Chapter 9: Frantically Kissing _ 1
[Margaret’s POV]
My face burned red. Being carried into the house by Donald like a doll made me feel ashamed. I was like a person without dignity or soul. I was just something that belonged to him. But the person was Donald. Once I realized this, I felt another surge of heat in my stomach. My body ached for him.
“Hey, come on. Put me down.”
I struggled in his arms. Even though we were already inside the house, I wasn’t used to this. I’d rather walk on my own than be carried around by my mate.
Donald looked at me intently. Without blatantly ignoring my wishes, he gently placed me on the bed.
I looked at him, finding him charming.
My face flushed with shame and excitement, I fidgeted with the blanket.
“Why did you suddenly do this?”
I muttered.
“I don’t like you looking at him.”
Donald took my fingers off the blanket and pressed them to his lips.
“Looking at who?”
He began to suck my fingers. My eyes were completely on my fingers, watching them move in and out of his berry-colored lips. My mind was blank. I couldn’t process what I was saying anymore.
“You were looking at Elliot, weren’t you?”
Elliot? Who is that??I looked at him with blurry eyes and saw that he had finally spat out my fingers. My fingers were very wet and slippery. They looked exceptionally lewd. My face reddened.
He was pleased by my reaction and took a step back to admire my delirious look.
I finally came to my senses because of the distance between us.?Is he talking about Elliot, the brown-haired man behind me??I couldn’t help asking the question I wanted to ask just now.
“Donald, are you jealous?”
“That’s right.” His voice was so deep, I felt immersed in it.
Donald leaned in again, and I felt a little nervous. But I was hot for him again, and I didn’t know what I was desperate for him to do to me. I wanted to have him completely, and I didn’t want us to make progress too quickly and lose the freshness. I wanted to give everything to Donald and let him make the decisions. I was willing to let him do anything to me.
His hand touched my face as if there was some magic to it. The places he touched heated up as if they had been lit on fire. It was comforting and calming. I was aroused by his touch. His hands were like catnip, luring me forward like a little female cat in heat. His pleasant scent was overpowering. I could feel Betty inside me stirring.
Donald’s hand stopped at last on my chin. His face was getting closer to mine, and I realized he was going to kiss me. I was breathing rapidly, trying to get more oxygen from the air before I suffocated.
I watched his handsome features come close to me. His grayish-green eyes were deep and focused. I could see my reflection in them. His eyelashes were feathery under the light, and his blond hair hung down the side of his face, highlighting his inherent nobility. From the moment he appeared in front of me until now, he had always been arrogant and domineering. However, his actions were extremely gentle, making me feel like I was an existence he cherished.
Our lips finally met in eager desire for each other.
It was the best kiss I had ever experienced.
At the thought that the person opposite me was Donald, my body felt numb and the feeling quickly spread throughout my body like sparks. We clearly hadn’t done anything, but I already felt a pleasure I had never felt before. A strong sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart, but it was not enough. I could do more. I kissed him more intensely. Donald’s lips were full and moist, and there were traces of his playing with my fingers earlier.
I felt Donald’s hand on the side of my neck, rubbing behind my ear. His lips were on mine, and our lips were rubbing against each other as if we were devouring each other. The slight itch between our lips made me crave Donald even more. That feeling spread to my limbs, making me addicted.
I took in Donald’s charming scent. He was so close to me, I could see him so clearly. His rich scent had a hint of cynicism in it, like a superior aphrodisiac. My lungs kept inhaling, making me dizzy.
I heard him gasp softly before he licked my mouth.
His tongue was hot and soft, like a dexterous snake slithering around inside. I felt my mouth melt from his touch, and I could hardly breathe. I had to put my hand on his chest to get some breathing space. Thinking I was going to struggle, he held my hand in dissatisfaction, taking more air from my mouth.
He seemed to treat me like a beautiful dish. He kept sucking my lips and using his tongue to sweep across every tooth. It was like an Alpha marking his territory. He repeated it until I stopped struggling and submitted to him.
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