Chapter 147
The heat in his gaze was raw and burning, and it sent a tremor through me. My body was shaking, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his stare.
He knows how much I want this because he could see me dripping.
I was the one naked and the one completely turned on.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked, his voice rougher now, like he was struggling to keep it steady. The sound of it sent a shiver down my spine, and my thoughts scattered, my brain too foggy to form a coherent response.
I pointed without thinking, my finger landing on my knee, where his lips just left. His brow arched, and a slow, teasing smile spread across his face.
My face burned as I realized my mistake, embarrassment flooding me. I pointed at the wrong spot.
He didn’t say anything, just pressed the ice pack to my knee, letting it linger before replacing it with his lips. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, and when he sucked gently, I let out a shaky breath, my hands fisting the bedspread.
He sucked on it like he was eating it up, the same way he ate me up.
And I couldn’t help but wish his lips was on my pussy instead. The thought made another round of precum flow from my pussy.
Fuck.
I swear he’s going to pay for teasing me.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes met mine, that same playful smile tugging at his lips.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked again, his voice softer now, almost a whisper, mirroring the tremble in my own. It was like he was daring me, pushing
me to take the next step.
We were playing a game, and I was ready to play.
My heart pounded as I pointed to my thigh, higher up this time, my hand trembling slightly.
He nodded, silent, his eyes darkening as he pressed the ice pack against my skin. The cold made me gasp, but when he replaced it with his tongue, warm and slow, my whole body ignited in tiny pieces of sparks.
I gripped the bed tighter, my knuckles white, as he sucked gently, his lips teasing my skin like it was something precious.
He’s so close. So close to where I want him.
When he looked up again, I didn’t wait for his question. My hand moved, pointing to the sensitive skin of my upper thigh, so close to my pussy that my
breath hitched.
He gave a smirk but picked up the ice pack. I was losing, I knew it. But at this point, I don’t care been called a loser.
When he removed the ice and replaced with his lips, I couldn’t help the moan that shamelessly escaped from my lips.
‘Ohh my God. Ohh my…” I could feel his hot breath fanning across my inner thigh. I knew he could smell my arousal, could see how much I wanted him.
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And that turned me on more.
- in.
Please, I thought, my eyes fluttering shut. Please don’t stop.
He lifted his lips and stopped above my pussy, all he needed to do was to just pull out his tongue.
My heart pounded, my body trembling with anticipation, waiting for him to finally give in.
But then he paused. I opened my eyes, a mix of frustration and desire twisting inside me..
I found him watching me, a mischievous glint in his gaze, he had a knowing smile.
He knew he had me where he wanted, knew I was to weak to act strong. Knew I needed him so badly that if he pulled out his shaft, I’ll gladly take it all
“Where does it hurt?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful challenge, he knew exactly how much he was torturing me.
I didn’t hesitate, I was too turned on to think straight.
My hand moved, pointing to the place where I yearned for him most, my breath catching as I watched him.
His eyes
darkened,
and for a moment. He picked up the ice pack, and my heart leapt, my body tense with anticipation as I waited for his next move.
But then he stood up.
My heart stopped as he turned and walked toward the door, the ice pack still in his hand. “I think your leg’s better now,” he said, his tone light, almost too casual, like he hadn’t just set my entire body on fire. “I’ll put this back.”
And just like that, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
My heart was beating so fast like I could get an attack anytime soon.
What the fuck?
Nah fuck this.
I quickly got on my feet, letting the towel fall on the process and not even bothering to pick it up.
All thought of the fake injury forgotten as I ran out of my room.
As I got out, Tristan stood at the door with a victorious smile.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
