Before Alyx found her, he was in an important eting for the Sumr Edition of the company's event. This resort was the chosen location of managent to conduct the runaway. He knew the owner of the resort and invited him to have lunch to sign the contract. Although it was an unexpected request, he nonetheless spares his schedule for lunch and he flies to this island with his private chopper. Since the resort owner was his forr college friend, he thought it wouldn't hurt to visit and do business.
As soon as he landed, George welcod him, they had an exquisite seafood lunch and signed the contract. They discuss their business and private lives. George then offered to take Alyx on a tour so he could see where the event would take place.
They arrived at the beach, where the majority of tourists and holidaymakers congregate.
"Pardon , George,"
"Oh? Sure, go on."
He was wandering his eyes around the surroundings as they spoke. That's when he recognized a woman's back. She was adorned with a white two-piece and casually sipping the coconut shell straw. Even though he had only a hunch that the woman was Yanarym, he did not hesitate to approach her.
Her presence on the beach wasn't particularly noticeable; there were plenty of other ladies who were much more curvaceous and attractive. It is indisputable, however, once your eyes lay on her, you cannot look away. She exuded sothing which drew people to her, and it was more than just her appearance.
As he approached her, he noticed her back crimson from the sunlight. Alyx started to acknowledge her flawlessly curved physique. He was intimately familiar with that body; he adored it and had it engraved on his mind. From that on, he knew it was her.
Alyx took off his coat and knelt to wrap her. Without hesitation, he lifted and carried her in his arms.
"Alyx!" Yanarym grabbed his neck as tightly as she could to keep from falling into the sand. She was taken aback as he lifted her upright out of the blue. Things happened so fast that she found herself lying on the bed being reprimanded.
"Isn't my brother and that doctor enough to satisfy your needs? Why are you here--- wearing this huh?" He uttered in a low, threatening tone.
Yanarym tried pushing him but it was useless as he didn't budge at all. She tightly held his coat to cover her body. She was nervous, she had spoiled herself for these past few days. If Alyx decides to attack her today, the ti she spent taking care of her body would be gone to waste.
"I-I'm on vacation, sir." He peered at her and Yanarym gulped. She tried to sit up, however, he kept embracing her. "You're too c-close --- sir."
"Close? Is this close? I don't think so." He moved to her top and sat at her waist and confined her between his biceps. Their faces were leveled and she could sll his fresh breath hitting her lips.
Yanarym was stuck, she couldn't move her head and he was milliters away from her. She was aware of his intentions as she peers at his eyes that were devouring her soul. Guide-sama clarified her conclusion. He wanted to have sex with her!
"It's been a long ti Rym, but I can't really forget your face --- and your warmth ..." He uttered softly and gently kissed her forehead down to her nose.
Yanarym was devastated by his sweet gestures. It scares her. She knew very well that he was not calm at all! His eyes were raging with overwhelming emotion that she couldn't na. One thing for sure, he held back for too long that he was about to explode right now.
She bit her lips inwards, which made him stop bestowing her kisses. Alyx shifted his eyes from her lips to her eyes,
"Why are you hiding your lips?" He brushed her hair and asked her in a deadly but silent manner. "I tried not to get involved with you and Alvan." He whispered and kissed her again, "But I guess I can't just surrender you to them."
Yanarym gulped again and firmly closed her eyes, Alyx tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. He licked her sunken lips, licked her like an ice cream, and didn't bother to force her to respond or open her mouth. He just keeps on licking her and smooching her lips.
Yanarym thinks this was too weird, he's so reserved although he was savouring her like a pervert, he still was not violent, he's too tranquil. He stopped profaning her face, Yanarym didn't feel movents from him so she opened her eyes. And t his eyes once more, this ti she felt at ease, the surging storm within those gorgeous eyes faded. He was watching her like he was srized by art in the museum.
She had almost forgotten his fetish when she had copulated with him. If Alvan loves to hear her moan his na. Alyx, on the other hand, loves observing her every expression.
"You're really pretty ...the longer I stare at you, the more beautiful you get, why?" Yanarym blinks, she loosened the tension on her body.
"I inherited it from my Mommy." Alyx smiled after seeing her co up with the most logical answer.
"Then, if you get pregnant with my daughter she'll get pretty as you? I think that will be a headache, so just bear a son."
"Huh? ---" Alyx took advantage of her relaxed deanor and lunged at her mouth. He forced his tongue to her and held her head to refrain her from moving.
"Hmm!" She protested violently as he kept on kissing her in a ferocious manner. As she was drowning, she could feel her lung contracting, she's losing access to air. No matter how she struggles he wouldn't let her go, so she did what she thought could do and bite him. Both of them stopped.
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