His Devious Rule

Chapter 385 The Last Time

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Anya withered beneath him when his hands were replaced with his lips and tongue, drowning her in sweet friction. She was overwhelmed by the heat wherever his lips left a trail of kisses, licking and nibbling her skin.

Her toes curled up in anticipation when his lips tenderly yet firmly peppered and sucked on the swells of her chest. Suddenly, his mouth seized the peaks of her bosom and licked her hard nipple with his tongue.

A loud, pleasurable moan slipped her lips. She convulsed uncontrollably when his hand groped the other peak and pinched her pink hard bud. The pain never felt so pleasing. Her fingers clutched the duvet that was under her when his hot burning tongue was sending shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to bite back her sensual moans.

Alvin's eyes never left her flushed aroused face. Her eyes were hooded with desire, and her lips gasping for air was a sight that could stir any man's loyalty. His eyes darkened seeing her clutch the duvet. Opening his wet, hot mouth, his lips latched on her peaks and sucked it hard.

Anya cried out in pleasure, her head sinking into the pillow. Her hand flew to his head, her fingers entwined his hair. Her other hand grabbed his shoulder, clutched and kneaded without her aware.

She wasn't sure if she was pressing him to her chest or trying to push him away when he continued to tease her breast with his mouth and fondle another with another hand.

Lost in the pleasure, she didn't realize when he tugged her nightgown, all the way down. She panicked when his fingers caressed her inner thighs, pulsing jolting shock through her nerves. "Alvin!"

Purely by reflexes, her eyes widened, pulling his hair and yanking him to face her. Her chest rose and fell, breathing heavily, gazing into his dark cognac eyes.

Alvin had moved his hand as soon as her body jolted and froze. His eyes had collided with worry knowing how difficult it would be for her. Even when he was dying to enter, he gently caressed her, caressed her cheek, trying to soothe her nerves. Looking into her eyes, he saw her confused and with a hint of hesitation instead of fear.

His voice was thick with need and husky when he asked her, "Should I stop?"

Anya opened her lips and closed them. She didn't know why she did that. Her heart was ramming against her chest, her body was burning like it was on a hot stone.

Was she scared?

Looking into his eyes, and his patience, his efforts to soothe her, Anya knew she wasn't scared. Then?

Her eyes went to his lips. Her hand was craving to feel his skin, her body was missing his touch. And she wanted to claim his lips. Her face flushed when she got her answer.

Alvin could feel her body warming up and the need in her eyes. Despite getting the answer to his question, he changed the question "Should I continue?"

Without warning, Anya pressed his head down and caught his lips. The hunger in her kiss was surprising and arousing him to the agonizing level.

Kissing her back with the same fervor, Alvin again grazed her inner thighs, making her clamp her legs but failed, having him in between. He did the same thing and coaxed a shiver out of her.

"Alvin…" Anya huffed, withering under him when his finger rubbed between her legs over the flimsy underwear.

Alvin again rubbed her over the wet lacy underwear with a bit more pressure making her quiver and bit his lips hard. His eyes significantly darkened looking at her pure sensual expression.

Her body was clenched in anticipation when his fingers dipped inside her swollen wet lips and grazed, rubbed where she was sensitive.

Her face flamed when her muscles clenched around his fingers causing her eyes to shut, and bit her lower lip in shame and shyness.

She was mindless, completely surrendering her body at his mercy when he tossed her undergarment and stoked her. He began slowly, increasing the pressure in the pit of her stomach.

It became torturous and overwhelming with all the delicious sensations in her body.  She gasped when he inserted his finger inside her. Then another one. He started stroking her, faster with each move. His thumbs pressed, circled, and caressed her clit making her convulse on the bed.

The lewd sounds were escaping her lips without her control. Her core tightened excruciatingly, building her pleasure to peak but he suddenly stopped and made her groan in retaliation, "Alvin…"

Without a warning, his strong arms wrap around her thighs, and a soft slick thing brushed over her swollen lips. A long moan slipped her lips. Her hooded eyes met his gaze and felt her face burning, realizing Alvin was looking at her the whole time.

Always focused on his primal needs, he hadn't expected to have the satisfaction of watching her pleasured by him. Wasting no second, his tongue dived into her pink world, thrusting, licking, sucking making her squirm and moan breathlessly.

The harder she tried to control, the pressure in her core built immensely. His every stroke sent a wave of the tremor to the tips of her toes, pushing her to the peak of ecstasy.

Her back was arching, vision fading to dark, and the fire pooling in her core exploded. "Al-vin…" She cried out when a spasm went through her body. Her body shuddered at the never-felt sensation coursing through her body.

"Ahh… Alvin…" She cried again when his tongue started lapping. Sunk to the pillows she clutched his thumb, quivering uncontrollably, unable to bring herself to look at what he was doing to her.

When he was done, greedily drinking her delicious spent, he let go of her quivering legs and went to her blushing face and her drooping eyes due to exhaustion. Her body was still twitching at the delirious sensation in her body. She met his eyes, a bit shy, astonished and pleased yet she looked into his eyes.

Even he was surprised that she was able to conquer her fear so easily. The doctor had told him that he might have to take it, step by step and it might take days or months as he was the reason behind her fear.

He lifted his left hand which she was holding onto his thumb the whole time. Pecking on her backhand, he intertwined their fingers before kissing her forehead.

He wanted to embrace her but knew he would lose the last thread of control he was holding on to.  "Sleep…" He softly said, hiding the torment he was going through, by her taste, her scent, and her expressions.

He was about to shift and pull the duvet over her, her slender arm went around his waist and moved him back on her. He saw her gray eyes dart around her and her lips opened but said nothing.

He could guess she expected him to do something similar to her first experience but painless. So was she worried about him?

He dipped his head and kissed under her ear and gently sucked onto her earlobe. His deep voice sounded in her ear, "If I start, I won't be able to stop." So he didn't want to scare her when she was exhausted after the travel and party at home.

"This is the last time…." He was going to help himself.

Anya cut in, leaving him stunned, "I will help you."

Little did she know she was going to wish that she wouldn't have shamelessly said it.