234: In Egon's chambers (part 2)

In Egon's chambers (part 2)

His smirk held a hint of lust, a touch of mischief, and an allure that was undeniably irresistible.0

"Kissing you? I want to do that. But there is so much more. We will get to the kissing part if you're patient."

She felt the initial signs of embarrassment at the implication, but it quickly faded when Egon released her wrists, intertwining their fingers instead. She couldn't help but marvel at the sensation of his bare skin against hers—the small, repeated sparks and the undeniable sense of rightness it brought.

For one eternal moment, they locked eyes, and it felt as if nothing could interrupt the peace that enveloped them. It filled Adela, reaching deep within her, a blatant contrast to the haggardness of their breathing and the unsteadiness of their hearts. Yet somehow, the two sensations managed to complement each other perfectly.

"I cherish this moment, for you are mine, and I will reveal precisely what I see when I gaze upon you," he murmured tenderly.

When Egon's gaze shifted down to her lips, a flutter of butterflies took flight in her stomach.

"Plump, incredibly inviting,"

She took a sharp breath, and his Adam's apple bobbed as her lips parted.

"It's always a debate on whether or not I should just go for the kiss whenever I lay eyes on you... I want your lips desperately... I enjoy their taste tremendously."

She held very still for a long moment while his eyes, dark and predatorial, continued to crave her lips. She couldn't bring herself to look down at his lips, as she wasn't sure she had enough restraint left in her to hold back from pulling him towards her and initiating the kiss that he still denied her.

He tightened his recently shaved jaw, and she closely examined it.

"Here I am, trying to tease you, and all I do is torment myself in the process." His voice came out strained, as if he could no longer hold back the temptation. He brushed his thumb over her lips.

Adela closed her eyes, savoring the light shocks that ran through her body and transformed into an impatient thrill. A dull ache of heaviness started forming in her nether regions.

All of a sudden, yet slowly, he pushed his thumb inside her mouth, feeling her teeth and tongue.

"Draw it into your mouth."

When she followed his instructions, his entire face transformed into a carnal expression, his eyes turning into pools of desire, while she herself was filled with the giddiest sensations.

"How do I taste, love?"

It was a rhetorical question as his thumb filled the entire space in her mouth. but her brain, which was getting lighter, registered an answer. His skin tasted rather salty, and his thumb, like the rest of his hand, was calloused—a reminder that he was not as invincible as he thought himself to be.

Egon's other hand ran through her hair, sending shivers down her spine.

"If you only knew how much I wanted to touch your hair the first time I ever saw it," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. Taking his thumb out of her mouth, he pressed it against her lips again then pulled her closer.

Feeling his massive, hard parts, she flushed even more, the warmth spreading across her cheeks.

"Look at me," he urged as he brought his hands down.

Her eyes lazily focused on his and she saw a primal glint in them, but then they closed again, and a triumphant smile spread across his face.

What did her own expression reveal to him? She was grateful she couldn't see herself now.

He kissed her forehead and inhaled deeply.

"Jasmine," he mumbled to himself, "It gets more intense when we interact intimately. You are like a carnivorous flower, luring me in with your sweet nectar as if you needed that... How much more lured can a man be?"

"Egon," she weakly chided, wanting to hear him continue, but feeling incredibly embarrassed by what he was saying.

He took her hand and placed it over his chest, securing it there.

"Your lips are delicious, however, there are infinite possibilities of what I want to do with every single part of you."

He brought his nose closer to hers, and she felt his warm breath on her lips, which throbbed with anticipation.

"That's the best space between us, when there is no room left between the two of us anymore."

He held her gently, cupping her face with one hand, and finally, pressing his lips onto hers ever so lightly.

It was too light.

Her lips pressed onto his, deepening the kiss.

The intensity of the moment reached a crescendo, and she saw stars in her vision that almost covered his face.

"Every kiss is like the first kiss, and each one surpasses the previous," he slurred, breathing harshly with his chest emitting groan-like sounds, all while talking without ever breaking the kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled back, creating a significant height difference between them as he looked down at her.

"Was I your first kiss?"

She found his question endearing, and with a gentle smile, she clutched his shirt and rose on her tiptoes, whispering, "Yes."

"Thank God," he said with a relieved voice, his face determined. Egon's arms closed tightly around the middle of her back. "I will keep you safe and comfortable," he assured her.

With that, he swiftly picked her up in his arms, holding her close as he carried her.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he said softly as he continued to carry her, ensuring she felt secure in his embrace. Adela followed his instruction, interlocking her hands behind his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his muscles beneath her fingers.

"Now your legs, wrap them around my waist."

When she complied again, he moved one hand under her thigh. Then, giving her enough time to adjust her weight, he moved his other hand under her other thigh.

"I can hold you like that for as much as you'd let me."

The feel of his body against hers, the rhythm of his breathing, and the strength in his embrace. It was a struggle to rein in her emotions. It was almost painful, the fact that she was able to stop herself from moving against him.

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