Chapter 3 Desire...

Atasha made sure Gael would snap his senses and seize the opportunity. Her chastity isn't important for her at all. What she cared about was the chance she'll get.

Nowadays, brides are mostly not virgins when they get married. Therefore, her chastity won't be her groom's concern. She can be honest with him for that.

His lips... The rhythm of his kiss, it shows expertise. What would she expect? That Gael DeLuca was innocent when it comes to this matter? That's more of a lie if they ask her. We are both breathing heavily.

"Bend your back a little, spread your legs as well, my Peony," he huskily demands. His eyes were serious but gentle.

Fuck! She's not really drug*ed but she's... excited! Is this how a body reacts when someone was... touching you this way? He looks at her lips again, and the second time he kisses her, she gasps and gives in entirely.

He captures her lips hungrily, more intense and needy. She opens her lips and kisses him back, demanding, possessive, invading his tongue this time.

She found herself claiming the man that she targets. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Tell me to stop now while I'm willing to do so. The moment that I move forward, you can't beg me to control myself anymore. It's either you snap your sen-nghn..."

She shut his lines by biting his lower lip. "You already act like a hero, so live with it," she whispers huskily, looking at him with an enticing glance.

"You choose this yourself, kitten. You have to quench this thirst," he whispered, breathing in my lips.

She moans when he runs his lips on her neck. He runs his fingers on her legs, making her body tingle because of the delicious jolts his palm brings. He rolls up her dress's skirt.

"Spread your legs, show me your gem... Atasha..." She gulps.

Her throat feels dry after she hears how sexy and enticing the tone he uses when he calls her name. He lowers his face and places her legs on his shoulder.

He leans in, his hot breath brushing against her core. His finger hooks into the waistband of her panties. Gael pulls her undies aside and buries his face between her legs.

"Nghnn...! Fuck!"

Atasha cursed and pushed his face on her needy c*nt. He laps her hungrily; his movements were completely skilled, designed to drive any woman wild with pleasure.

She falls for it. "You taste so much sweeter and divine... Atasha. It's driving me crazy already..."

She was stunned when he whispered those words. She looks down, and their eyes meet. He looks so hot and handsome when he smirks and licks his lips.

She gulps, but before she can say something, he dives back, making his movement more erratic yet delicious. He doubles his effort, his tongue circling around her clit, and plunges back inside her.

Fucking her with no mercy, pure and raw pleasure that vibrates and sends shivers of pleasure through her body. "What is your name? I want to know your name..."

He halts a bit and smirks. "Gael DeLuca." She wraps her legs around his neck and spreads her legs, showing him how wet she had become. "Don't hold back... Gael."

His eyes dilated. He continues and sucks her sensitive bud, flicking his tongue back and forth, driving her closer to her edge.

Gael became hungrier when Atasha called his name in such an angelic tone. "Come for me, Atasha... I know you're already there," he whispers, licking her glistening entrance.

"I want it inside... your tongue or finger, any of it should do," she requested.

He smirked. He flattens his tongue and pushes it deep inside her pu*sy. It was tight. He didn't expect her insides to be this tight. He thrusts his tongue inside.

His hands grip her hips and hold her steadily. Gael smiled between his tongue's movements when he felt her walls tighten. He reached her G-spot and pleasured Atasha at its peak.

He inserts his tongue deeper, harder, and faster as his finger continues to firmly rub her sensitive nub. Her body starts to tremble.

"I think... something is coming?!"

He feels her body tense. Her thighs clamp tighter around his head. Gael enjoys tasting and watching her orgasm. He moans against her core and muffles over her flesh.

He still moves his tongue inside her and sips her juices and drinks them to quench his thirst. He kissed her pussy and licked her thigh, looking at her, tempting and charming.

Atasha's face was flushed, and her lips were parted as she breathed heavily. Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils were dilated with desire, staring at him with a mixture of innocence, hunger, and desire. She's fucking enticing!

He wants to devour her and put her in a hot, steamy mess! "Shit!" he cursed.

He was about to withdraw before he completely lost control and shoved his shaft inside her beautiful pu*sy, but she... grabs his hand and pulled him closer, burying her face in his!!

"Damn!" he gasps.

Her warm breath makes his pants tighter. He's already around beyond his expectation. Atasha was giving him a hard fucking reason to lose his sanity.

"Atasha-"

A moan leaves his lips. His breath was heavier, and his body-getting hotter. "Leaving too soon? What about your concern?" she says, gently raising her head.

Gael didn't know which he wanted to mess with. Atasha's pure and innocent nature or the tempting chic who was looking at him with such erotic eyes.

He raises his hand and was about to touch her face when she licks his palm and softly bites her skin. Bullshit! What kind of desirable trouble is this? Of all fucking nights!

"Kitten, you're asking for too much trouble..."

He held her chin and met her eyes. "I'm not a hero wearing capes, sweetie. I'm a devil wearing a suit."

"Then let's be devoured by your darkness..." she replied.

In one swift move, a groan escapes his lips. The way Atasha opens her mouth and devours his bulge beneath his expensive suit, it's frighteningly delicious.

He can feel the warmth of her tongue, wetting the fabric. "This one says the other way."

She invites a devil that he never knew he had. He's already a beast in bed, but tonight? He can be a devil.

"You keep on provoking me. Don't fail me then. Blame yourself if you can't handle me... Peony."

He was about to unbuckle his pants when she stopped him. That made him smirk yet a little disappointed deep inside. But it's for her own good, and so is mine.

"I'll let you if I can't handle it but... I know I can; I surely can," she responds. He grunted and finally gave in.