Chapter 45 Episode 45

Chapter 45 Episode 45

A thin mist of warm steam rose from the surface of the water filling the white porcelain basin. Emeli submerged her body up to her chest, letting her gooseflesh-covered skin come into contact with the warm liquid. Both of her hands gripped the protective sides of the bathtub, squeezing hard until her knuckles turned white. Instead of feeling relaxed, her heartbeat hammered even more erratically.
She closed her eyes tightly, but the darkness behind her eyelids instead projected the intertwining bodies, the heavy breaths, and the intimate touches she had experienced with Aric inside the wooden villa. Her skin felt hot, as if the remnants of warmth from that erotic dream were truly burning the surface of her skin down to her deepest pores.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Emeli shrieked under her breath. She slapped the surface of the water, splashing it onto the gleaming marble floor.
She wiped her wet face roughly, trying to banish the sensual images that kept spinning out of control. Her throat suddenly felt bone-dry. Emeli swallowed hard, feeling her Adam's apple move visibly up and down. How could a dream feel this real and this tightly bound inside her head?
"Why does it have to be him? Why is my brain imagining things that far with Aric?" Emeli muttered in a trembling, hoarse voice.
She rested her head against the edge of the bathtub, staring blankly at the misty bathroom ceiling. Thirty minutes passed just like that in an exhausting mental torment. The skin on her fingers was even starting to wrinkle from being submerged for too long, yet the turmoil inside her chest showed no signs of subsiding. With a long, frustration-laden sigh, she finally stood up and stepped out of the water.
Emeli grabbed a thick white towel, wrapping it hurriedly around her body. She tied the end of the cloth right above her cleavage, leaving her bare shoulders and smooth thighs exposed freely to the cold room air. Her dripping wet hair was left loose, shedding water that slowly dampened the surface of the towel.
Knock! Knock! Knock scraps!
A succession of knocks on the bedroom door startled her. Emeli jolted, turning toward the solid teak door with a furrowed brow.
"Who is it?" Emeli asked half-shouting, while protectively holding the knot of the towel at her chest.
There was no verbal response from behind the door, only another knock that sounded more demanding. Emeli snorted softly, walking hesitantly across the thick carpeted floor of her bedroom. Her still-damp fingers reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly, and then pulled the door leaf open a little.
A tall, well-built figure immediately dominated her field of vision. Ken stood there.
The man was still wearing the black shirt from last night, but now his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying the prominent veins on his solid forearms. Ken's gaze instantly locked onto Emeli's entire figure. Those eagle eyes were no longer cold like a few hours ago; instead, they flashed sharply, tracing every inch of Emeli's skin which still bore droplets of bathwater. There was a very distinct gleam of hunger and thirst there, as if he were staring at prey ready to be torn apart.
Emeli held her breath, feeling intimidated yet thrilled by the intensity of that gaze. "M-Master Ken... why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in a voice that suddenly squeaked.
Ken wasted no time replying with words. He took a step forward, pushing the door wide open, and then slipped into Emeli's private space.
The startled Emeli reflexively stepped backward. Her heels sank into the thick carpet, trying to maintain a distance that was suddenly erased completely. "Master, wait a minute—"
Before Emeli could finish her sentence, Ken's muscular hand moved like lightning, reaching forward. His wide, warm palm landed perfectly on Emeli's slender waist, pulling her in with one strong jerk until their bodies collided without any gap. Emeli could feel Ken's heart thumping behind his thin shirt.
Ken lowered his head, narrowing the distance until his nose almost touched Emeli's cheek, which was beginning to flush intensely. "Purposely teasing me, hmm?" Ken whispered, his voice heavy and raspy, vibrating near Emeli's ear.
Both of Emeli's hands rested on Ken's broad chest, trying to push him weakly, but her strength seemed to evaporate into thin air. "N-no... not at all. I just finished bathing," Emeli denied with a nervousness that could no longer be hidden. Her eyes moved wildly, avoiding direct eye contact with the man in front of her.
Ken did not listen to that excuse. His gaze now dropped, fixing straight onto Emeli's cleavage peeking out from behind the knot of the towel. The white skin, contrasting with the white cloth, seemed to gleam challengingly under the room's lighting. Something inside Ken surged violently, tearing down all the defense and self-control he usually glorified as an honorable man. He could no longer contain himself.
With one firm tugging movement and without warning, Ken's fingers pulled the end of the tied towel on Emeli's chest.
Rip.
The thick cloth untied instantly, sliding down onto the carpeted floor without a sound, leaving Emeli's body completely naked without a single thread in front of Ken.
Emeli gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Ken! What are you—"
Her words were cut off in mid-air as Ken suddenly bent down, slipping both of his arms under Emeli's armpits and thighs, and then lifted her body upward in one smooth, powerful motion. Emeli reflexively threw both of her arms around Ken's neck to keep from falling, letting her body surrender to the man's control.
Ken took a few steps toward a large armchair located in the corner of the room. He sat himself down on the plush chair, without letting go of his hold on Emeli for even a second. Their positions now changed; Emeli sat upright on Ken's lap, facing the man's face directly with her thighs straddling the billionaire's solid waist.
Ken's breath blew hot across the skin of Emeli's chest. Without giving the woman above him time to process the situation, Ken immediately brought his face forward. His lips pressed against one of Emeli's nipples, and then greedily began to suck it deeply.
The movement of Ken's mouth was so intense and demanding, pressing tightly as if he were a starving baby craving nourishment, tasting and pulling the sensitive skin surface until it created an incredible sensation of shock.
"Ahhh... Ken!" Emeli tilted her head back. Her eyes squeezed shut as a long moan slipped freely from her throat.
Both of Emeli's hands, which were originally on Ken's shoulders, now moved to the man's hair, gripping the strands of his thick black hair, kneading it gently along with the erotic sensation that was beginning to spread through her entire body. The hot effect of her dream, which had not completely faded, now melted into one with Ken's real touch, triggering her adrenaline to rise up in challenge.
Emeli no longer tried to pull away. She began to move on Ken's lap, pressing her hips tighter downward, welcoming every strong suction the man gave with increasingly bold body movements. A sudden warmth flowed heavily between her thighs, indicating that her body was fully ready for a deeper game.
Ken's suction on Emeli's chest grew deeper and more demanding, creating wet sucking sounds that filled the dim corner of the room. The man showed absolutely no signs of stopping; he continued to suck greedily, as if draining all the remaining defenses inside the woman on his lap. His two large hands gripped Emeli's hips, pressing them hard downward so that no more distance remained between them.
Emeli groaned long, her body shaking violently. Beneath the friction of their skin, she could feel very clearly something large, hot, and completely hardened behind the cloth pants Ken was wearing. That touch was like pouring gasoline onto the fire of Emeli's passion, which had already been ignited since waking up from her dream. Her body throbbed heavily, demanding real fulfillment.
"C-Come on, Ken... ahh... come on, put it in," Emeli mumbled in a hoarse voice. Both of her hands squeezed Ken's shoulders, her nails digging into the cloth of the man's black shirt.
Ken stopped his suction for a moment, but his lips were still pressed against the wet skin of Emeli's chest. A low chuckle that sounded so sexy and amused escaped his throat. He looked up, staring at Emeli's crimson face with panting breath.
"How rare for you to be this aggressive, hmm?" Ken teased, the corner of his lips lifting into a slight, victorious smile. His eyes gleamed, enjoying the sight of Emeli completely losing self-control on his lap.
"Come on, Ken... ah... don't talk too much," Emeli whined, her hips moving restlessly, deliberately rubbing against the hard bulge down there that was torturing her more and more.
Ken deliberately held Emeli's hips to stop them from moving, locking the woman's position with his strength. "Put what in? I don't understand what you mean," he whispered in an incredibly annoying, relaxed tone, deliberately playing with Emeli's sanity, which was already at the brink.
Emeli snorted in frustration, her eyes staring at Ken with a heavy yet fiery, demanding look. "Put that in! I can't take it... my body is so hot, Ken!"
Instead of immediately complying, Ken braced his body, reaching for the nape of Emeli's neck with one hand, and then a second later he devoured Emeli's lips greedily. The kiss was hot, deep, and full of dominance, exchanging saliva with a racing rhythm. Ken sucked Emeli's lower lip as if wanting to exhaust the woman's air supply.
However, Emeli did not want this right now. Her head was already filled with the peak of passion that had to be resolved immediately. With the remaining strength she possessed, Emeli pushed Ken's broad chest hard until their lips were forcibly separated.
Plop.
"I want it put in, not just kissing!" Emeli cried out in frustration with ragged breath. Their breath went up and down quickly, staring at Ken with a flash of anger mixed with pure passion.
Ken was slightly stunned, surprised by the physical resistance he had just received. Before Ken could reply, Emeli, with a nimble movement, immediately slid down from the man's lap. Both of her hands gripped the collar of Ken's shirt, pulling the billionaire's sturdy body with a strong jerk until Ken was forced to come down from the chair and ended up flat on his back on the thick carpeted floor.
Thud.
Ken stared at Emeli from his position on his back, his eyes widening slightly, half-disbelieving what this woman was doing.
Wasting no time, Emeli crawled over Ken's body. Her hands, trembling with adrenaline, immediately slipped into the front of Ken's pants. Her fingers deftly pulled the zipper of the man's pants down with a loud zip sound. Without bothering to remove all of Ken's clothes, Emeli slipped her hand inside, grabbing Ken's member which had already hardened perfectly, highlighting its hot, smooth veins.
Emeli positioned herself back over Ken's body, kneeling with her thighs flanking the man's waist. She guided the tip of Ken's large, hot member right in front of her own, which was already wet, flooded with the fluids of passion and throbbing, demanding union.
While staring straight into Ken's eyes, which had now darkened completely from the unexpected terror of passion, Emeli slowly lowered her hips. She pressed her body downward, letting Ken's member slide inside, filling the empty space within her until it felt incredibly full and tight.
"Aaahhh!"
A long moan filled with satisfaction as well as incredible pleasure rushed heavily from Emeli's lips as the entire pa
rt of the man was perfectly planted inside her womb.