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"Don't test me, woman," Leo warned darkly. The tension in the air was heated, in contrast to the cold waters both were drenched in.
"I'm not afraid of you, Leo," Lyra barked, refusing to back down.
The next moment she expected would've been her body beaten black and blue. What happened next left her eyes widened in utter shock.
She felt warm lips pressed demandingly against hers. He tilted his head, motioning her to move along with his rhythmic dance. He broke away briefly, clutching her chin to meet his heated gaze,
"This sharp tongue of yours leads to trouble," He huskily said.
He slowly trailed a hand down her neck, examining every detail from her slender neck down to soft inviting bosom. His eyes followed as they held a mixture of anger and…desire. He continued to trail further but halted at the V-cut of her loose shirt that clung to her skin. The swell of her breasts was visible. The temperature from ice-cold water hardened the nipples as they perked up from the soaked fabric.
Her heart raced erratically. Feeling every stroke of his fingers that grazed her skin left a trail of spark prickled her skin. When he shot back to her shimmering blue eyes, he remarked,
"Have you not noticed?" his lips were agonizingly close; she could feel the heat from his breath.
Lyra gulped—she was enthralled. Before she could answer the question, his lips came crashing down on hers, sealing with a kiss. By his domineering presence, Lyra moaned in response. Their lips moved in sync; her body felt heat rising and a familiar sensation she thought she would never experience with him. She was a novice in this realm of pleasure but followed suit to his whims.
Leo deepened their kiss as his tongue delved past her lips, intertwining with hers. It elicited another moan from her. She closed her eyes as she felt heady. Her back arched in pleasure. Her limbs were bound in chains, but her hips grazed against his inner thighs.
Leo growled into their passionate kiss as his hands skillfully roamed her enticing body. Just the touch alone set her aflame as his fingers grazed the valleys of her breasts before groping one of them. Lyra's mind was muddled and was fighting from giving in. She gasped as his index finger and thumb pinched the hardened bead, sending a jolt down to her core. It was too much for her; she cursed as their lips parted,
"Fuck!"
Leo looked deviant and alluring as he smirked at her flushed face. He leaned closer, his warm breath fanned her ear as he whispered in taunt,
"This is what you were expecting right…" He drawled, nibbling her ear, "Devious..."
His tongue trailed down to the crook of her neck, "Cruel…"
Lyra panted by his seductive ministrations. She felt her core tightened by every word and was about to lose herself.
His left hand trailed further down to her waist, sending sparks to her muddled mind.
"But…" he trailed, gripping her hip firmly as her hooded gaze locked on his.
"I am no fucking demon," Leo stated firmly. His red eyes gleamed with a faint of gold specks flickered before they vanished. His right hand dipped beneath her clothing and fondled her breast while the other trailed under the water, grazing the hem of her pants. His left knee slipped between her inner thighs, pressed firmly towards her entrance, keeping her steady—teasing her in the process.
Lyra cursed–helpless against him. She writhed in pleasure and frustration. She felt the rising tension of wanting release, and he wasn't giving it to her. Feeling feverish, she wanted to wrap her arms around his firm shoulders. She was yearning to explore the taut muscles that oozed power. She ground her hips against him, wanting more than the torture he was giving.
Every bone in her fiber roared in wanting him. Lyra's conscious morals were slowly chipping away as his tongue danced further down. She breathed heavily as she felt the world spin, her hooded gaze following him.
When did she ever feel this way? Why does it feel so enticing? Why does her body react to him?
An array of questions flooded her mind, but she was abruptly shut down as he hiked up her shirt, exposing her delicate skin and the swells of her breasts.
Leo's darkened in carnal desire as he dove into her well-formed swells. His teeth nibbled hungrily as he suckled as a newborn while his hand gave the same attention. Lyra gasped as she arched, wanting to meld into him. She was close to reaching euphoria, and she breathed heavily.
"Le-Leo…Ah!" Lyra begged as she was losing her mind.
He didn't relent; his ministrations were becoming more demanding, ravishing her like a starved beast. His body pressed against her, and her eyes widened by the blazing stiff rod that prodded her stomach. She gulped in apprehension. She couldn't see below the dark water, but the touch alone sent butterflies to her stomach. thankful for the water and cover of the night her flower would be sopping wet mess thank to this daring man. Caressing her body in all the right place. She was close.
She clenched her fists tightly as she tried to break through the binds. His lecherous tongue tasted every part of her chest and trailed love marks up her chin. He kissed her demandingly while his hands raked through her locks.
Her hooded gaze blinked as tears began to well. Lyra felt herself teetering toward the edge of bliss; Leo's red orbs leveled his gaze to hers, making her throat hitched. They were wild and untamed, opposite to his calm, collective demeanor.
"L-Leo," Lyra stammered.
Her beating heart was erratic. Leo lost all rational thinking as he settled his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her irresistible scent of arousal that drove him wild. He felt her body quacking beneath him. His blood was pumping, and he felt the rush of wanting more. To let his carnal pleasure run wild as he can find his release. Nestling in the nook of her neck as he tongue raked over and his lips suckled eliciting a whimpered moan from her. His sudden urge to bite and devour her made his teeth…ache?
Leo blinked in perplexity as he was slowly coming back to reality.
He pulled back to gaze at her shimmering aquamarine eyes. It felt like time suddenly stopped, and his eyes flickered in shock. He abruptly staggered back as if the veil had been lifted.
Lyra blinked in confusion as she noticed the sudden shift in the mood. He dashed out of the water and disappeared into the woods, grabbing his clothes in the process.
Lyra was left dumbfounded. Not only did he initiate the deed, but he also left her stranded in the water, pinned by his chains. She was about to scream in protest, but the subtle movement of his chains vanished, and she plopped in the pool of water unceremoniously.
What in the blaze was that?!
Lyra held a skeptical look as she stared at the woods where he had left and couldn't help but feel angry. His absence doused her release, and now she was left drenched, cold, and alone.
The sudden urge to scream welled up inside her, but the pang in her heart shattered her resolve. She felt disgusted, and the way he looked at her at that moment made her feel ashamed. The look of disdain and regret in his crimson eyes spoke volumes. She clenched her shirt as she tried to keep the tears from falling.
Lyra sniffled as she wiped her nose, feeling self-conscious in her body. She climbed out of the water, her hair clinging to her cheeks. Finding stable ground, she nestled next to a tree trunk. She was too embarrassed to return to the camp and needed to collect herself.
As tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, she buried her face in her arms that were wrapped around her knees. What has she done to deserve this? The feeling of rejection and loneliness overwhelmed her. Her hold tightened, wanting the earth to open up and swallow her in it.
How could she be such a fool? Especially to someone like Leo. She didn't understand what her heart was beating for. However, the hurt was evident in her chest as the vulnerability shattered her spirit.