Chapter 22: 22_Forbidden kisses
The kiss was happening before Cyrus even realized it.
He had her back pressed firmly against the door, his arms wrapping her tightly against him as he drank endlessly from the delights her mouth had to offer. Her lips clung to his, his tongue stroking hers with urgency, the need to touch her making him tremble like a starved man.
With her fingers threading through his hair as she eagerly took his kisses, she showed him how much she wanted it, wanted more than just his lips.
He wrenched himself away, stumbling back to breathe as though he’d been drowning and only just managed to reach the surface. “No… stop it.”
Frozen as she processed both the shock and exhilaration she was feeling, Milana panted softly and stared at him. “Y-you… you kissed *me.”*
He swallowed hard. “I know. I was… addressing myself.”
Staring at him, she was still leaning against the door. His hands had slid her dress up a little and now her thighs were uncovered, pressed together most enticingly.
He was painfully hard and it wasn’t right. “Let me through.”
“Why?” she questioned. “Why do you have to stop?”
“Let me through, Milana, please.”
She pushed off the door but didn’t move away. “Just tell me why.”
“Because I can’t taint you, don’t you see?”
“Why would you taint—”
He groaned in frustration. “That’s not what you should be saying right now. I kissed you. Slap me, curse me, send me out of your room.”
She looked just as annoyed as she was aroused. “Why should I? Because you need an excuse to reject me?”
“Because that’s what you should do! It’s only right.” His breath laboured in and out of his lungs. “Help me protect your perfection, Milana. I can’t taint it with what I am, with my desires. It’s… filthy.”
Her eyes softened, a slow sadness seeping into her heart when she realized the sincerity of his words. “Cyrus, it isn’t tainting—”
“It is.” He looked at her and his eyes were filled with such torment, it gave her pause. “It is, Milana. When you’re the purest, most graceful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your divinity lights me up but then makes stark my every blemish. The closer I get, the more I see how unworthy I am. And it hurts me because, God, I want you *so badly…”*
“I’m not pure at all. And, as for your desire, I feel the same way.” The blood was rushing in her veins, her pulse hammering as she listened to him speak. It was both frightening and exhilarating because, in his vulnerability, he simultaneously pricked her insecurities and gave hope to the feelings she harboured. “So, why do you fight it?”
He lowered his gaze, the fact that he’d just confessed not registering in his wine-soaked mind. “You ask as if you don’t know.”
“I don’t. Why do you keep me at arm’s length?”
“To protect you—”
“I don’t need your protection. I’m not some undefiled angel, Cyrus, don’t confine me in your imagination. Taint me, corrupt me, do it all.”
He looked at her. “Milana—”
She dropped her robe to the floor, remaining in the nightdress that barely reached mid-thigh.
He closed his mouth with a groan, clenching his jaw as he scanned the soft, shapely curves of her body. His gaze was drawn to the outline of her nipples in the thin silk and desire flowed thick and hot in his veins.
“You’re right,” she said softly. “I did wear this to tempt you. Because I’ve been experiencing the most improper desire for you, Cyrus. There’s nothing pure about me. Not when I concoct dirty fantasies about you in my mind and certainly not… when I pleasure myself to those thoughts.”
The intensity of his expression slowly unravelled, pure shock covering his face until his jaw was slack and his eyes blank.
“Wh… what?”
Straightening her shoulders, she walked up to him and only stopped when they were two fingers apart. She raised her chin, turning her face up to his like a silent demand for his lips. “I said, I’m not the pure goddess you’ve imagined me to be, Cyrus. Your filthy desire? I can match it, kiss… for kiss.”
That did it. He snapped, unable to hold back any longer. In a surge of urgency, he pulled her into a fierce embrace, his hands gripping her waist, as their lips collided in a rough, passionate kiss. The intensity of their longing poured into the desperate meeting of their mouths, a manifestation of desires unleashed.
When her soft hands cupped his face, the very reason he’d resisted her melted out of his mind, along with his fears and self-loathing. In the moment, he knew nothing but Milana and how desperately he ached to worship every inch of her delectable body.
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The candles were burning low when they fell upon the bed, her glorious mane of hair spilling out in multiple streams of chocolate brown.
There were giant warning horns blaring in Cyrus’s head, but his desire was much louder, the wine punching those horns much stronger. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
Every part of her that his mouth touched was kissed, worshipped.
Her head fell back on a soft hiss, pleasure tightening her nipples when his mouth left hungry kisses along the valley of her breasts.
The hardened buds were a temptation he couldn’t ignore, calling him to do to her exactly what he’d been struggling to stop thinking of from the moment he’d seen her in this night dress. He filled his hands with her soft breasts, enjoying the shudder of her breathing. With a groan, he palmed her, weighing each breast as he delighted in teasing her body with his touch. He dipped his head.
Her body jerked, a strained moan escaping past her bitten lip when she felt his tongue on her breast. A rough flicking of the warm tip of his tongue moistened the silk covering her nipple, the feeling sending weakening pangs of pleasure through her body. He wrapped one arm around her back, laying her on his arm to lift her to his mouth. He moved to her other breast and let his tongue give it the same treat.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders, made tense by the urgent throbbing he was causing in her knickers. As soon as she thought his teasing would drive her mad, he ripped away the silk covering her chest to let her breasts spill out. His mouth covered her nipple. He sucked.
She arched, a throaty cry leaving her mouth as a thick stream of liquid dripped down the folds of her clenching sex. He gave full attention to her tits, driving her delirious with every suckle and lick he gave her.
“Cyrus…” His name was little more than a weak whimper in her throat, the blinding pleasure gripping every part of her body.
His lips, seductive and intoxicating with all they did to her, did not distract her from the sharp tug she felt at her hips. He’d snapped the side of her knickers.
The only warning she got then was the teasing trail of his fingers against her inner thighs. The gesture was too considerate for her liking. She didn’t want a warning, she wanted him to touch her like he owned her, like she was his to play with. She wanted to be completely overwhelmed by his thirst and feel like the remaining drop of water he was desperate to drink.
The gentle fingers turned into a tight grip on her thigh and Milana gasped. He jerked her thighs apart, her heart lurched as a result.
*Yes. Like that.*
His fingers touched her dripping sex then, flicking aside the ripped undergarments to deliberately stroke two thick fingers up the slick folds of her cunny. The sound she made was so erotic in its breathy tone that he found himself being rougher than he’d intended.
Raising his head from her tits, he gazed down at her as he broke every remaining boundary between them. The lights were dim now. There was a faint orange glow on her face and how beautiful she looked. She was captivating this way, coming undone at the touch of his fingers. He wanted to watch her climax.
“Lana…” he whispered her name. The moment she opened her eyes and looked at him, he swiftly delved the length of his fingers into her, intensely pleased by the strangled gasp she sucked in as her eyes fell shut once more. With a long whimper any bawd would be proud of, she splintered apart in his arms, leaking more as she orgasmed.
The thrusting of his fingers alone was enough to clench her every muscle, her body writhing beneath him with overwhelming spasms of pleasure. Being splayed out for him this way, her breasts exposed and her thighs parted whilst he pleasured her with his fingers and tortured her with his tongue, it was the very essence of her wildest fantasies.