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I embraced his nape and used it as an anchor, and raised myself and claim what was rightfully mine.
Zhander didn’t expect the sudden action and was surprised. I took his momentary shock and attack him. I stuck out my tongue and barged my way into his mouth without any resistance.
Ah . . . Taste like chunkalicious! Combination of fudge brownies and chocolate.
Was this what he ate for dessert, or was this his natural taste?
Whatever! I can’t get enough of it!
“S-stela . . . mmm . . . s-stop . . . nghh . . .”
Zhander gasped, yet his pleading voice only edged me more. I felt him grew weak every second as I French kissed him.
. . .
. . .
Okay . . . , I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, and just kind of wiggled my tongue inside his mouth.
“Enough . . .” Zhander finally managed to broke free.
“Why?” I confronted when, again, I saw the pain on his face.
Why is he always giving me that face?
“Estela, I already told you. This kind of kiss is forbidden until you graduate college.”
“Then, let’s break up! I’ll find another man who will love me the way I wanted to be love!”
Oh, crappy p***. Did you seriously just said that?! You idiot!
I may be small, but my temper sure is enormous.
I knew that now.
When it came to Zhander, I lost it all as my mouth continued to blubber, ignoring my brain’s warning.
“Hmp! Who do you think you are?! Don’t think because I love you, I’ll do whatever you want me to––ump!”
Zhander forcefully shut me with his lips.
This time, the kiss was not light as a feather –– it was as I imagined it to be . . .
Only . . .
More savage . . .
“Nghhh . . .” I groaned when he bit and sucked my lips until it went numb.
My brain finally went quiet when Zhander plunged his tongue into my mouth. I greedily welcomed the intrusion, and our tongue danced under the fiery wet haven. He crushed me under his weight as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss that I forgot to breathe from the intensity.
Or because his tongue was plugging my throat?
My tongue was pricked from being sucked so hard, and I had to pull it back as I attempted to shift my head for air.
But Zhander didn’t let me. He cupped my face between his hands as his elbows supported his weight, not leaving my mouth even for a second. He pressed harder that not even the light and air could pass through between us.
I was losing consciousness now.
I choked when Zhander plunged his tongue deeper, forcing me to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
His kind gentleman facade vanished, replaced by a hungry panther starved for years.
“Mmnh . . . agh . . .”
Groans and moans escaped my lips when I tried to signal him for time out.
I gasped and opened my eyes when he shoved his bulged between my thighs, forcing me to feel every bit of his desire. His lust.
He could have taken me there and then if not for our clothes that got in the way.
He only let me go when my consciousness was on the verge of visiting heaven.
*pant . . .
*pant . . .
“Don’t test my patience, Estela.”
Zhander hissed, looking down at me with ruthless eyes.
Sometimes, I wonder if he had this double personality.
Now I knew why he was always in pain. Turns out, he was bottling all his desires for me!
“Zhander . . . *pant . . . we’ve already violated our . . . *pant . . . agreement . . .” I smiled and caressed his lips. “Why don’t we go all the way while we’re at it?”
Zhander closed his eyes as he kissed my hand before he opened his eyes and gazed at me with so much love it overwhelmed me.
He was back to his usual kind, gentleman self.
“Little Stela . . . You’re right. I can’t push what I want in our relationship, I also have to respect what you want. Therefore, let’s compromise. For both your temper and my sanity’s sake.”
He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ears and rested his hand on the side of my cheek.
“Eighteen . . . Let’s wait until you are of legal age.”
Zhander’s eyes turned a shade darker as his voice was strained. I couldn’t help but rubbed my thighs together to ease the aching of my core.
Just months from now . . . I can wait . . .
. . .
. . . right?
Zhander smiled and ruffled my hair before he scooped me as he stood to his feet. He then sauntered back to our hotel, carrying me like a child in his arms.
“Zhander, we can have torrid kisses, right? But no sex until I’m eighteen?” I clarified.
You know . . . just to be sure.
Zhander’s cheeks grew warm as he shifted his gaze away from mine. He stumbled and almost lost his bearing.
I love this shy and clumsy you.
. . .
. . .
“Y-you don’t have to say it out loud.”
“So it is, then?!”
. . .
. . .
It took a moment before he finally, hesitantly, nodded like he was not sure of it himself.
As long as we could kiss like that, there were plenty of ways to lose yourself.
My lips stretched in a wicked smile.
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