The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 91 - This Is What You Do To Me

Chapter 91 - This Is What You Do To Me

She sucked in a breath and gasped when his fingers gently fondled her nipples, and they instantly hardened at his touch. Holding the small of her back, he kissed her neck and collarbone, then his tongue slid down to the curve of her boob.

He gently bit on the soft, fair skin, earning a gasp as he took one of her hardened nipples in his mouth as he massaged the other between his thumb and forefinger. She tightened her hands around him as she felt pleasure course through her body like a flame.

When he paused to kiss her neck, she held the front of his nightshirt and ripped the buttons off. Her heart raced as she gazed at his firm chest that was now in her line of sight. He smiled and took her hand, pressing it against his abs. The heat from his skin felt like it could burn her to ashes. She hesitated for a second before nervously running her fingers up his chest.

He chuckled and took the hem of her skirt in his hand. "May I?"

She didn't know how to respond to that and remained silent. From the flush on her skin that was a result of his question, he smiled and gently lifted her skirt to her waist, then caressed her thighs as he kissed her boobs.

Her moans were like music to his ears, luring him to do everything he had wanted to do to her since he first saw her. However, he did not give in to that urge right now. Holding the back of her head, he kissed her deeply as he ran his other hand from her thigh up her waist to hug her. He gradually slowed down his kisses and when she looked up at him, he kissed the corner of her lips that were slightly swollen from the kisses, and hugged her.

"Desmond…" She drawled and pulled her head away from his chest, looking at him.

He almost couldn't take the allure of her fiery gaze. "Don't give me those eyes. I will not be able to stop myself from pinning you down and making hard love to you."

She felt her inside twitch from his words. She took his hand and was about to plant it back on her boobs but before she could do so, he took her bra and blouse and helped her put it on.

"Would you like to stay over?" He asked, as though he was not the one who had just turned her on and left midway.

How shameless, she thought.

She shook her head. "I don't want to impose on Ximena to take care of Des all night."

"Then I'll drop you off." He suggested, then remembered that she had driven here. As expected, she declined the offer and picked her bag to leave.

Seeing her disappointed demeanor, he walked her to the door while trying to hide his delight in the fact that she wanted more of him. He could have taken things further a moment ago but he realized that there was still a hint of fear in her.

Why did she feel that way? He wondered. Was it her first time?

Regardless of whether or not it was her first time, or whether there was another reason, he decided to take it slow until she was ready for it.

"See you in the morning." She offered him a smile as she pressed the button on her car key to make it beep twice.

"Goodnight." He pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek, then watched her drive away.

When she arrived home, Ximena was waiting for her in the living room while hugging Des in her arms.

"Your mummy is finally here. Perhaps she went to find you a dad." Joked Ximena, even though the puppy couldn't understand what she was saying.

"You are full of nonsense." Zaria rolled her eyes and sat on the couch, trying not to blush as she could still feel the remnants of Desmond's touch on her skin.

Ximena observed her friend whose skin was flushed and chuckled. "That insane playboy, is he good in bed at least?"

"Ximena!" Zaria playfully slapped her shoulder at the lewd question. When she saw her friend's meaningful look, she sighed. "How would I know? Thanks for helping me feed the little pup."

In response to her words, Ximena rubbed Des' ears. "Look at her, Des. The heartless woman. She is going to discard me now that she no longer has a use for me."

"Come on, Xim. You know that's not true." Zaria chuckled at her friend who was pretending to be heartbroken.

"Really? Then you are going to be my muse as well as model for my new makeup line." Ximena demanded.

"Of course I will. Wait. You have a new makeup line?" Zaria was pleasantly surprised.

"Super special lipsticks. They will be ready soon. Do you want to try them out? They are prank lipsticks and taste horrible. If your asshole boss tries to kiss you, it will stick right smack on his lips and he will have to answer to his fiancée later."

"Uh… No thanks." Zaria shook her head reflexively, making the other reel in laughter.

"I'm just kidding! I'll give you a few to try out when they are ready." She promised. "I have to go now. I still need to review the formula for the new makeup remover. Bye little guy."

Zaria walked Ximena to the door while Des tried to follow her, but she didn't let him go out and he could only go back to his crate. When she was on her own in her room, her mind couldn't help trailing back to Desmond.

…

At the same time, Desmond's thoughts were filled with her. He missed her so much that no matter what he tried to do, he could not concentrate for more than a few seconds. In the end, he took out his phone and dialled her number. Just as he wondered whether she was already asleep, the call connected.

"Desmond?" Came her voice that was full of desire.

"I miss you." He croaked and reclined on the bed.

In her room, Zaria hugged her pillow as she held the phone to her ear and sucked in a breath when she heard his voice.

"It's only been two hours." She laughed as she rolled onto her side, even though she had missed him just as much.

"It's getting late. Why aren't you asleep yet?" He asked in his deep voice, sending chills down her body.

"Isn't it all your fault?" She complained before her brain could process it, and when he chuckled, she felt out of breath.

"How is it my fault?" He asked, even though she was certain that he knew what she was talking about.

His teasing tone was nothing different to what he did a while ago, asking her for clarification even when he already comprehended her words. Her boobs itched for his touch once again, and while he spoke, she couldn't help sliding her hand onto them while imagining the feel of his hands on her skin.

"Zaria?" He called her name softly when he realized that he was soecking to himself.

"Mmh?" She bit her lower lip tightly to stop a moan that could give her away?

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Getting ready to sleep." He could hear the breathlessness in her voice, and it made his already hard manhood twitch.

"Are you certain that it's the only thing you are doing?" He asked through a tease.

"Yes." She bit out.

"Where are your hands?" Came his silly question, and she frowned.

"Holding my phone, idiot. Where else?" She threw a question back at him, guiltily sliding her hand out of her pajama top.

"I'm hanging up. Goodnight, Desmond." She quickly hung up before he could detect anything.

The man laughed at the screen of his phone that had turned dark after the call ended. He tried to ignore the feeling in lower body but he only got harder by the second. He groaned as he slapped his forehead. "This is what you do to me, Zaria."

…

Imperium Sparks Hotel.

Natalie made her way to the Presidential suite that Desmond had booked for her.

When she arrived, she left her bag in the living area and made her way to the bedroom. As soon as she opened the door, her sight was filled with bare skin.

"Dev?" She called out to the man who was reclining on the bed, shirtless and reading a book.

"Do you like the surprise, my love?" He wiggled his brows and set aside the book which he wasn't even reading and was only waiting for her.

"I missed you." She stalked onto the bed and sat on it.

Sitting up straight, he closed in on her with a grin. "Why are you telling me? Show me how much you miss me instead."

"I'll do just that." She mumbled, and her lips crushed on his.