Chapter 122 - The Aggressiveness Of The Angel**
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Once our lips touched once again, everything didn't matter. His lips told me he wanted me; not just my body, but my heart and my soul.
I wanted the same. To love and be loved by him. Nothing else.
Sam carefully traced my waist down to my hip, squeezing my thigh once it reached the ends of my nightdress. I gasped at his faint grip, breaking away from his lips.
He didn't stop, leaving a trail of kisses on my jaw, down to the side of my neck. He savored every bit of me, drowning me with affection.
I didn't retort, offering myself willingly. Devoting my heart and soul solely to him.
I felt his hand slip under my dress, making me arch my back. He took my reaction in his advantage as he encircled his other arm around my slender waist.
My eyes rolled back as he nibbled on my upper chest. Unconsciously, I ran my fingers through his tousled, soft argent hair.
As my hand nestled on his back, I clipped my fingers on it, attempting to pull his shirt off. He chuckled at my sly action, making me blush in embarrassment.
"So adorable." He muttered as he temporarily drew away. On his knees, Sam took off his upper garment, his burning eyes fixed on me.
I could feel my cheek burning at the sight of those dangerous crimson orbs. As soon as he tossed his shirt out of the bed, my mouth fell open.
The timing of the moon shining through the window was perfect. It highlighted his argent hair, defining facial features, sensual collarbones, firm chest, and muscles.
Just the slightest movement exuded masculinity, flexing his elegance. The side of his lips hooked into a teasing smirk as he bent over.
"Why are you making such a face, love?" He breathed, as if barely holding on to his sanity.
"Goodness. You look at me with such intensity, what do I do?"
He whispered in my ear. His tongue flicked my earlobe, teasing me purposely.
This time, I bit my lower lip as hard as I could. His action tickled me. I suppressed the urge to giggle.
"S — sam…" I squirmed a little, titling my head to where it tickles.
"Haha." He chuckled, his hot breaths caressing my ears. How charming, I thought.
The way his chuckles sounded so perfect and alluring. But he didn't stop. Instead, he slowed down, devoting his time, kissing, biting softly, and teasing me.
Squeezing my thigh up to as the tension between us increased. Setting my body more sensitive, straining me to pay attention to every brief touch, every emotion, and every unspoken whisper of love.
I loved every bit of it.
Unconsciously, I placed my hand on his shoulder, tracing his torso down to his arm. However, as soon as I touched the bandage on his arm, my eyes snapped open.
It was as if someone poured me a cold water, forcing me to realize something.
"Sam!" I yelled, pushing him in the chest. But he didn't listen, or rather, he couldn't hear me.
Instead, Sam cradled my body tighter, squeezing my waist lightly. He had lost all his reasons to stop.
My breath hitched, biting my bottom lip. I placed my palm on his chest, breathing in and out, wrapping my leg around him, pushing him.
My action caught him off guard. For pushing and flipping him under me. I wouldn't pull it off if not for my training.
I could see his stunned expression as he looked at me, amazed. I carefully sat down on his member, protruding underneath his trouser.
"Your arm…" I said after pursing my lips, glancing at his arm.
Sam shifted his gaze to his injured arm, lifting it up, and frowned. "Oh. This is nothing."
His countenance told me about his disappointments. Obviously, he didn't want this arm to be a hindrance to what we had started.
The side of my lips curled up, chuckling. Upon hearing my light chuckle, Sam raised a brow as he faced me.
Slowly, I bent down, slipping my fingers on his chest. My hair flowed down to my side. For the first time, I witnessed his breath hitched because of me.
This brought a bubble of excitement and courage to tease him more.
"Your arm will reopen if you strain yourself, Your Grace." I whispered, brushing the tip of my nose against his.
"So, allow me."
As if the spirit of seduction manifested in me, I placed a soft and light smack on his lips. And then trailed kisses to his cheek, jaw, down to his neck.
I merely mimicked him, but when I heard his light gasp, I was just as satisfied. The corner of my lips hooked into a subtle smile, continuing on, kissing his delectable collarbones.
I didn't think. Or rather, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. All I could hear was his expecting gasp as I bite into his chest.
"Lil…" He called out through his gritted teeth.
Sam constantly squeezed my thighs. I felt him every time he flexed his legs as if his toes were curling. No wonder he enjoyed teasing me. It brought this inexplicable satisfaction bubbling in my heart.
Since he didn't have a top on, I could freely roam around his body. Although his body was firm and refine, his skin was supple. He felt vulnerable and delicate, like someone I wanted to protect.
I could not help but devote my time to kissing it. Soothing all the pain of his body, hoping it'll reach his heart.
Unconsciously, my thumb and middle finger clipped his cute nipple, circling my forefinger on it — just like what he usually did. This time, he froze as he suddenly grabbed my wrist to stop me.
Only then I realized how red his face was. It's the first time I've seen so vulnerable and exposed.
"Where did you…" He trailed off, panting for air as if he could barely gather his thoughts. "… how —"
I frowned, but leaned in, placating him with a kiss. "Who else taught me but you."
"Goodness, Lilou. You've become nau —" Before he could finish what he was trying to say, my lips crashed against him. His words drifted inside my mouth as I savored even his moan that came along.
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