Chapter 64: Lion’s Den {3}
I humd, my chest rising and falling with every turn and movent of his subli lips on mine, each ti we kissed it felt like sparks were flying within my body ready to explode, and the tension I felt between my legs beca unbearable, I always found it hard to stay on track whenever I’m near him, let alone when he kisses
like a hot fla was kissing my entire body and his body heat rubbing against .
"If we continue like this, you won’t study," he says breathlessly, resting his forehead on mine and drawing on his breath like he was in a marathon and his muscles flexing like he was straining himself.
"I don’t want us to stop" I murmured, going on my tiptoes for another kiss, I pressed my lips on his, my hands placed on his rock-hard chest, and I felt it vibrates from my fingers, it sounded like a growl, I didn’t know much about kissing for Dace has always taken the initiative. I was clumsy and sowhat clueless as I allowed my lips to roam against his, I felt his lips spread in a smile, was I doing it wrong?
"Why did you stop?" he seed intrigued.
"W-Was it bad?"
"No baby" he mused, settling his hands on my waist, rubbing against it. "You were perfect"
A faint smile found my lips and then spread broadly. "O-Okay"
"Don’t tempt
any further, as much as I would want this to continue, I want you to pass your exams. Now go upstairs I will be right there"
"I-I thought we would stay here"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind" I quickly picked up my bag, I noticed it was on the floor when we kissed and then a deep growl chid behind
and I was up on my feet facing Dace with wide eyes.
"Fuck!" he retorted.
Was sothing wrong? I couldn’t get my answer, as Dace gazed upon like I was so al, it both frightened and made
wetter.
"It’s gonna be really hard with your arousal filling my brain," he remarks and I blushed so hard that my cheeks burned from it.
"Go"
I nodded like a child, turning on my heels and going up, I could feel his stare burning on , but I was too shaky to turn because I had a feeling sothing might happen if I did.
Just when I made a turn after the little line of stairs I was in his spacious bathroom, seeing the white fur that covered most of his floor I was forced to take off my boots and let my feet feel the texture of the rug, it felt so good that I almost moaned from it.
His bathroom was quite lavish just like his living room downstairs. The wall was yet another wall of glass just where his bed faced. The thought of waking up to this wonderful view made
envy his room. Everything was in place and spotless just like the rest of the house. I was a ss when it ca to my room but this...was quite interesting, I think I have to discipline myself in keeping my room in order.
I walked to his table set just at the glass wall, where his computer and desktop were on top on display, exactly in order, with the screen turned on and the plain pattern background on display, and then my eyes traveled to the white set of chair and a mini table, that seed more comfortable to sit on. I walked toward it and helped myself to the seat, and the view before setting my book in place. This was so relaxing, and the entire room slt like him, mouth-watering and drowning
in every ti I took a breath of the place.
"Feeling comfortable?"
I whirled as Dace stalked toward
with a smile on his lips, I noticed he held a silver tray with so refreshnts. His jacket was off so he was left in just his white shirt tight against his body. I tried to resist gawking for too long without realizing he had already made his way to , settling the tray on the table and taking a seat beside .
"Y-Your room is beautiful" I finally found my voice.
"Thank you, Emma," he mused.
"Is Emilia around?"
"Yeah she is, but don’t worry about her, no one will interrupt us"
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I think Dace might be a professor if he wants to, he took his ti putting
through all the subjects I had difficulties in and his explanation made it easier to understand, he took deep concentration in breaking down everything for . I couldn’t resist how hot he looked solving so equations with his perfect handwriting. I focused more on watching him as his mouth moves to speak and sotis running his finger in his curly dark hair, bouncing by just the touch of it causing so curls to drop against his forehead in a one-line notion.
He looked like a painting I couldn’t help but admire right now, by being fascinated by which or how it was created, it makes
wonder if God created him too, if werelions were part of the creation, or did they have their own god?
"If you keep staring, I might not be able to control myself further, Emma"
My gaze locked on his hazels that were suddenly lighter than usual, was he controlling himself all this ti?
"I understand most of the subjects now"
He made a hmm sound. "Is that so..."
"Yes," I licked my dry lips. "You make it easier... to... to understand"
"Then you’re lucky to have
as a teacher" he leans toward
still pinning
with his gaze.
"Yes, very lucky" I leaned close and our faces were inches apart. "...to have you tutor " I added in a faint tone.
His hand moved to my lap, his bare hands gently touching my skin made
sigh.
"I haven’t seen you in a skirt before, have I told you that?"
"N-No" I stamred, unable to resist his hand trailing . "D-Does it look bad on ?"
I think I must have blinked for a second because now, he was on top of .
"Baby wearing this, you just added more fuel to the fire"
I opened my mouth to speak but he was quick.
"Prepare to get burned by it"
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