𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 55. ~~

"Stop doing that." He said still looking at her lips.

"Doing what?" She asked with her brows quirked up in question. And her gaze went back to his eyes. He was still staring intently at her.

And the stares.

Those stares were making her inside turn. How could he look at her like that? She thought.

"Your...." He didn't complete the sentence. His eyes just went down to her lips.

Adrenaline rush. So much of it that she nearly forgot to breathe, eyes jumping from his lips to his eyes, her heart a ticking bomb.

Heat rose from Lola's stomach to her chest. Demilade's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. She parted her lips and felt him washing over her like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth.

He placed his lips on hers covering the distance between them. He slowly nibs on her lower lips kissing her a bit hungrily and intensely. And it's like his brain warned him about what he was doing because he reluctantly pulled away.

Lola could swear she missed his touch, his heat and the taste of him in that split second that he broke the kiss and she felt a bit hurt.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this." He said looking away and he took a step backwards. "You are tempting and..."

The remaining words were silent in her mouth. She had kissed him. This time she wasn't hesitating. She wants him and if those silly thoughts he has in his head about what she might not want is what is going to stop it, she has to let him know.

So she pushed off the front of the drawer, sealing the tiny space between them by crushing her lips on his, pressing against him to let him know what she really wanted and how desperate she want him. She wasn't debating or hesitating. She wants it. She wanted him.

Transfixed, his thoughts were silenced by her taste as if taking an adrenaline shot, as if her lips sunk in a perfect fit as if it wasn't wrong. She did it again under his wide eyes and benumbing brain, too astounded to mentally process her actions yet bewildered at the response of his senses and how they surrendered under the witchery of her lips. The air got thinner.

And he finally give in, surrendering to her touch, her taste, her jasmine scent and the heat of her. He pulled her closer from the waist and he cupped her face with both hands as her fingers slid along his sculpted forearms to meet his for a brief moment.

He bit on her lower lips and she parted her lips for him while she kissed him hungrily and intensely, until her knees gave in. By the time Lola became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

His thumb was throbbing at the hollow of her neck, rubbing up and down, pulsing warmth as his tongue conquered the depths of her mouth, hungry, consuming, pulling her into the warmth of him as if he mastered the balance of gravity. Her whole body sparked alive, her heart swelled to the point of nearly bursting. The rush of sensations crawling across her body was maddening. Scary. Thrilling.

Demilade kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure it wasn't a product of his imagination. He lose his thought as her hands came into contact with his chest. The shirt seem to be a hindrance for her and she tugged on his shirt. Her hand found the buttons and begin to unbutton them. She didn't finish unbuttoning when she got a hold of his shirt and yanked it up. He broke it apart long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside. His hands slid around her head, pulling her back to his mouth.