For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

12. Making you mine - II

I couldn't let anything happen to this innocent guy because of me. Ansel was capable of doing terrible things, as evident from the claw marks on the door. I needed to defuse the situation.

"You haven't paid for the food." I reminded him, hoping to divert his attention away from the delivery guy. Ansel took a deep breath from my neck before releasing one hand from my waist to retrieve his wallet.

As he fumbled with his wallet, I noticed the reason for the delivery guy's discomfort. Ansel was only wearing loosely hanging jeans, leaving his muscular chest bare. I felt a sense of embarrassment and frustration. Couldn't he at least put on some clothes?

Ugh, never mind! Focus on getting out of this situation safely!

Thankfully, the guy left after Ansel paid him. Ansel grabbed my elbow and pulled me inside the house, leaving the package on the nearby table.

He turned to face me fully, and his glowing golden eyes bore into mine. His voice was calm, which sent shivers down my spine. "Were you running away, mate?" he asked, and I felt a lump in my throat.

His furious expression sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me off the ground and carried me towards the dining table, where he placed me on the edge. "You need a lesson," he declared, and panic consumed me.

I struggled, attempting to push him away, but his firm grip on my hips kept me in place. "Ansel..." I pleaded, hoping he might listen to reason.

"Zev," he growled, correcting my address, and I flinched at his intense gaze.

"Zev, please... I'm still sore," I managed to say. He kissed my forehead and parted my thighs with one hand and positioned himself between them.

"Don't worry, mate. I'll never hurt you," he stated, but I couldn't help but scoff inwardly at his words. He held my neck from the back, ensuring that my eyes met his. His golden orbs burned with desire as he slowly brushed his fingers against the back of my thigh, sliding them upward.

The fact that I wasn't wearing anything underneath made me curse myself for not being more cautious.

His eyes seemed to glow even brighter as his fingertips touched my bare, sensitive area, and he let out a soft growl of approval. "Why are you not wearing anything underneath, mate?" he questioned, and my mind was flooded with self-criticism.

I bit my lip, holding back any retort, as his gaze zeroed in on my lips. His fingertips brushed my folds again, eliciting an embarrassing moan from me.

I felt a deep sense of shame about my body and my involuntary responses to his touch.

He carefully observed my reactions to his touches, and then he complimented me, saying, "So beautiful," before capturing my lips in a rough and intense kiss. His teeth grazed my lips, but then his tongue swept inside my mouth, soothing the sting with every stroke. I gasped as his fingers returned to my folds, and he continued his exploration, causing a mixture of desire and confusion to swirl inside me.

Every inch of my body tingled with his touches, sending electric shocks through my veins. My pulse raced from head to toe, matching the intensity of the moment. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, adding to the tension in the air.

His lips left mine, trailing down to my chin, then my throat, where he sucked on the soft skin. He kneaded my breasts over the sweatshirt, expressing his dissatisfaction with the barrier. In one swift motion, he pulled the sweatshirt over my head, exposing my bare body to the cool air.

He pushed me down on the dining table, my back flat against the surface while my legs dangled at the edge. Guiding my hand behind my head, he directed me to hold onto the edge of the table. I couldn't help but anticipate his next move, my body torn between arousal and panic.