The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 91: Pleasure and Panic

Chapter 91: Pleasure and Panic

Beatrix found herself on the bed with Rhys’ large muscular frame hovering above her, his face a few inches away from her baring a deep affection through his blazing blue eyes.

Her heart hammered madly against her chest and she couldn’t help but blush. She averted her gaze because she couldn’t help but be shy.

Her lack of inexperience made her insecure every time even though Rhys made sure all her insecurities would disappear.

Beatrix tried to control her breathing, but the anxiety in her chest was already making her chest rise and fall as he brought his hands to caress her cheeks.

"The things I want to do to you right now, little mouse but not yet." He mumbled, his eyes flickering between her own.

He grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it up, while she lifted her hips and maneuvered her body to help him pull it over her head and he threw it without direction or an ounce of care where it landed, leaving her bare to him.

"My lovely Beatrix." He muttered softly as his eyes gave her body a once over, his breathing quickening.

"Christ I could just stare at you all night" he murmured as he trailed his hands down to rest at her panties and hooked his fingers on both sides as he dragged the material down her legs until he removed them completely; tossing them over his shoulder without tearing his eyes away from their shameless exploring.

His mouth claimed hers, his tongue warred with hers, invading her mouth with a wet heat. His mouth wandered from hers as he trailed kisses on her neck moving lower.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He breathed.

Rhys leaned forward to cup her breasts, his fingers catching her nipples between them. He bent down and slowly licked and nipped at the swell of them, his thumbs now circling around the puckered tips.

"You have no idea how you have consumed my every thought ever since the first time I met you."

He darted his tongue out and tortured her nipple, his fingers kneading the heavy, rounded flesh.

"How I thought I could forget you, funny because I couldn’t. I thought it was some stupid infatuation and it will disappear once I let you go."

Beatrix moaned and twisted from under him, her whole body was on fire with pleasure.

His mouth moved to the other breast, his teeth now lightly scraping the wet, aching tip as his hands coasted down her waist before settling at her hips.

"I did everything to forget you, alcohol,drugs, women, gym, but none of them could get you out of my system. "

His thumbs slowly rubbed along her pelvis line, the proximity of it torturing further that empty, heated ache between her legs.

"My little mouse so fucking perfect and mine." He murmured against her skin, flicking his eyes up to meet hers when he leaned down and pressed his lips to the skin just below her belly button; her stomach twitching at the warm feeling.

Beatrix sucked in a sharp inhale, clenching her hands at her sides as his breath fanned her skin, his lips trailing lower his eyes still on hers.

Her breathing increased and she sank her teeth into her lips, the ache in between her legs was only throbbing harder. Rhys kissed in between her thighs, sucking and nipping at her flesh. Beatrix moaned at the sensation.

He moved to the entrance of her fold, his tongue tracing a slow, sensual pattern between the folds of the flesh.

The ache between her thighs grew more and more insistent.

He thrusted a finger inside her and Beatrix let out a gasp.

"You’re drenching love..." he chuckled and ran his fingers through her slick folds.

Beatrix jolted and quivered a small whimper escaping her mouth when he pinched and tugged on her sensitive skin.

Rhys was driving her crazy with his teasing as he curled his fingers through her lower lips circling her opening while avoiding her clit.

She squirmed, shifting her weight and wiggling her hips, trying to get him to go deeper.

"You see that overwhelming need? That’s how much I need you, love. No matter how much you twist and turn it will never be enough."

He picked up the pace but not too fast, still not touching her clit.

"Rhys...so...good!" she chanted breathlessly, while he increased the intensity and the angle, curling his fingers slightly inside of her.

Her whole body was burning with desire and pleasure. It was so good.

"Can you feel that sensation spreading through your body?" he asked, his voice husky, as his thumb came down on her clit, her entire body jolted and she cried out loudly, "Yes-yes—-!!

"Do you feel the blood running hot in your veins, the adrenaline coursing through you and how your brain shuts down?"

His thumb made hard and fast circles, while he pushed his fingers in and out of her faster.

Unable to speak, she panted and nodded frantically.

"Isn’t it incredible that even though it’s leaving you helpless you don’t want it to stop?"

"Y-yes.."

"Well love that’s how I feel about you."

He muttered as he darted his tongue forward and flattened it against her heat, dragging a long slow lick up her folds; and her hands gripped his hair before she could stop them as her hips shift at the feeling

Beatrix cried out as his tongue darted inside, circling against the outer walls before thrusting in and out in a quickening cadence.

Holy—!

As he continued to pleasure her with his mouth and fingers, she found herself almost lifting off the bed.

However, Rhys held her down by placing his hand on her hip.

Beatrix clutched the sheets and moved urgently under him as he added a second finger, causing her to wither with pleasure.

As he continued to pleasure her with his mouth and tongue, she was unable to control the frantic moans that escaped her.

Beatrix gripped the sheets tightly, feeling every muscle in her body constrict and spasm as a pit in her stomach grew tight with tension.

The familiar sensation made her know that she was close.

Beatrix was overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations occurring at once. The build-up of pleasure, combined with his expert tongue and finger movements, has her vision blurring as she experiences an intense climax unlike any she has ever felt before.

As Rhys continued to pleasure her, she threw her head back and let out screams that sounded like she was in pain as the intensity of her climax exploded through her.

Rhys didn’t stop as she experienced an out-of-body sensation through every fiber of her body.

She didn’t even know if she was the one making the nose when the sound of ringing echoed in the room.

"Shit."

It all happened in a blur and she was far spent to even process what was going on. She felt Rhys pick up from the bed and walk towards her wardrobe, pressing an invisible switch she had no idea was there it opened to reveal a hidden room.

The moment the door closed, she felt the ground underneath them shake.

Beatrix’s eyes widened and fear ran along her spine.

"Rhys—what is going on?!"

Rhys shook his head and pulled her into his arms.

"I don’t know but that was a warning alarm signal from Damien. We are under attack. He built these secret rooms in every room in the house for emergencies like these."

Beatrix’s heart hummed in her chest. She was completely naked at the moment but that was the least of her worries. She could feel the house shaking whatever that had happened was not good.

God. Was Damien okay? She hoped he was able to hide or something.

"D-Damien, do you think he is okay?" Beatrix stuttered.

She could see the fear flickering in Rhys’ eyes. He was afraid too. Afraid that something might have happened to Damien.

"Y-yes he is fine. He is Damien Niarchos, nothing could happen to him."

Rhys whispered and Beatrix didn’t know if he wanted to comfort himself or her.

He removed his shirt for her and she put it on. Both of them were far lost in thoughts to even pay attention to their surroundings.

Beatrix held Rhys’ hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze as she said a prayer in her head for Damien.

He was a mafia boss so he would be fine right? But the attack was so random and they were so unprepared for it.

She guessed that’s how enemies strike. When you least expect it.

She had no idea how long they spent in the underground hidden room.

But seeing Rhys helplessly pacing around was not helping. Nerves fluttered in her belly.

"Fuck—what is taking him so long? He is supposed to come for us when it is safe. But it’s been so long—-"

Rhys raked his hands through his hair, apprehension waving off him.

"Do you think something had happened to him?"