He spoke softly, his voice low. "Delia," he murmured, his gaze still on her. "Look at me."