Chapter 65: Read Thoughts

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'What was that feeling?'

Nevaeh had never felt the way she was now, before. His hot breath was touching her there, and it increased her temperature by leaps. 

She wanted him to kiss her again but without the restriction of the material covering her. And as if he had heard her plea, ripping sounds of cloth passed through her ear and in the next second, she felt his tongue on her fold. She was naked before him, and that jolted her brain back to reality.

What was she thinking? She couldn't let him kiss her there. She tried moving backwards, but Dale's reflex was fast as his strong hands pulled closer, and he buried his lips there. His tongue ran up the entire length of her core.

"Lord-" She moaned at the delicious and strange feeling that soared through her.

"That is it, love. Just relax, my angel." He muttered, and Nevaeh could swear his lips were still against her because she felt her muscles twitch at the movement of his lips.

Her nails dug into the sheet when he spread the lips of her core and sucked her most sensitive part. She writhed and squirmed. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell into the abyss of carnal pleasure. It was remarkable and tauntingly delightsome. She wanted more. Bundles of nerves and muscles were being interlinked in her stomach.

Her hand subconsciously reached for his head, desperately asking him to give her more. More of his mouth and wicked tongue. She didn't want this feeling to end. And as if he understood her cry, he went deeper, moved faster, pleased every part of her till loud cries of pleasure came gushing out of her mouth.

"E-ngel, please." She cried. Tears pooled in her eyes, but this time it wasn't tears of fear or pain but of pleasure—the pleasure of this devilish man working wonders on her.

"Oh god." She gasped when he gently pressed his teeth against her folds, holding them together and building some anticipatory tension and need in her. In a swooping move, he flicked her clits with his tongue, making her jolt. 

"Damn, you Engel!" She cussed, making the man chuckle.

He groaned when she dug her nails in his back, and that stirred him to eat her more. His tongue sorted her entrance, and he thrust it in but pulled away whenever he hit that small barricade. 

Nevaeh didn't know how long that had gone, but soon she felt a burning pressure building inside of her. She felt every stroke of his tongue in a magnified and intense way, and she felt like she might explode. In her head, she was floating in a cloud of ecstasy with images of Dale soaring around. 

"Engel, I-I," 

"Let it out, love. All of it." He said, and as if that was all she needed, Nevaeh felt a thundering load of pleasure hit her, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She felt hot juice slip out of her, but Dale had his lips still mounted on her like he wanted to drink out of the stream that flowed out of her. He kissed her dry till she stilled, and all she could hear was ragged breath.

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment when he looked at her with a naughty smile and licked his lips. 

"Feel good?" He cocked a brow at her. 

She covered her face in embarrassment and looked away, too ashamed to admit that was the most remarkable feeling she had ever felt, and she had enjoyed it without guilt. She had utterly forgotten about every negative emotion she had been wallowing in.

A deep chuckle rumbled out of his chest, making her look at him through her fingers.

By the gods, the man was sinfully beautiful, and he made her want to commit more sin with him. 

She flinched when he plopped himself by her side and wrapped his hand around her waist. But soon, her shoulders slouched, and she melted into his embrace. This felt good. Really good.

"You should think less, love. You'll always have me, always." He kissed her shoulders while he pulled her closer. 

Nevaeh wished his words could be true. She also wanted that. She didn't know when this covetousness or greed started, but she wanted his words to be true. A part of her wanted him, and she still wasn't sure why.

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She jolted out of her reverie when she heard the sound of the door, and her shaded face went a few shades darker when she saw the half-naked man approaching her with a tray of food. He was bent on feeding her. 

"Why's your face red?"

"Nothing." She lied as she put away the cup of chocolate that had now turned cold on the bedside table. She was too embarrassed to look at him.

He shot her a knowing look that suggested he already had his answer, but he was going to let her get away this time. She shyly bit her lips and lowered her head in embarrassment. They had both done something intimate, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. She should have built a stronger resolve. Even if she did, she was sure he'd bring it down with little or no effort. This man was a walking, living, breathing temptation. A temptation that made her want to forget all her morals and simply sin with him.

"Did you go to the kitchen like this?" She asked, her eyes staring at his bare chest. He chuckled and nodded his head, making her eyes widen.

"You don't have to be so possessive, wife. No one saw me." He told her, but she glared at him. 

"I'm not hungry." She said before he could even put the tray down.

"You didn't eat the fruits I asked you to."

How did he know?

"Did Laila tell you?" She asked in a guilty note.

"She didn't have to. The maids' thoughts were loud and clear."

The maid thoughts. He could read the maids thoughts?

Her eyes widened as she gazed at him. "You can read thoughts?" She asked in shocked surprise, but her eyes widened more when he replied. 

"Yes."

Yes? Did that mean he could read hers? If he could, what did that mean? That maybe he knew? Her heart suddenly began to beat.

"Can you can read mine?" She didn't know what answer to expect. Her heart was already hammering fast.

"No." He said. Was that disappointment she heard in his voice? She didn't know why she felt relieved by his answer. But wait, he couldn't read hers? Why?

"Why can't you read mine? Is there something wrong with me?" She panickly asked. She couldn't believe she was worried he couldn't read her thoughts. What did she even want? 

She watched as his face turned serious. He held her hand and moved closer to her. 

"There's nothing wrong with you, love."

"Then why can't you... Are there other people whose thoughts are unreadable?" She asked, but he shook his head.

"Just you." He told her. "And which I somehow still find strange."

Nevaeh narrowed her eyes at him, "Strange? How?" 

He sighed as he kissed the back of her hand. "The first time we met, I had read your thoughts, and you were about to die.. You were sad and depressed, and you desired me to kill you."

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