It Should Have Been Like This (The Revised Version)

Chapter 85: Try Not To Make A Sound

Rominic's hands explored every single strand of my hair, threading through it as if he were crafting a delicate crown just for me. He hovered above, his gaze locking onto my hazy eyes as I breathed heavily, my pulse quickening. Heat radiated from my face, igniting a giddy sensation in me, as if I were melting under the influence of something intoxicating. His hand moved to cup my cheek, and I instinctively closed the eye above it, surrendering to his touch. His thumb caressed the soft flesh, brushing over my rosy cheeks in a way that sent a thrill racing through me, leaving me both curious and breathless about his next move.

"Try not to make a sound," Nic commanded, his voice low and sultry, as his kisses traveled down the curve of my neck, igniting a fire beneath my skin.

"Is that an order?" I challenged, my tone laced with defiance. He paused, that simmering challenge hanging in the air. "And what if I don't do as you say?" I teased, a smirk curling on my face.

Nic brushed his tongue along the sensitive spot beneath my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that stirred every nerve in my body. "In that case, I guess we're both sleeping after a cold shower," he murmured, the implication thick and provocative. My eyes narrowed at him, and though I tried to shoot daggers, he didn't flinch. Rominic knew that I was fully aware that he didn't bluff—even if it meant we'd both be left wanting.

He paused at the neckline of my top, his kisses teasingly exploring, tethering between hesitation and boldness. "Take off your top for me," he breathed, and I sucked in a harsh breath, the sound hovering dangerously between a gasp and a moan. "Remember, keep your mouth shut," he added, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched me, daring me to yield to my instinct and desire.

I held our gaze, feeling an electric current between us as I arched my back, planting my palm on the bed for support. With my other hand, I slowly unfastened the buttons of my bubblegum pink shirt, letting it slide off my shoulders. Rominic's eyes burned with hunger, devouring every inch of me as I revealed my skin beneath the fabric.

I was about to pull down the strap of my bra when he suddenly placed his hand on my breast, his fingers exploring the soft flesh as if he were memorizing every curve. "Wait, hold on a sec," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze obsessively fixated on me, igniting a heat that made my breath catch. I wasn't sure what he gained from just feeling me up, but the intensity of his stare was intoxicating, and I let him have his way.

After a breathless moment, he leaned in closer, his mouth trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck to my shoulder. His teeth grazed the skin next to my bra strap, teasing me before he bit down and pulled it down my forearm, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. In one swift motion, he ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his warmth enveloping me as he pressed against me.

His hands found their way to the hook of my bra, his touch confident and commanding. With a practiced flick, he freed me from the fabric's confines, tossing the distraction aside like it was nothing.

In a sudden burst of aggression, he pushed me back down on the bed, and I didn't complain—not one bit. My arms fell beside my head, surrendering to the moment as my stomach dropped in anticipation. His hand roamed over one cup, his finger teasing at my nipple, driving me wild. With his other hand, he took the other nipple into his mouth, and I gasped, turning my head to the side as the sensations washed over me. He hadn't even really begun, and I was already teetering on the edge of desire, lost in a wave of overwhelming need that made me feel intoxicatingly pathetic yet exhilarated.

"Remember…" he warned, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in, sucking, biting, and clutching at my areola. "Don't scream."

I gripped the sheets in a frenzy, my fingers curling into the soft fabric as I turned my head, the rustling sheets and the crack of my clenched toes echoing through the stillness of the room. "If you wanted to torture me like this, we should have just done it in the living room. Then, I'll really have a reason not to…" I cut myself off, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape when he intentionally bit my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure mixing with pain.