Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 79: Spa room and a Promise

[Leif’s POV — Spa Room—Thorenvald Estate—Continuation]

The spa room still slled of warm oil and faintly of Alvar’s cologne—dangerous, intoxicating, and sohow comforting all at once. My back still tingled from the "massage" that had doubled as an intimate warning from my fiancé: never let anyone else touch .

He leaned closer, his hands brushing against my thighs, lifting them with deliberate ease. My heart thudded violently in my chest. I placed a trembling hand on his chest, trying to inject reason into the haze of desire clouding my mind.

"Alvar... we can’t... not here," I murmured, voice shaky. "Soone could—walk in."

He blinked, lips curling into that maddening smirk, and pressed a feather-light kiss to mine. "Relax, my love. I locked the door and I promise, I won’t... put it in. Just... a little play."

A shiver ran through . I was already drunk on the tension, the way his hands spread my legs apart effortlessly, and the casual dominance in every movent. His eyes glinted with promise, teasing yet impossibly tender.

"I... I don’t know what your ’little play’ ans," I whispered, voice thick, heart hamring, "but... I hope... it ends soon."

He chuckled softly against my lips, a low, possessive sound that made my knees weak. "Oh, my love... it will be just long enough to remind you who has the right to touch you. And don’t worry—I plan to savor every mont."

He rolled his sleeves higher, letting the smooth skin of his forearms glint in the candlelight, and unbuttoned his shirt just enough to reveal the curve of his chest. Dipping his left hand into the oil bowl, he rubbed his palms together, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine.

"You look at like that," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "and then tell to stop? That’s unfair, love."

His fingers brushed my chest, tracing slow circles around my nipples—teasing, claiming. A tremor rippled through , and a soft sound escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Mmm... oh..."

"Sotis," he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against my ear, "I wish I could steal you away—just you and , far from everything. Keep you all to myself."

My knees went weak, a shaky breath escaping before it turned into a soft, helpless moan. "Ah... please..."

His hands road over my chest, fingers gliding in slow, teasing circles around my nipples, tracing every inch of skin as if daring to tell him to stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t.

"Why don’t you just move in with already?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over my ear, voice low and rough with want. "Call it... pre-marital practice. Or better—bridal training."

The words sent a bolt of heat straight through . His gaze caught mine—dark, hungry, the kind of look that stripped away every defense I had left.

"Hhngh—hah..."

I tried to speak, to form a single coherent word, but my body had already surrendered. Every glide of his hands—slick with oil, firm and unhurried—sent another shiver racing through . My breath ca unevenly, chest rising and falling under his touch, and the only sounds I could manage were soft, broken moans that filled the room.

"Mmm... oh..." I gasped as his fingers traced teasingly around my belly, circling and claiming, making my knees weaken.

Each glide, each whisper of breath against my skin, sent heat spiraling through . I was acutely aware of him—of the way his hands lingered and the way his eyes devoured .

"Hnghh—ha—!"

I raised my trembling hands, desperate for more.

"Kiss... ..." I whispered, breathless.

He smirked, a slow, wicked curl of lips, and then finally kissed . The kiss was both gentle and hungry, teasing and possessive, as if he could morize every reaction of mine with a single touch. At that ti...we just pulled each other close and lted in each other embrace and his touch.

"Hah...hah..."

My back arched into him instinctively, moans escaping uncontrollably, soft and desperate.

His hands road with deliberate patience, tracing every curve, every sensitive spot, igniting fire wherever they touched. The oil on his palms made every stroke glide hotter, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.

"God... why are you so damn perfect?" he murmured against my lips, voice low and husky, each word sending a fresh wave of heat through .

I held his hand, my gaze locked in his stormy blue eyes—cold for everyone else, but for , they burned like fire. I felt myself losing control, drowning in him, wanting nothing more than to be close, to disappear into him completely.

Then he leaned closer, and he rubbed his tongue on my nipple.

"Aaahh...mmh—!"

It was gentle and claiming, every motion igniting sothing deep inside . His mouth moved against my nipple, sucking with a hunger, and I clutched him as if letting go would make him vanish.

When he finally broke, he pressed his forehead to mine, and I could feel the warmth of his lips.

"You’re just... so beautiful, Leif," he whispered, his words slow and deliberate. "I still can’t believe you’re mine."

My heart thundered at his confession. No matter how many tis we did, every mont with him felt like the first ti all over again—the way his hands lingered, the way his eyes devoured , the way he made forget the world outside this room.

I wanted to lose myself in him, lt completely, and never think about anything else. And as he pulled closer, I realized I didn’t want to resist. I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to be his—body, heart, and soul.

He pressed his lips to my eyes, his breath warm, his touch electric. "Every ti I look at you," he murmured, "I feel like I’m falling all over again."

I smiled, my chest tightening. " too. I really love you, Alvar."

His stormy blue eyes darkened, a dangerous, possessive gleam lighting them. And without warning---

THURST!!!

"Aaahhhh—!!"

He pressed his two fingers inside my butt ho, his hands roaming inside with a desperate hunger. I gasped as his fingers traced along , teasing, exploring, opening wide, and sending shivers that made my knees weak.

"Ah... Alvar..." I moaned, muffling my sound against his shoulder, my hands clutching at his chest as waves of heat rolled through . Every brush of his fingers, every graze, made ache for more.

"You... always know how to drive insane, don’t you?" he murmured, voice rough and low, pressing closer, lips brushing against my ear. "Every ti, it’s like the first ti..."

I shivered, arching into him, letting go of every restraint. My breath ca in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as he traced, teased, and played with my hole. He drew out every ounce of tension between us. The air around us felt electric, every touch sending fire through my veins.

"Nghh—! Hah...mmmh—!"

And then his lips moved along my jaw, neck, and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "How co you’re so sweet?"

"Ngh...Alvar...Hah..."

"...And I love the way you moan my na."

Every teasing graze of his lips, every brush of his hands, made shiver, moan softly, and lt completely under him. My body ached for him, every nerve alight with desire.

"Hah...slow..." I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

He smirked, ignoring my protest, and thrust another finger inside .

"Moan for , Leif...more," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

I trembled as his touch drove wild. "Slow...down...please..." I gasped, desperate, my chest heaving. He thrust his three fingers deep inside ...stretching, widening and faster.

"Can I put in...just one round, my love. You’re driving insane," he said, his voice dark with hunger.

"Hah...aah...No...we...not here... Please..." I said, as he kept thrusting his fingers with a speed I couldn’t control.

He caught my gaze with a sly, dark smile. "Then promise ...you’ll moan for harder on our wedding night," he teased, his eyes burning with heat and mischief.

I swallowed hard, every part of afla, and whispered back, "I promise... I’ll moan for you... and let you do whatever you want."

His smirk deepened, and he started thrusting deeper and even closer, the warmth and weight of him consuming . Every movent, every brush, sent waves of pleasure racing through until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

SPLAAAT!!!!!

I spilled over, my body trembling as I collapsed onto his shoulder, my heartbeat mingling with his, our breaths ragged and shared.

He held there, murmuring against my hair, "Don’t forget the promise, love," and I let myself sink fully into him, heart and soul, lost in the heat, love, and intensity of us.