Chapter 64: Easing The Tension

Warning: R18. Read with caution. (But I know you'll still read. Hehe)

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A cup of warm chocolate was pressed against her lips while she leaned against the headboard of the large kings' sized bed. Her eyes were lost in space, but her mind was filled with the events of this morning. Dale had done a lot to her, and at the mere thought of it, her cheeks turned brick red. She bit the side of her lips when she remembered it all. 

"Engel, what are you doing?" She had asked in a lazy voice, almost sounding like a whisper. She could see his intention, but she still asked. 

His lips curved in a wicked way that made him look more mischievous and sinfully handsome.

"Easing the tension."

Easing what tension? Her tension? 

She didn't think this was the best way to ease whatever she felt. She wanted to talk to him. She had just been crying moments ago because of how she felt, and now he was making her feel something else: heat and hunger.

Nevaeh had her mouth gaped when he continued to travel up her thighs, his mouth dropping spine curling kisses wherever his lips touched, and his tongue intentionally teasing her skin. In contrast, his fingers slowly travelled up her other leg.

The feeling was tingling and stimulating and.... taunting. She arched her back when his lips reached her inner thighs, and he decided to use his rough, hot tongue to tickle her skin. A low gasp escaped her lips in excitement. She was burning up like a sick cub with fever. He was igniting a fire in her. A fire she wanted to quench before it consumed her and her rationality, but he was slowly tilting her off that cliff. 

Her hand reached for his shoulders, but he gripped them just before she could touch him. He was careful enough to avoid the cut on her hand.

Her half hooded eyes flew open when he stopped her. She held her breath when his gorgeous face came on display. His hair hanging over a side of his face and his magical eyes, gleaming and staring at her with intense passion like he could set her ablaze like an inferno.

She waited to hear what he'd say, but he left her dumbfounded when he put her fingers in his mouth and began to lick them like a delicious cone of ice cream, with his seductive gaze still fixed on her. His movement was slow, stirring up a turmoil of strangling anticipation. Nevaeh felt embarrassed having him lick her fingers while he stared at her like she was some goddess whose feet he'd worship and grovel at. Her hands weren't even washed, but pondering about the dirtiness of her fingers became the least of her worries when he began to do something crazier—touching her core.

Even though it was just the tip of his fingers grazing her folds through the linen of her underwear, Nevaeh still felt she could melt into the sheets of the bed and simply vaporise with the amount of heat burning up inside of her. She felt like molten lava.

"D-Dale," 

"Mm," He answered without looking at her. He kissed her hand down till he diverted his attention towards her chest, which he was now torturously pleasuring with his mouth. He grazed her nipple through her gown, making her squirm.

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"I'm... very hot." She said. Her eyes glowed, and her batted breath hitched when he looked at her again. 

"That is good, my love. Hot is good." His husky voice replied before rolling the hand of her dress off, leaving her shocked as she wondered when and how he had undone her zip. His eyes darkened when her mounds came in view, and Nevaeh could swear his eyes had changed again.

He kissed her taut pink nipples, and she writhed underneath him. 

"Careful, love. You don't want to hurt your hand."

Hurt her hand? He was the one hurting her with all these wicked things he was doing. Her body was twitching and burning with need. He was making her feel what she hadn't felt before. And his heated body on hers made her feel she was in a burning furnace about to be extinguished by his fiery passion. It was too much.

She moaned when his tongue rolled around her areolar, and his hand played with the other, flicking the nipples in a way that made her jolt with sensuous waves. 

"Da–." She swallowed her words when he sucked her breast, and soon he alternated his movement between both breasts. It was maddening and passionate. Nevaeh has never felt anything like it before. She felt, even more, need and passion, in places, she hadn't thought she could. A web of dark bliss engulfed her, and she feared she was going to be lost in it. 

She squirmed when he pulled away from his wicked exploration on her mounds and crawled down on her. Nevaeh could feel rational warning bells set off in her head, but the chains of lust had shackled her to her knees, and she was at the mercy of Dale Stuart and his deviousness. Even now, the man exuded a kind of aura that made her want to claim him for herself. She wanted him for herself and no one else. 

What was all this?

She jerked at intervals when electrifying waves coursed through her skin, and the muscles of her stomach contracted when his lips touch her. He was going down on her, and her pounding heart began to thump harder. 

He held her legs apart and planted himself there. Her eyes flew wide open when she wondered what he was about to do. He couldn't...he shouldn't go that far. 

"Engel, Please don't." Her tiny voice seeped out. But he looked at her briefly before looking at her lady part, making her face flush with embarrassment. 

"I'm not doing anything, love. I just want to kiss you and have a taste of you. It will reduce your tension." 

He should stop saying that. She didn't want ...him...to

"Uhmm", She moaned when she felt his lips suddenly pressed against the lips of her core. It was surprising and incredibly sensuous.. She jolted when he kissed her again, and Nevaeh felt a gush of shocking and stimulating waves wash through her.

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