Chapter 15

The spaciousness of his bedroom looks different. This is when she realized he cleaned and decorated, mainly soft blue LEDs that resemble moonlight.

“So far you drank this, cause, some moment when I take your energy, my wings will appear.”

And she has no idea what he thought about this. She ran to him, kissing him wildly, but he stopped her and made her wait, gasping.

She trembled like the wings of a moth. That moment she fought hard finally came. But he makes her wait so much, like a torture, like all his moves are calculated, but she knew he was unexpected. This was insane, because her breath at that moment was shallow, her eyes fervent because she could not avoid him. He took his watch, setting it on his desk with none of his drawing on sight, and then he removed his necklace, placing it next to his watch. She couldn't breathe normally realizing how breathtaking he was in that black linen shirt. His dark, almost curly hair was disheveled due to her greety hands moments before, his shirt untucked due to her greety hands as well. That made her think that possibilities of naughty things she could do to him. His bold, dazzling brown eyes. She thought this was enough, but his lips curves in a merely mischievous smile when he stepped out of his shoes and bended graciously down to remove his socks, one by freaking one.

“You’re so a wicked boy, Vinicius. Who are you, my hell?”

“Your soldier hell.” Despite being funny. The “Your” touched her deeply. "I assume demon girl don't get pregnant, right?"

“Well, not really. There are situations.”

“The same way, we’re still meeting each other.” he opened the chest of this desk, bringing in his hands a packet of condoms. Sometimes, she felt like he was fighting to keep his eyes with her, because every time he kept still, could feel them burning.

"How do you like the lights?" he murmured.

“For me it’s ok the way it is, I can see you.”

She watched him saunter towards her, exuding confidence and sex appeal, his eyes ablaze, and her heartbeat quickens. Blood pulses through her veins, thick with desire, pooling in the pit of her belly. He positions himself in front of her, locking eyes. He's incredibly hot, and she can feel the intensity. The air crackles with anticipation as he stands there, a master of seduction.

"Let me take this jacket off, I don't want you to faint, Lumíria." the softness in his voice was provocating. She could feel his finger tracing her shoulder and clavicle to push the lapels and make the jacket slides like she was heating besides Vinicius. She thought that was the moment he could let the jacket fall and everything on the way while they kissed lasciviously like to cats in the amazon. She closed her eyes in anxiety when he took his time to place the jacket on the chair in front of his desk.

“Please, say you’re not pranking with me, boy” her whisper trembled.

"You would not say this if you had some ideia how much I want to make love with you." he whispered after giggling a little by her comment. He strolls amused and ran his fingers down her cheek to her chin

“Oh, not, I can’t” she reached up and grabbed his chest like a prey.

“Ouch” he cried, but didn’t stopped her this time. “Your nail”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She kneaded those well-worked capoeira breasts in every way she could think of, while he endured the pain of her nails without stopping her. And the way he held back made her even more excited, especially his expressions, and when he moaned, her grip tightened even more, and more, and more, her breathing starting to fail, and a little more, Vinicius was no longer able to close his mouth until he almost screamed to the heavens and grabbed her wrists. Lumiria looked at him, more breathless than before. who has seen him before.

He has trembling so much she couldn’t resist it. His eyes watering.

She wanted to attack, but he grabbed.

“No! Let me start, please.”

Vinicius stopping her like that was like a running stopped so suddenly, a running that every muscle inside of Lumíria burned crazier than hell. His brow eyes were now staring her fervently. He leaned down and kissed her. His mouth were assertive, strong, and deliberate as it shaped and merged with hers.

She would wait. Yes, she would wait after the marvelous scene of him bearing that plain of her pleasure. But when he starts unbuttoning her shirt with that skilled capoeira painter fingers, she decided to be petience under the pleasure of his Gentle kisses reminiscent of the touch of feathers, across her jawline, the corners of that naughty and sweet mouth and the light chin. Slowly, her shit is rolled off by that finger, rolling above her arms. He stopped, his forehead against hers, just to take a look at her breasts. She was in a dark blue bra.

"Wow, Lumiria," he said, softly and trembling with excitement. "You have such a beautiful, wonderful, so... tempting body. I think I want to move my mouth further down."

She couldn't believe what happens to her everytime he opened his mouth, it's always a burning and divine surprise.

"I've never wanted a man so badly" she murmured, both of her hands uncontrollably on his hair. Her kiss was insistent, with her tongue and lips enticing a response from his. She loved the sound of his moan, making her eager to meet her tongue with his. Her arms were how behind him, and once again, he felt a strange force coming from her, her eyes burning. Holy shit. He really expected she doesn't get out of control like the last time he punched her. But for him the risk was worthy. She contained her once, would do it again.

She envelops him in an embrace, drawing him close to her, a fervent intensity in her touch. Her fingers seem to pulse with an unusual warmth, nearly ablaze, though he resists revealing his discomfort. One hand lingers in his hair, while the other ventures down his spine, reaching his waist and descending to his backside. Her fingers flex over his rear, applying a gentle pressure.

She maintains their connection at the hips, sensing his arousal, which he sensually presses against her.

He emits another moan, a symphony of desire harmonizing within the confines of their kiss. She teeters on the edge of losing control, grappling with a chaotic surge of emotions, or perhaps it's the untamed dance of hormones running rampant through her veins. The urgency for him courses through her, an almost primal need.

In the grasp of his upper arms, she discovered an unexpected revelation of strength in his biceps, a silent testament to his muscularity. She grabbed his muscles with so eager desire that left red finger marks on his arms. Her hands tentatively ascend to his face, finding solace in the soft and unruly texture of his hair. With a gentle tug, he responds with a groan.

Her tail was also moving and tracing his side like an eye-rolling kiss. Out of nowhere, she covered his mouth and smacked his buttocks in the style of Michelangelo's David, causing him to scream loudly through her hand.

He squinted his eyes, mouthing “Is this revenge?”

Guiding him toward the bed, she subtly lets him feel the support beneath his knees, hinting at an anticipated descent onto the mattress. Yet, he defies expectations once more, deftly changing their positions and reclaiming dominance. Releasing her, he descends to his knees in a sudden motion. His hands firmly grip her hips, his tongue tracing an enticing path around her navel, leaving gentle nips in its wake along the journey to her hipbone. The tantalizing trail continues across her belly, finally reaching the other hipbone.

“Vini” she groaned.

She looked down with his sexy messy hair, gasped mouth.