About To Ruin Her.
1505 Words
Chapter 3.
PEARL’S POV.
His grip on the small of my back tightened, tongue slipping deeper into my mouth while he pushed me into the room.
My body tingled, sensation crawling up my chest.
The door to his suite clicked, and the room swallowed us whole.
The base of my neck burned as he gripped my head and tilted my neck sideways to deepen the kiss.
A moan slipped past my lips, sharp and unbidden, but the gentle movement of his mouth against mine muffled the sound.
His teeth grazed my lower lips, dragging and nibbling gently on them. Instinctively, my spine arched forward, sparks and ripples crashing into me in tidal waves, sinking me into the abyss of pleasure.
The sound of my drumming heart echoed loudly in my ear. This was wrong. This kiss. This moment. Everything was wrong. As much as my body wanted this… as hard as my p***y was already dripping wet, this was wrong and I needed to discipline myself.
My lips tore away from his, breath rushing in sharp and uneven. “I… I can’t,” I whispered, shaking my head even as heat licked down my spine.
I hurriedly tried to move, but his grip came against the back of my neck, pulling me back into his body.
“Goodness…” The sharp, unbidden gasp slipped past my lips, breath hitching against my throat.
The air in the room cracked and his grip lingered, his hand curling around the side of my neck, making my breath flutter while our faces hovered inches away from each other. “Can’t?” His voice dipped low, rough enough to make my knees wobble.
Then he leaned in, brushing his lips gently against my cheeks in a slow, torturous manner.
“Are you really going to leave me starving,” he murmured, his words dripping sin and temptation, “when you already have me this hard?”
My eyes—traitorous as ever—dropped lower, landing on the thick strain in his trousers.
Heat coiled low within my stomach, and my eyes widened instantly, my throat bobbing, hands itching to know what it would feel like around my hands. But I shook my head immediately, reminding myself that I still didn’t want this…
My stomach twisted. My chest rose and fell in uneven pants.
“This is wrong,” I said again, firmer this time, though my voice trembled. “Okay? It’s wrong.”
His eyes pierced into mine, like looking deeper would make me cower. Because it was.
“Wrong?” he repeated, leaning closer, the heat of his body crowding mine. “Wrong, yet your body reacts to me without a single touch…”
His finger traced down the center of my chest, and heat bloomed against my boobs.
My mind snapped at me to pull away, but my legs refused to move back, no matter how badly my mind screamed to run.
“You want me, little rose,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine like a vow.
“I don’t…” even when my body was slowly betraying me.
His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t last for longer than a second. “The wetness between your thighs… What will you do with it?”
A whimper left me before I could stop it. My body betrayed me, melting when he cupped my cheeks again and leaned in, his lips brushing mine like a tease.
My tensed-up muscles settled gently.
“But… I don’t even know you,” I stammered, shame burning through me at how easily I folded.
“Soon,” he promised darkly, his tongue flicking against the side of my lips.
“When I am done making you tremble.” He whispered, then claimed my lips slowly before I could even protest, kissing me slower this time, devastating in its tenderness.
A muscle in my body tensed as his hand came against my back, roaming softly and holding me there while exploring my mouth like it was his to devour.
Every inch of me melted, giving in to his touch, and the idea of pulling away dissolved into nothing.
Subconsciously, my fingers curled around the base of his neck, and I stood on my toes trying to deepen the kiss, but his hand hurriedly came against my thighs like he knew my thoughts, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his torso.
“Ummm…” Our moans collided, breath heavy and scorching as the kiss turned wild, every drag of his lips against mine sending a pool between my thighs.
My body crawled, p***y tingling with more desires than I could express.
This was wrong. Or wasn’t it? My heart hammered beneath my chest.
The realization that I was slipping into this should unsettle me, but my body was giving in, melting and betraying every sane thought in my head.
I didn’t know how we had resumed kissing, but my body gave in without hesitation and now, now I barely knew how to pull away.
His nails sank into my ass, his grip on me turning firmer while he guided us deeper into the room, pressing my back against the wall while still holding my legs against his torso.
My back thudded softly against the wall, the sound swallowed by our ragged breaths. His hips jerked forward, pinning me harder.
A low growl rumbled past my lips, the sound swallowed by the kiss, while he suckled gently on my lower lip before finally pulling away from the kiss.
Our breaths echoed across the room, sharp and heavy.
My chest rose and fell in heavy pants, my p***y dripping from every shared breath and every shared glance.
But he didn’t give us much time to settle before burying his face against the nape of my neck.
His lips dragged down my neck, a wet trail marked by the faint sound of his tongue sliding against my skin.
My hips twitched helplessly, pressing closer, chasing the vibrations of his growl against my throat.
The skin of my neck burned, and I tilted sideways, granting him the access I shouldn’t.
His tongue dragged against my neck, licking my skin clean like it was something delicious.
My head dropped backward, lips parting gently.
“This is wrong…” The word came out softly again, knowing that I could still pull away if I wanted to, but every inch of me was burning for whatever reason this was.
“Wrong?” He asked again, in a low tone, his breath scorching my skin.
“Wrong never tastes this sweet.” He licked again, this time nibbling against the same spot.
The wet click of his tongue against my skin made me shiver, my breath hitching as my nails scraped against his shoulders.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer while he unraveled me with every suck.
My p***y tingled around him, n*****s hardening beneath the fabric of my clothes.
“Your pebbles are growing…” he teased softly, slipping his hand between us.
Heat rose against my cheeks like flames, his words soft and tender in ways Leo’s voice could never be.
Then slowly, very slowly, his hand crawled down my body till it stopped between my spread-out thighs.
The walls of my p***y clamped, cunt tingling in sheer anticipation.
I don’t know how he was doing this, but his left hand still managed to hold me to the wall while he brushed the other hand against my damp panties.
“f**k it.” He growled into my ear, his fingers dabbing on my damp panties and hiking the ache that was growing within me.
“Oh.” My muffled cries tangled with his low growls, filling the room with sounds I couldn’t hide.
His breath hitched, sharp and gravelly as my body twitched against his hand.
“So wet…” he kissed my cheeks, straightening his posture and disengaging from every s****l pleasure.
My eyes opened, and I looked at him with fear and perplexity, my heart thumping against my ribcage.
Was he going to leave me like I wanted to some minutes back? Was this going to end here? Would he walk away and leave me wanting more when I was now in need?
The tension in the air stretched, and silence settled into the room like fog.
My heart beat rapidly, eyes holding onto him like he was my last thread of salvation.
“What… what are you doing?” The question came out in a stutter, like I was afraid asking would make him pull away completely.
His hand moved to the neck of my dress and slowly, very slowly, he stretched the neck apart, tearing the dress off my body.
The fabric ripped with a sharp tear that echoed in the silence, my gasp breaking against the sound.
“Goodness.”
I flinched, arms jerking instinctively to cover myself before his firm grip stilled me.
“About to ruin you,” he finally replied with a smirk.
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