CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“I'm not joking, and you aren’t going anywhere als…!” Wesley ordered, pulling me back.
Unexpectedly, I lose balance, falling directly on Wesley’s body.
“You don’t need anything, you’re just running away, now stay here with me”, he continued, pulling me up in a warm cuddle.
For a moment I restrained, trying to break free from his grip, and then it hit me, as usual, a sweet blossoming sensation.
“Oh your smell is intoxicating… your… your black skin like sweet chocolate… damn, Mr aphrodisiac”, I confessed.
Wesley smirked, “It’s not just me, the strange room you see here is a big fund saver, I also love my scent my dear”, he paused, “mixed with the scent of your hair I mean”, he smirked.
My face flushed red.
I tried to sit up once again, but Wesley was too clingy this morning, he pulled me down forcefully again, this time, so close that our noses touched, I could feel his hot breath on my face and his eyes transitioning like a kaleidoscope in delight, a mixture of brown and gold.
“Wesley…, what’s up with you today?” I questioned, arching my brows.
But I’m met with silence, just his innocent gaze fixed on me.
And out of the moon, his lips claimed mine.
One sudden movement, one unexpected act, created an instant reset to my time and body composure.
My heart sank, further than 6ft deep, deeper than the ocean.
He broke the kiss, staring deeply into my eyes, searching like he was waiting for approval.
I sighed, catching my breath from the unexpected encounter.
I shouldn’t want this, what would he take me for? I can’t be falling for another man just yet, after what I had suffered with Ethan, I just can’t trust anyone with my heart again.
My mind flooded with thoughts, but the pressing need of arousal was overwhelming, my body detaching from my mind, working wonders on its own, yearning to be touched, yearning for Wesley’s scent, his intoxicating brown eyes, his soft lips and the feel of his fingers tracing my face, roaming my body.
I could only imagine it going further, I wanted more, I could feel the hotness between my legs already, I had to fight this, I needed to resist but I just couldn’t.
His eyes still searching mine, I turned my gaze to the wall, I wouldn’t fall for him, at least not yet.
Determined, I pushed myself up, slowly exiting the room without looking at him, I knew if I tried even in the slightest beat my body could betray me, oh this dark man what have you done to me? “I’ll call you when I get home”, I announced rushing out of the room.
Immediately my feet crossed the door frame, instant regret hit me, I could only see his face, his voice echoing in my mind, I could only feel his touch and yearn for more once again.
Guilt covering my heart like a cyclorama, I was comparing Wesley to Ethan. Really? What had Wesley done wrong, he had only helped me when I needed it, I wanted more of him, but I was running away again, and I criticized myself.
I had always wanted to be around him since the first time I met him, so why was I fighting it now, why was I running away?
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I turned the handle of the front door.
“Anna!”, Wesley’s voice made me freeze, low and alluring, commanding obedience, peace and chaos at once within me.
Just his voice echoing in my empty mind, the way he called my name.
I stopped, turning to him with an apologetic look.
With a deep breath once again, I climbed the flight of stairs bridging us to meet Him.
His voice came in again, slow, dominating, and steady.
“Anna!, look at me!” He ordered, his hands in his pocket as he stared down at me.
My breath seized, why now? Why must he torture me so much?
“Look at me!”, he repeated, raising my head with a finger and leaning in.
He is quite taller than I am and I struggle to keep my head up high.
Almost standing on my toes so that his lips could graze my face, my body yearned even more anxious and hungry.
“I know you Anna, and I can tell you are struggling, why are you fighting, why do you lie even to yourself?”
His hot breath was on my face as his eyes scrutinized every detail.
He took my lips again.
My eyes flickered until my eyelids finally shut, unable to process the scenario unfolding with, by, and for me.
For a moment I struggled to breathe, gasping for air with my heart but my trachea betrayed me.
And unconsciously, my brain worked without my mind, my mind without my heart, and my heart without my body.
Our tongues entwined ruthlessly as I reciprocated, fully life-dependent on Wesley’s breath.
Fueling my zeal, sparking my arousal, running my mind and body.
His hands moved from my arms where he held me down, to cupping my face, his course fingers as gentle as heels stepping on a wine glass.
“Wes…” I tried to stop him, but the word couldn’t leave completely, being interrupted by a frequency of entwined connection.
Electrifying magnetic connections send jolts of arousal, like shockwaves through our veins.
My hands stretch forward, wrapping around Wesley’s waist in a tight embrace.
The connection was alarming, I felt like I should be with him_in him.
Slowly, his hands digress, roaming from the corners of my face, tracing my chin and then fondling the folds on my neck, his fingers grazing each line systematically, our pace reducing but not the energy.
My hands reach into his loose shirt, roaming his bare back.
It was the first time I had gone this far, this close, and touched this much of Wesley, his bear skin, his masculine build that I had admired from a distance for a while.
“Oouh” I sighed loudly, my breath ragged in zeal; Zeal to explore, zeal of excitement, a zeal to go deeper, even if it meant destruction we embarked on the road with happiness.
My fingers dug deep into his skin, slowly roaming around his back.
Thanks to my slender figure, Wesley’s hands grabbed my waist in one determined move, lifting me so that I sit on his crotch, my legs wrapped around his waist.
Our lips are still locked, I’m lost in savoring the taste of his soft lips, his hands grabbing my ass softly, slightly squeezing them.
He led me where he wanted, I didn’t care, if we had a couch, a forest, on a boat, in the desert, or on Mars, the only thing I wanted was him, this moment shouldn’t end.
Gently, my body touched the supple mattress, and the familiar scent of his forest-themed room hit my nose as he placed me on his head.