Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Kiss me

Even Peking Opera face-changing couldn’t keep up with how fast he shifts.

It was making her feel completely unsettled.

“No, didn’t you say you got me some clothes? I’ll get the clothes and change right away.”

Stephan gazed at the girl’s increasingly flushed cheeks, his thin lips twitching. “Kiss me, and I’ll give you the clothes.”

Of course, he was just teasing her out of habit; he didn’t really expect Alana to kiss him.

But he never expected that she would actually. Alana’s eyelashes fluttered at the man’s request.

Although she was deeply shaken inside, she wasn’t surprised.

She and he...had already done it several times.

Now, it was just a kiss.

At first, she had strongly resisted his unreasonable demands. But perhaps because they’d been intimate so many times, she no longer felt as resistant, she

could even accept it now.

Alana lifted her clear, luminous eyes to gaze at the handsome face mere inches away, and those two thin, rosy lips.

In the soft light, they glowed with a sensual, alluring sheen. She hesitated for only a moment before standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his. It was a fleeting touch, barely a brush, before she pulled back.

“Is that enough?”

Little did she know that this single, proactive kiss had stirred up a storm of emotion within the man.

Stephan stared at her in disbelief, his heart pounding violently.

It felt as though he’d suddenly ran dozens of kilometers; his adrenaline was surging wildly. The scent of the girl’s soft, fragrant lips still lingered on his own.

So clear, so intense.

His breathing was slightly ragged as he fixed his gaze intently on the girl before him, his voice dropping several notches.

“Lana, what do you mean?”

Alana bit her lip, suppressing the indescribable shyness welling up inside her. “Just exactly what you said. I kissed you, and you gave me the clothes.”

Stephan stared at her exquisitely lovely face, his eyes deep and dark, resembling the abyss of desire.

“I told you to kiss me, and you actually did? You weren’t like this before.”

Before, when he’d asked her to kiss him, she’d resisted fiercely, preferring to refuse his help rather than initiate a kiss herself.

But this time, she kissed him?!

What happened to her initial resistance? What about her former principles?

Alana was too embarrassed to answer the man’s question. “Are you going to give me the clothes or not?”

Stephan pressed his tongue firmly against his back molars and seized the moment to make a demand.

“Kiss me again. That wasn’t enough.”

“You!”

Alana glared at him in a mix of shame and anger. “You tricked me again!”

Even though she was furious, her tone remained soft, just like the playful, flirtatious banter between lovers.

How could Stephan resist? He took a step forward, cupped her face in his warm hands, and coaxed her in a hoarse whisper.

“Be a good girl, let’s kiss again. That wasn’t enough just now.”

Besides, this time she’d initiated the kiss, it meant something entirely different.

Alana blushed, pressing her soft little hands against the man’s chest. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in mock reproach. “You...don’t push your luck...”

Stephan admitted thick-skinnedly, “Hmm, I just love taking advantage of you. Besides, I’ve been taking advantage of you for ages, you know that.”

Alana’s face flushed crimson; she didn’t know how to retort.

“Be a good girl. Kiss me again.”

His eyes were filled with longing, making no attempt to hide his desire for her.

Alana was mortified and tried to pull away, but he cupped her cheeks, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

He was very close to her, just inches away. His skin was so smooth you couldn’t even see his pores.

His breath was hot, and the crisp scent of his body enveloped her, sending her heart into a flutter before she knew it.

Alana didn’t know how they ended up kissing, nor whether he had initiated it or she had.

And just like that, they found themselves kissing, caught up in the moment. Their tongues entwined, their breaths mingled.

It added a touch of sensuality to the quiet night.

Before she knew it, Alana found herself pinned down on the bed by the man.

Her breathing was ragged, her legs felt weak, and she pushed him away feebly with her hands. “Enough, enough, stop kissing me...”

Stephan was pushed away slightly. He propped himself up on his hands, resting them beside Alana, and looked down at her from above.

The girl had just endured his first round of assault. Her face was flushed, her eyes moist and hazy. Her soft, delicate lips were swollen and glossy, glistening with a faint sheen of moisture.

Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a fragrant breath; the sweet, aromatic opening beckoned one to explore it, to keep taking.

Stephan couldn’t help but raise his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the girl’s tender red lips before slowly slipping inside.

The warm, moist sensation, combined with the girl’s clear, moist, and soft eyes staring at him, dazed and pitiful.

It only further stoked the man’s desire to ravish her. Her long, lustrous black hair lay in soft, disheveled strands.

The men’s bathrobe she wore had become hopelessly loose. The fabric that should have covered her chest had spread wide to either side.

The white, supple curves in the center were fully exposed.

The man stared at the girl beneath him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke in a hoarse, low voice, “No more kissing.”

Upon hearing this, Alana was just about to breathe a sigh of relief. But the man’s next words left her breathless.

“But... can we do it?”

Alana’s slender body shuddered violently.

Do it?

Wasn’t what he did the other day enough?

How could a man’s needs in that department be so outrageously excessive? Her lips trembled; though nervous, she managed to stay calm.

“Stephan, you said it was over between us.”

Stephan stared at her with a deep, intense gaze.

Then, he let his body slowly lower, pressing down on top of her. Unabashedly, he felt the softness against his chest.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, the intimacy almost too much.

Alana squirmed uncomfortably.

The slight movement of her body intensified the friction between them. She looked at him helplessly, reminding him, “Steph...Stephan...you said...”

Stephan stared at her, feigning ignorance. “What did I say?”

Alana said, her face flushing, “You... you said...that we’re over...You wouldn’t cling to me, and you wouldn’t touch me...”

His cold, pale fingertips gently traced the outline of her lips. “But just now, you were

the one who initiated it.”

Alana’s soft lips were teased by the man’s fingertips, leaving her heart in turmoil.

“You...you asked me...”

His eyes darkened as he continued to tease her.

“Just because I asked you, you still had the choice to do it or not. Well, I’m asking you now to be with me now. Are you willing to do it with me?”

Alana was utterly flustered; the question was too shameful for her to even respond to. Between them, she had never been the one in control.

Stephan stared intently at her, not missing even the slightest flicker of reaction on her face. “Why aren’t you answering? It’s because deep down, you want to, don’t you?”

Alana’s breathing quickened as she shook her head. “No, that’s not it...”

Stephan’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Whether that’s true or not, I’ll find out for myself.” His long fingers moved downward, grasping the robe’s sash tied around her waist. Slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, he began to untie it...With a torturously slow pace.

Alana gasped and reached out to stop him. “No!”

But her feeble strength was no match for him.

With just a slight tug, he easily untied it.

And the look in his eyes was unashamedly predatory, as if she were a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Alana’s eyelashes were damp, veiled in a mist, her eyes filled with a pitiful plea.

Begging him to spare her.