Chapter 16 SIXTEEN

Chapter 16 SIXTEEN
KIRA\]

All the times I've fantasized about Ryat kissing me again, I never thought it would be this soon. Especially since he's been acting like I don't exist.
However, here we are. I am pushed against the wall as his lips roughly assault mine and his left hand finds its way into my hair.
He kisses me with fiery passion and no matter how hard I try to meet up,
I can't.
His tongue dominates mine til I'm left at its mercy. I release a moan and his grip on my hair tightens. Just when I feel like I'll pass out from lack of air, he pulls away. I use the opportunity to take in a deep breath, all the while avoiding his gaze.
“Look at me Amor,” he commands.
It's as if I'm being manipulated by a spell because I raise my eyes and meet his gaze. The intensity of it sends shivers down my spine. My subconscious screams at me to run from there.
However, my body totally disagrees. I can't bring myself to move a muscle no matter how much I want to.
It's always been that way when it comes to Ryat. It's like he holds a magnet that attracts something in me.He stares at me like he wants to devour me, like he wants to own me and keep me just for his eyes only.
“Do you want to know what I'm thinking?” He asks. I nod and he smirks. “ I'm trying to decide whether or not I should fuck you right now. You have no idea how much I want you Amor.”
I don't have the luxury of being shocked by his words as I'm immediately pulled away from the wall, and pushed on the bed.
He crawls over me, invading my air. The scents of leather and spice fill into my nostrils, messing with my senses.
Why does he have to smell so good?
“Tell me something Amor,” he begins, nibbling on the skin above my breast. “Do I invade your thoughts the way you do mine? Do I give you sleepless nights too? Does the mere thought of me make you wet?”
I open my mouth to answer but end up gasping when he pulls down the straps of my dress. My breasts bounce free and he stares at them.
His green eyes shine with an intensity that makes my core throb.
“I asked you a question, Amor.” He wraps two fingers around one of my taut nipples and pinches. A zap rushes through me, and I gasp at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Y..yes,” I manage to voice out.
“Yes what?” He pinches again and a moan escapes my throat. The pain shoots right down to my already dripping core, and I fight the urge to clench my thighs.
“Yes I…I do think of you and..ahhh,” I moan again when I feel his fingers brush my pussy over the fabric of my underwear.
When had he gotten his hands under my dress?
“And I get…wet at the thought,” I breathe out and he chuckles.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, twisting my nipples harder and harder, with the sole intention to make me cry “ So tempting.” He pulls on it and I cry out. “ And so irresistible. And the worst part is, you have no clue how fucking gorgeous you are. That's why you keep flaunting yourself around other men and letting Romano put his hands on you.”
He lowers his head and takes the nipple he had been torturing into his mouth. He sucks on it like a starving baby, while his other hand plays with the other nipple. Pinching, flicking and pulling while his mouth bites, sucks and pulls, torturing both my nipples.
At this moment, I feel like I will faint. I feel like coming when he hasn't done anything but touch my breasts. His lips slowly travel down my stomach to my belly button.
He pauses and flicks his tongue there over the fabric for a while causing violent shivers to erupt all over my body. He grabs my dress and pushes it up, exposing my underwear to him.
He begins his journey to my core by planting chaste kisses on my thighs and slowly moving upwards. His movements are slow and it seems like an eternity before I feel his hot breath against my underwear.
A tearing sound follows.
I open my mouth to protest, but rather a moan escapes my lips as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
He raises his head to stare at me and I almost burn from the intensity in them. Lust, passion, possessiveness.
“Before we proceed, Amor, I want to be sure you want this. From this moment on you are mine. No other man touches you, else I'll kill them with my barehands, fuck you in their blood and make you come all over their corpse.”
Do I want this?
“Of course you do. You've wanted him since he fucked you dummy.”
No matter how I try shutting up my subconscious, it's literally telling the truth.
“Y..yes Ryat,” I finally say. “I want this. Make me yours.” He throws my leg over his shoulders and dives back at my core.
He doesn't nibble or suck. He straight out thrusts his tongue in and out of me in a quick rhythm. My body recoils from the new sensation, and I attempt to push backwards.
However, his hands hold me in place, his long fingers digging into my hips. He tongue fucks with an intensity that tears me apart with each thrust of his tongue.
I feel something build at the base of my stomach.
My legs shake and my vision blurs with the moisture gathering in my eyes. I scream and grip the sheets in thrusting my hips forward.
I can't keep up.
He doesn't stop. Doesn't give me time to catch my breath and I feel like I will faint. I feel my orgasm building at a quick pace, and I bring one hand to his head pulling his face even closer.
“That's it Amor. Come for me,” He speaks against my pussy before continuing his manifestations.
I let out a cry as my release washes through me in shattering waves.
However he doesn't stop. He keeps on thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. He bites my inner thigh several times, leaving his marks on my skin.
The sensation is too much to handle but I don't want him to stop.
He peeks his head from between my legs and licks his glistering lips.
“Why are you crying?” He asks, and I touch my cheek to see I'm actually crying. “Do you hate this?”
“No I don't,” I quickly refute, and that's all he needs to dive back between my legs, and drive me unconscious with his tongue. I feel another release building, and I scream when the waves of pleasure hit me hard.
He licks all my juices before pulling away, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
He helps me stand up.
I find it difficult to maintain footing since my legs are shaking like Jelly. But I don't have to move, since he takes it upon himself to help me with my dress and my hair.
I'm lucky I didn't put on any mascara today.
“Let's go home, Amor. The party is over,” he tells me, wrapping his hands around my waist.
He picks me up bridal style and steps out of the room. I bury my face in his chest to avoid meeting the curious and judgemental gazes of people, and mainly because I don't have the strength to hold my head upright.
I like the warmth his presence offers. I definitely shouldn't feel this way, but I don't care anymore. As he makes his way out of the mansion with me in his arms, I see Nikolai cornering Raylee in a corner. My eyes meet with hers and she manages to push him away long enough to give me a thumbs up.
In a few minutes we get to the car. He opens the front passenger seat and places me on the seat. He buckles the seatbelt in place before shutting the door.
He moves to the driver's seat and settles
in. Once that's done he drives off.
I can't help but think about what will happen when we get home.