CHAPTER 28: HEATED TOUCH

Streams of electricity poured into her body, and she had to grab his head to keep herself from melting into a poodle. She had forgotten she was in pain as her fingers dipped into his thick hair and grabbed a handful.

The pain was sharp at first, making her wince but what followed behind that an extreme sense of thrill, shooting up her head and down her legs. It seemed to mix with the pain and form this satisfying sensation that had her squeezing her legs even more.

She’s never felt this way before.

She was panting when he pulled away and looked into her eyes. His expression wasn’t so null anymore, and his eyes were drilling into hers as he stared, making her feel so exposed and shy.

Color formed on her cheeks, just before he dived into her neck again and continued from where he stopped.

His lips rummaged around, and his teeth which felt as sharp as a blade had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was pretty sure there were now several bite marks on her neck, and all this was making her feel hot. She was sweaty and thirsty.

Not for water. For something else she couldn’t fathom.

Aaliyah could not believe this was happening to her, and she was enjoying it and making joyful sounds with her noise, indirectly asking for more.

His hair was even thicker to the feel, and she felt like she was gonna dishevel it all over his head by the time she was done trying not to cry out in pleasure.

His large hands snaked around her back, successfully avoiding everywhere she was hurt. He pulled her even closer, and she heard him inhaling her, his nose drawing in her scent. She would have tried and push him away at this point if she hadn’t taken that bath earlier.

The dress she was putting on had a stretchable neck, and her pants grew when he gradually pulled down her dress, stopping right above her breasts.

"Alastair!" She begged in a breathless pant as his tongue dragged over her skin, tasting her all over. It didn’t help that he frequently kissed and bit the area, all the way to both her shoulders and back up her neck again.

This was what she had asked for. To... strengthen their bond.

"Hm?" His heated breath hummed against her skin.

He grabbed her waist, squeezing the flesh of her small waist. The heat of his hand made her feel like she was burning there, but a very good kind of burn that was overwhelming and she didn’t want it to stop.

He hugged her against his body, and she called out his name helplessly again. She thought she was going to explode with all this going on and on, telling herself that she might not be able to handle it like she thought.

Her legs remained squeezed shut, embarrassed about what was going on there. She didn’t even want to know just how much she was flooding herself down there, and if it was even possible for a woman’s body to leak so much.

His continuous onslaught finally had her trying to push him away. She wanted to crawl away and hide in a corner for the next eight days, or run away from the mansion once the opportunity presented itself... but he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.

The second his lips brushed against the side of her breasts, she thrashed and bucked wildly as if something so hard had struck her out of nowhere. The penetrating jitters of pleasure that rocked her core had her eyes spinning, and now she was trying to push his head away.

Absolutely no way was she gonna let this continue.

But, she was no match for his strength.

In a second, he had switched their positions. She was now lying on the couch with her hands above her head, pinned down with his large hand while his forehead was against hers.

She could see his face...his eyes...and he was panting almost as hard as her. Only that his was more controlled.

"Damn...," She heard him groan, just as he buried his lips along her neckline again.

He groped her waist again, and she could feel him pulling up her dress, exposing her legs as it went. Whatever plans he had scheming right now, Aaliyah could not let him see it through.

She panicked and wriggled her legs to make him stop, "Alastair!"

"Hm?" He groaned again, beginning to expose her thigh.

"No... Alastair!!" She cried again, the panic growing. She only had panties under there, but they were very soaked.

That was not even the main problem on ground. She was not a fan of being touched there. She knew her body more than anyone else.

"Alastair, please...,"

The rest of the sentence came out as a loud moan when his hands stopped and his head moved and settled on her cleavage. Even though the dress still covered her, it felt as if there was nothing there at all.

His head brushed against her breasts, making her grow more and more stiff. She was beginning to panic again.

Aaliyah concluded that this was a bad idea. She shouldn’t have said yes to this. Would he stop if she asked him to? If she begged him to?!

She trembled the longer he stayed around her cleavage, silently pleading for him to move away from there and go somewhere else that didn’t make her cringe. She felt so dirty in certain parts of her body, and those two places that brought panic to her system were the main areas.

"What’s wrong?" He purred against her clothing.

Aaliyah swallowed.

As if to make his point, he suddenly grabbed her thighs and she shuddered as a light scream tore out of her lips. Tears flooded her eyes, but she made sure not even a single drop fell. This incident had Alastair recalling the way she had panicked too the other day when he had grabbed her thighs.

He could hear her muffled cries, and even though he didn’t want to...he tore his palm away from her skin and pushed himself up a bit to look at her face.

There was prayer on her lips, pools of sweat on her face, eyes squeezed shut with her facial muscles constricted. She looked so deep in prayer, as if she was trying to tell herself that all this was not happening and that she was only imagining it.

He simply stared at her. She had been traumatized badly.

But it couldn’t have been by him.

In his efforts to console her, he sat down and pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, "Little Siren?" He repeated, calling her back to the present.

Several minutes passed before he felt her begin to relax, and then her arms shot out and wrapped around him with a silent sob.

"Little Siren,"

"Yeah?" She mewled.

"I’m hard,"

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