The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 269: Making out

Chapter 269: Making out

As she began to speak, her words were abruptly silenced by the man’s swift action. His hand slipped into her flowing locks, gently but firmly pulling her head back to face him. With a sense of dominance, he pressed his lips onto hers, igniting a lustful longing that had long been pulsating within her core. A prolonged, sultry moan escaped her lips, that hinted at the weight of her need.

With an arm wrapped securely around her waist, he pulled her closer, intensifying the embrace. His tongue ventured into her mouth, dancing tantalizingly with hers, stirring a delicious blend of sensations. Succumbing to the fervor, she allowed herself to sink further into his grasp, her hand reaching up to grasp the fabric of his cotton-clad back, and her nails digging into his skin.

"Mmm, your response is exquisite," he moaned, his words a mere vibration against her lips, as he tugged on her lower lip and gently nibbled. No words escaped her, but instead, another moan reverberated from within her. She enveloped him in her arms, drawing him closer to her.

"Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pulsating music that surrounded them, but the man seemed to have caught her plea. As her words registered in his mind, a dark haze flickered in his eyes. He seized her waist and hurled her atop his shoulder, making his way toward a dimly lit path that led out of the space.

In spite of her current state, Stella could still feel herself been carried on someone’s shoulder. She opened her eyes to study the environment that she had been taken to, but the dimly lit space did not give her tired eyes much of a choice. She closed them once again, succumbing to the heaviness of her eyelids.

"Where, where are you—taking me?" She mumbled, groaning in pain as the pressure in her gut increased. She was not resting easy in her current position, and the person who carried her did not seem to care.

Is this Matteo? She thought to herself, bracing her arms on the shoulder of the person in order to get a good view of a face. She had taken her time to study him, but in her current state, it might as well be a lie.

"Hey, I asked you a question," She pressed further, now slamming her fists on his back.

"I’m taking you home."

Home?!

"Where the hell is home?" She asked, her voice wavering tiredly.

"You’ll see."

***

The man crossed the threshold of a luxurious condo, cradling Stella in his arms as if she were a bride. "Make sure no one comes looking for me. I don’t want to be disturbed," he instructed in a firm tone. With purposeful strides, he ascended the floating staircase, carrying her into the bedroom. Gently, he settled her onto the bed, intending to leave, but she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she purred, a sly tone lacing her words. A deep chuckle rumbled from within him. "You’re quite the vixen," he whispered against her lips, his breath warm. Their desire ignited, and their lips met once more in a fervent kiss. She sighed, sinking into the comfort of the bed, unwilling to let him go. He yielded to her magnetic pull, sliding his arm beneath her frame, pressing her body tightly against his own. Her breasts, perfectly moulded beneath the fabric of her gown, tantalizingly brushed against his chest, their peaks aching for attention.

Feeling her restlessness, he impatiently yanked his shirt free, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. He urged her to straddle him, and this time, her full bosom pressed against his bare chest. A deep, primal moan escaped his lips as his hands traced a path down her hips, tugging with unrestrained longing, seeking the hem of her dress.

"Touch me, please," she beseeched, her voice a soft plea, as her fingertips traced fiery trails across his bare skin. Driven by her request, he grasped the gown and forcefully hiked it upward, revealing her exquisite thighs and shapely rear.

"I never imagined I’d be this fortunate tonight," he murmured against her lips, his words laced with awe and desire. His tongue trailed along her neck, pulling down the neckline of her gown in a deliberate exploration.

Confusion mingled with pleasure as she began to protest, but her objection was swiftly silenced when he sank his teeth into the supple skin just above her breast. His other hand delicately squeezed the firm curve of her buttock, eliciting a throaty whimper from her. Arching her body, she surrendered further to his touch, craving his hands to explore her more intimately.

"Why are you doing this?" she whimpered helplessly, squirming in an attempt to make contact with his hardness pressing against her.

"Doing what, sweet?" His voice carried a cunning sweetness mixed with huskiness that caused her already moist walls to tighten.

"Tormenting me," she innocently replied.

"Oh," he whispered, gently pulling down the neckline of her gown, his fingertips tracing a lazy path down her inner thigh until they brushed against the warmth of her wetness.

"Touch me, right there," she gasped, her body shuddering violently as he enclosed his palm over her heat.

"You’re already so wet, how the hell did that happen?"

"You’re such a tease. Please, just put it in already," she moaned, swaying her hips in a desperate attempt for his finger to slip through her folds and plunge inside her.

He drew her closer, his lips hovering just beside her ear, and then he whispered, "Beg me."

"I want you inside me, Matteo," she pleaded.

His hands froze in their exploration as soon as she uttered his name. The sudden halt caught her attention, prompting her to push against his chest and prop herself up into a sitting position.

"What—oh, oh God," she moaned, her struggle to rise revealing her unsteady legs, still too intoxicated to support her weight.

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