Possession by Laila Ali (young adult books to read .txt) 📗

"Shh baby doll. No words." he huskily whispered.

He just stared at her, feeling her breathing getting uneven with every passing second, her chest rising up and down with anticipation. His eyes fell again on her plump lips and they stilled there. It had been a while since his lips had felt the softness of her lips on his, which were now shuddering. He could already feel fear bubbling up inside her, radiating off from her in waves. 

The moment was so slow, the time was moving slowly as if they were just two in this world. He slowly leaned onto her lips, tingles already rising on the surface of his lips, at last after a long time, placing them on hers. The thing which he loved about kissing her, her lips perfectly fit to his. As if these were made for him, only him, he only had that claim on her lips.

His lips slowly moved against hers, the soft sound of kissing reverberating in the silent atmosphere.

He pulled back, brushing the surface of his lips with hers, feeling their crackiness. He was going slow and soft, unlike other times.

And then suppressed her lips again by putting his on hers. Her lips getting moulded. There mouth's getting connected. The moment was slow, blissful, like heaven for him.

There eyes closed as they both felt the heat and intensity of the moment, encompassing them when he slowly pulled back again, the skin of her soft dry lips still attached with his at some spots before he completely pulled back and her lips completely detached from his as he plopped his weight on his elbows.

He looked into her fear-filled eyes, anticipation clouding them. She felt her throat getting clogged with the fear. Her heart pacing fast at an unusual speed.

"Calm down, senorita" he whispered, sensing her fear and nuzzled into her soft neck, his beard caressing her neck, "Relax," he muttered, on feeling the involuntary tremors of her fingers which rested on his bare torso. He knew she was anxious and fretful, and her slow shallow breaths were the evidence of it.

Her mind was like as if it got stuck. She was unable to process anything. Her limbs were locked, only anticipation fogged her mind with specks of fear which made her voice to get caught in her throat, making her tongue go dry and heavy in her mouth.

For a moment, she was so kind of surprised that how fast he actually was. Just five seconds ago, he was sitting beside her and now he was all over her.

How on earth?

"You're too fast" she muttered under her breath, saying what was in her brain making him chuckle, indicating to her that he listened to what she said and her eyes widened.

"That I am, senorita," he said and her heartbeat escalated when he found her fingers playing with the hem of her trouser. Suddenly he again attacked her lips this time brutally, depicting his need, showing his thirst, expressing his desire. He sucked onto her lower lips while playing with the hem of her trouser as he continued licking the seam of her lips, urging her to open her lips but she refused, her heartbeat quickening.

His fingers moved down and the back of his fingers caressed her fabric-covered femme and she suddenly gasped with surprise, giving way to his tongue. His tongue explored her mouth, caressing every bit of it. His minty breath colliding with her rosy one, his tongue coaxing her to move with hers.

His fingers again moved down and begin to caress her private area, playing with her fabric-covered folds, causing wetness to accumulate over their, while his other hand rested by her head and his legs encaged her waist.

His tongue stroked her tongue and his lips sucked her lips. He had missed this, her lips, her touch. She was the only woman who has that effect on him, for whom, he himself desires, for her touch, he himself yearns for. For her smile, he himself waits for. She was the one, only one who could evoke that sexual need inside him.

And the intensity increased, his heartbeat sped up as he more viciously began to suck her lips and deepened the kiss. Neither himself breathing in any oxygen nor allowing her to. His fingers begin to move fast against her core, showing his need as he slightly pulled the fabric aside and his fingers made contact with her now bare, private part, the back of his fingers now begin to caress her their feeling the softness of her folds when his fingers caught her nub, pinching her making her gasp with surprise, 

She began to give small punches at his chest, indicating she is running out of oxygen.

He pulled back, breathing heavily and so did she, gulped in air. They were still close, there heavy breaths striking against each other as they breathed in the same air. He pulled back his hand out of her trouser before setting her underwear as it was before and giving her a slight tap their again making her take in a sharp breath with surprise.

He stared into her eyes, she was now breathing evenly, heavy gasps were gone. And then he uttered something which made her completely bewildered, more like the way he said those words.

"I want to take you, Zahra, right here," he said more of a question as if asking her permission and saw utter fear entered her eyes. 

She gulped, trying to move back when he tightened his hold, he called out by her name which showed her how deadly serious he was and his eyes told the same story.

She was confused. If he wanted that then why he wasn't continuing, just like that night?

"Are you ask..ing my permission?" she questioned, uncertainity laced her voice.

"Yes"

She took in a sharp breath. She didn't know how to answer to that. She knew, he had his rights and if she denied then he could do worse as he did before. She was afraid of the consequences, afraid of his outburst, afraid of his reaction but she didn't want to back out. If she didn't want that, then no means no but again that fear settled inside her.