Chapter77 Could It Be That You've Already Felt My Desire
Miranda's whole body stiffened. Almost instinctively, she turned her head, wanting to see the expression on the man's face.
"Clifton..."
Just as she opened her mouth, her soft lips, due to this turning motion, brushed right across the man's sharply defined cheek.
Warm, delicate, carrying a hint of fresh moisture from the bath.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
The heat on her shoulder suddenly disappeared. Clifton slowly straightened up, those bottomless black eyes like thick ink under the light, locking tightly on her.
Miranda's heart jumped. Just as she was about to explain that this was purely accidental, the man's low voice, tinged with teasing, spoke first.
"You kissed my face. On purpose?"
With a whoosh, heat rushed to her head. Miranda's cheeks instantly burned red.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she reached out and pressed against the man's solid chest, pushing hard: "I didn't!"
The result was that his body didn't budge, hard as a wall.
Miranda grew frantic: "Just now you were the one who first... I didn't mean to!"
"Mm." Clifton let out an ambiguous low laugh. The sound vibrated from his chest, traveling through her palm pressed against him, all the way to her heart, stirring ripples.
He leaned down, getting close to her ear, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive earlobe.
"You didn't mean to."
He paused, his voice dropping lower, carrying a bewitching magnetism.
"But I did."
The moment the words fell, Miranda felt her waist tighten. Then the world spun as he lifted her directly from the chair with one hand!
"Ah!" She gasped in fright, her hands instinctively wrapping tightly around Clifton's neck, her legs curling up from the weightlessness. "What are you doing!"
Clifton didn't answer. Holding her, he strode with long legs steadily toward the large double bed in the center of the bedroom.
His pace was unhurried, each step seeming to land on Miranda's wildly beating heart.
Soon, softness came from behind. He gently placed her on the bed.
The familiar bed not only failed to give Miranda any sense of security but set off alarm bells.
This position, this atmosphere, what would happen next was self-evident.
Her rationality screamed "run," and her body immediately responded.
Miranda used her hands and feet to try to crawl toward the other side of the bed, but just as her hands pushed her body up, a strong hand pressed on her waist, making her unable to move.
Immediately after, the man leaned over, using his knee to firmly push apart her legs, locking her tightly beneath him.
"Clifton." Miranda was both shocked and embarrassed, her hands pressing against his chest, trying to create distance between them. "Let me go."
But Clifton leaned down, his arms braced on either side of her body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.
Those deep eyes were like a turbulent sea, ready to swallow her whole.
"Be good."
His voice had shed its earlier teasing.
"The drug in your system that day hasn't been completely cleared. The doctor said it needs to be fully released for your body's sake."
Miranda froze.
She'd already taken medicine. How could there still be lingering effects?
This was clearly just an excuse he made to... to do that kind of thing.
Understanding this, Miranda's cheeks grew even redder, whether from anger or embarrassment.
She bit her lower lip, turning her head away, refusing to look at those eyes that seemed capable of pulling people in.
"I don't believe you. You're definitely making this excuse for your own desire."
Hearing this, Clifton suddenly said "Oh," his tone slightly rising, carrying understanding.
He moved even closer, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath like a feather lightly scratching her nerves.
"Could it be..." he spoke in a husky voice, "you've already felt it... my desire?"
This blatantly suggestive remark made Miranda's body instantly tense, her cheeks burning so hot they could drip blood.
This man, how could he be so... so shameless!
"I haven't! Don't talk nonsense!" She retorted in embarrassment, but her voice carried an imperceptible tremor from nervousness, sounding completely unconvincing, more like trying to cover up.
Seeing her ears completely red, the amusement in Clifton's eyes deepened.
He stopped speaking and used actions instead.
The man slowly leaned down, kneeling on one knee between Miranda's legs. This extremely oppressive and suggestive position made Miranda's heart skip a beat.
He braced one hand beside her face while his other hand gently grasped her hand that was pressed against his chest, still slightly trembling.
His palm was dry and warm, with a strong presence, refusing rejection as he wrapped and clasped her five fingers.
Eyes meeting, the air filled with an element called intimacy, continuously heating and fermenting.
Miranda looked at his handsome face so close, at the undisguised intense possessiveness in his eyes. Her mind became complete mush.
She knew she should refuse, should push him away firmly.
But deep in her body, there really seemed to be a strange heat stirred up by his words, quietly spreading.
Just as her mind wandered, Clifton's kiss fell.
Not on her lips, but on her tightly furrowed brow, carrying soothing meaning, gentle and lingering.
"Be good."
His voice sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, hoarse beyond recognition, yet carrying fatal temptation.
"I won't go in. Just helping you relieve the drug effects."
He paused, his scorching breath landing entirely on her face.
"Just once."
Miranda's taut nerves were on the verge of collapse.
She looked at the restrained yet deep desire churning in the man's eyes, at the corners of his eyes slightly reddened from holding back. That insignificant resistance in her heart instantly crumbled.
Under the man's dominant yet gentle assault, Miranda finally slowly closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling lightly like butterfly wings, surrendering.
An hour later, Miranda, who'd been forced to release twice, looked at Clifton with watery eyes and asked: "I've already done it twice. Why haven't you finished yet?"
Clifton raised an eyebrow, his voice husky: "You're so wet. I can't bear to stop."
His low voice fell on Miranda's ear, causing her body to shudder.
Miranda only felt the area between her legs aching from the friction: "Clifton, I don't want to anymore."
The man said nothing, only his movements below became more forceful, the hands clamping her waist gripping harder.
Finally, when she lost herself for the third time, Clifton released his own desire along with her.