Chapter 122 Attempt No 1
On the same night, Arabella was dressed in her lace underwear and William’s white buttoned shirt with three buttons open.
Covering barely anything as a sultry aura wrapped around her, looking undeniably suggestive.
William was looking out of the window, in a daze, he hadn’t seen the tempting woman yet until the articulate sound of barefoots reached him.
She stood behind, staring keenly at the handsome man with her arms snaking around his waist and pressing her cheek against his shirt, hugging him tightly from behind.
She could smell the faint scent of his cologne, the muscular body. He smirked, indulging in hopelessness, wanting more of it.
“William,”
He didn't turn. He simply tilted his head, his voice a low, teasing rumble.
"Is this your attempt number 1, Darling?"
"Mhm," She confirmed, tightening her hold, her fingers digging lightly into his abdomen.
Placing his large palm over her one hand, he lifted it enough to kiss her hand devotionally, swaying in her beats before shifting towards her playfully.
“And how far are you willing to go to convince me for a trip where you want me to submit?... What can you do to earn it?”
“Anything,” She whispered temptingly, pressing her fingers harder into his lips, all her weight against his muscular body to blend their heats.
Smirking darkly, his hand firmly gripped her waist to balance her, lips stopping right at her ears to demand dominantly.
“Explicitly, Baby, show it to me explicitly,”
It was all the permission she needed.
With a sudden surge of power, fueled by desire and sheer will, she broke the fragile distance between them and pushed him down onto the bed.
William landed with a soft, surprised thud accompanied by a dark laugh filling the absence of the sound.
Arabella was over him in an instant, straddling his torso, on top of him to assert her dominance that amused him inexplicably.
She pressed him harder into the mattress, breaths becoming unstable with visible crimson shade on her cheeks which she countered by lust.
“My, my, that desperate?”
“More than you can imagine,”
She paused before her one hand cupped his cheek, her lips descending rapidly, fiercely into his, sharing a sloppy kiss.
Sharing a heat moment of passion. He let her dominate the kiss, laid back so she could please him with her fervent needs.
Her other hand began to unbutton his shirt to dig her nails on his abs, arousing him undeniably at the unforeseen boldness and need.
Humming in response, he inhaled sharply, raising his lips to feel her into his skin more as he indulged, he was enjoying to the fullest extent.
His possession was entertaining him exactly how he wanted to.
“Fuck, Bella, you…” He moaned, leaning his head back, permitting her to work on him and reflect all her longings.
Closing his eyes, he melted entirely, feeling the hot and wet sensation of her lips, marking his neck to claim him as hers.
He smiled.
For a hot moment, he considered it a devilish fantasy. Her pleasing him how he used to imagine. It was too good to be true.
But, it was.
“Do you like it?” Biting his earlobe, Arabella asked seductively, letting him feel her arousal.
“Infinitely,” He chuckled huskily, taking a strand of her hair between his fingers, kissing it affectionately.
Sliding his other hand on her exposed thighs, grinding her on him that enhanced his desires, requiring more of it, more of her.
The game had stopped being a game; it was a hungry, demanding need. Her kisses lead to his neck, leaving a few marks on his flawless skin while unbuckling his belt.
The moment she had a grip of his belt, she removed it, throwing it away and pulled away breathlessly, smirking dangerously at the tempted man.
“Fuck,” He growled, losing his breaths, blending with hers to be released as one, signaling to the concupiscence.
Arabella led down gradually, her tongue rolling over his skin, amplifying his desire to receive more of it, stopping right at the edge, her cleavage completely visible to him.
“No bra?” William smirked, arching an eyebrow seductively.
“Don’t like the view?” She returned the same look.
“I love it. Continue,” He laughed a little.
One of his most favorite imaginations was becoming real- Her seducing him.
He couldn’t miss this chance at any cost.
Her fingers held the zipper, tongue rolling over her bottom lip when his arousal was becoming visible.
They both took a pause, creating a keen eye-contact, panting, submerging in the need to receive more. She almost saw her victory in his submission, she saw herself winning.
They almost got intimate.
Just as the breath hitched in her throat, his body relaxed, awaiting pleasure, a loud, insistent knock sounded at the heavy door.
Broken from their rhythm, they both turned with transparent displeasure for breaking their uncontrollable flow.
“William?” It was Liyah.
He reacted immediately and was about to sit up but she pushed him down, shaking her head in denial, not wanting to shatter the blazing passion.
“Bella-”
Arabella froze, her eyes wide with desperation, fixed on the door, then pleading with the man beneath her, holding his face with both hands.
"Not this time, William, please, stay here," she begged, resting her forehead against him, not permitting to get up.
“William? I need my medicine. Are you awake?”
William’s eyes drifted to the door, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, back down to the wild, beautiful, utterly desperate woman pinned above him.
The fire in her eyes, the sheer, delicious pique of her frustration, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
He was testing her endurance one last time.
The irritation slowly faded. He smirked, a terrible, evil grin of absolute victory, blowing a kiss at her.
"Next time, Darling."
“What? No-”
Giving her a playful spank, tossing her off him gently but decisively, he smoothly got out of the bed.
“Just a moment, Auntie,” He cleared his throat, adjusted his pants to hide his bulge, glancing at her dropped mouth through the mirror.
He chuckled, shaking his head.
He set his shirt, took a few deep breaths to get his blood flow normal, smoothed the creases, and walked toward the door without a single glance back.
Gasping, Arabella almost fell from the bed when extending her hand out to the man, "William, no, Will-"
He opened the door, peek first, “Yes, Auntie?”
“Son, I can’t find my meds, will you help me?”
He glanced at Arabella, failing to realize her need, her craving, and the anguish of her failure and smirked ruthlessly.
“Of course,” With this, he left her all alone in the cold room.
“Fuck you, asshole!” She whisper-yelled, throwing the pillow but it didn’t reach the man.
“Is everything okay?” Liyah asked, taken aback at the sudden assault and shout.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Tell me,” He couldn’t help but to laugh, well aware she won’t give up easily and left.