REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 71 – 80
CHAPTER 79 & 80.
UNPRECEDENTED BONDING
Tesiera’s lips were both soft and insistent against Kracus, ripping a groan out of him as her tongue plunged in with a boldness that left him stunned. Shaking off the initial shock, Kracus returned the kiss, lifting her as he adjusted their positions. His head leaned over hers, her head resting against the bed, and he took charge of the kiss.
The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment. He cradled the back of her neck, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth, exploring the depth of her mouth.
It tasted like warmth, sweetness lingering, just as good as he remembered. For a moment, they did nothing but kiss. Their tongues began a slow, unhurried dance, before building into an intense duel that had their lips raking and racing against each other’s.
A soft sigh escaped her, and Kracus realized he craved more of those breathless sounds. His hand traveled down her shoulders, finally resting on her hips, as he continued to explore her mouth. He mimicked the rhythm of sex, taking her lips and her tongue in a rhythmic push and pull that made her moan again.
Her lips enveloped his tongue and sucked, provoking another deep, guttural sound from him. Her fingers tightened around his neck, tugging him even closer until their upper bodies melded together. Kracus could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against him, his cock hardening with every passing second.
Tesiera broke the kiss and smoothly maneuvered, shifting from beneath him to take control of his former position. However, her focus shifted from his lips to the side of his neck, tracing a path downward to his chest. Pushing up his sweatshirt, her fingers ventured across the contours of his chest, exploring the defined muscles beneath.
Her sadness forgotten, her entire being now fixated on the man lying beneath her. Their gazes locked as she dipped her head and playfully nipped at his nipple. Kracus inhaled sharply, a wave of pleasure mingling with a hint of pain coursing through him. The sensations intensified when she sealed her lips around the sensitive nub and suckled with fervor.
“Fuck, Tesiera,” he hissed.
Tesiera had never before taken the time to explore a man’s body. Such activities held no appeal to her, especially when it was an aspect of intimacy that didn’t involve her own pleasure and satisfaction. What intrigued her now, though, was the undeniable urge to explore this man fully. She wanted to trace her fingers across every inch of his skin, to experience him in ways she’d never considered.
Her hands embarked on a deliberate journey, feeling those corded muscles in her palms. Then she ventured southward until she cupped him in her hand. A moan escaped from her as she felt of his cock.
Fuck, he was big. Wetness pooled between her thighs, and her mouth fucking watered.
“Not like this, sweetie,” Kracus groaned, his hand firmly resting on hers to halt her movement.
She tore her gaze away from tempting sight of his cock outlined by his sweatpants, and met his eyes.
Despite the obvious discomfort caused by his arousal, his eyes carried a soft determination. “You know how much I want you, how much I want this. But not like this.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, a confused crease forming on her forehead.
With a gentle movement, he withdrew and shifted to sit upright against the headboard. Tesiera eased back onto her heels.
“Tonight, you confronted one of the men who stole your father’s life, and it’s stirred up feelings within you. I won’t take advantage of your vulnerability, darling. Make no mistake, this isn’t over…not by a long shot. We’re going to pick up where we left off whenever you’re ready. Just not tonight.” Kracus explained gently.
Tesiera scoffed. “You’re misreading me if you think I’m some damsel in distress. I’m not vulnerable, I’m perfectly okay,” she retorted, her tone sharp.
So what if she’d felt like she was falling apart earlier? Right now, she could overlook that. She wanted the distraction.
“Tonight, I want this,” her hands framed his face, and almost instantly, she slammed their lips together once again.
A growl resonated from Kracus’ chest as their lips met, their tongues tangling. Her lips claimed his hungrily, as if he were a delectable dessert she’d been craving. Kracus allowed the kiss for a moment before he gently grasped her shoulders and drew her back.
“Tesiera…” He whispered, his voice heavy with restraint. He didn’t need to say more, the way he held her really made it clear that this wasn’t happening tonight.
She inhaled deeply and let herself flop onto the bed. “You’re absolutely maddening, doc.”
He chuckled low on his throat.
Technically, she could returned to her own room now, but the idea didn’t appeal to her. The memory of how it had felt to be spooned by him lingered, and so she settled onto the bed, wriggling until he got the hint. With a low groan, he complied, pulling her into his broad arms and molding his body to hers in a comforting spooning embrace.
A soft moan of contentment escaped her. Just to be mean, she wiggled her ass against his poking hard cock and couldn’t suppress a smirk when he groaned again.
“Damn it, Tesiera,” he muttered.
“That’s for being an infuriating saint,” she quipped.
He chuckled once more, his hand resting on her hip and tightening fractionally, halting her teasing movement. “If it makes you feel better, you should know that right now, I feel far from saintly. Just a horny guy who’s allowing his upper brain to dominate when he should be listening to his lower brain.”
Against her better judgment, a small smile tugged at her lips again. With the adrenaline of moments ago now faded, she admitted to herself that she felt utterly exhausted. And sleepy.
“Rest well, baby,” he kissed the top of her head.
Tesiera had never been one to follow a command, but in that moment, her body seem to be doing the exact thing. “Goodnight, doc,” she whispered.
As slumber claimed her, her final thought was that the feeling of kissing Kracus was as real, as good, as she’d thought it was three weeks ago. She hasn’t imagined it.
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REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 71 – 80
Kracus stirred as a soft knock resonated at the door. Momentarily disoriented, he felt the gentle weight beside him. Then, as his gaze settled on Tesiera, sleeping peacefully beside him, his brow smoothened out. Morning light filtered through the closed curtains, casting a line of brightness across the bed where they lay.
Another faint knock followed. Carefully extricating himself, he stood up.
However, Tesiera, always a light sleeper sprang awake at the second knock, her eyes immediately scanning their surroundings for threats. Finding none, the tension eased from her and her gaze found an amused Kracus standing by the bedside, watching her.
“It’s just us. No need to activate killer mode…yet,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
Tesiera wasn’t one to easily blush or to get embarrassed, so why on earth did her cheeks feel warm? “Um, good morning, doc,” she mumbled.
“Did you sleep well?”
Surprisingly, she had. That realization caught her off guard, even more so than the absence of nightmares. Normally, after her missions, nightmares were a distinct possibility. Given the thoughts that had occupied her mind last night, she had expected them. Yet…
Must be the doctor’s arms around you last night. First was his toe-curling kisses, and now his arms?
Tesiera mentally scoffed. What the hell was she even thinking?
“I did sleep well,” she admitted, “Thank you…uh, for last night. For everything.”
Unable to resist, like there was a magnetic pull between them, Kracus found himself bending at the waist, his desire undeniable. He pressed his lips to hers. The kiss ended as soon as it began.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
Hell no. With a swift motion, Tesiera seized his arm, causing him to stumble towards her. The next instant, her lips captured his. Unlike his kiss, hers was hard and demanding. Kracus groaned and returned her passion.
Their lips plundered together like they’ve been hungry forever and could only sate the craving by this kiss. They ignited a fire that raged between them, a raw energy. Her hands caressed him, descending until they rested upon her desired prize…his cock.
Her mouth fucking watered. Damn, her mind didn’t exaggerated his size to her after all. No, he was still as long, as big, as she had felt last night.
She applied pressure, loving the way his chest rumbled with a growl. “You’re one well-equipped doctor,” she whispered.
Kracus didn’t know if she’d expected to make the pun, but he couldn’t help chuckling. “Well-equipped, huh? Thanks.”
“I need these off,” Tesiera purred, her fingers tugging at his sweatshirt. Kracus complied, lifting his arms willingly, allowing her to slide the fabric off his body with ease.
He had managed to resist last night, but not anymore. His hands took on a life of their own, encircling her soft ass. He squeezed firmly, feeling the plump fresh in his grasp. Kracus sighed with pleasure at how tight and soft that ass felt.
He’d always known she had a killer ass—he had to restrain himself from looking at it constantly—but he never expected that it’ll feel this good to touch.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” He grunted as his lips left her mouth. He kissed her neck hungrily.
Another soft knock echoed at the door once more, prompting a groan from Kracus, causing him to pause momentarily.
Tesiera quickly comprehended his intention and made a move towards him, but he raised his hand with a soft gesture. “Hold on. I’ll head over and handle them. It’s probably Bose or Clinton.”
He cursed under his breath as he walked over to the door, his body hot with desire, his erection up and proud. Hell, he was so damn hard that he could nail a wall. He opened the door slightly, and peeked outside. It was Clinton.
The concern on Clinton’s face disappeared, replaced by a slight grin. “Hey there, boss. You were sleeping so peacefully that we didn’t want to wake you. But we thought you should know that you’re three hours late for work—”
“Can you please cancel all my plans for today? Get in touch with the hospital and the company. Let them know I’m not feeling well and will be taking the rest of the day off,” Kracus interrupted, managing to hide his impatience.
Clinton’s eyes widened significantly—probably because he rarely took time off—and the concern returned. “Are you okay, boss? Is there anything you need?”
“Yes, there is something you could do for me. Ensure that I’m not disturbed.” With that, he shut the door and locked it. Then, he turned back to the bed and practically froze.
Tesiera stood beside the bed naked.
Her nightie and panties lay on the floor beside her. Kracus felt a lump in his throat. Her eyes met his boldly. He swallowed tightly, not once but twice, yet it wasn’t enough.
The sight of her nakedness had stolen his breath away. Last night, he didn’t look, but now, he stared at her, unabashedly.
Her breasts occupied that exquisite middle ground, neither small nor overly large—a truly perfect size. He imagined holding them, and swallowed tightly. They would fit comfortably in his hand. His gaze traveled down, tracing the sleekness of her abdomen, and an unrestrained sound of desire slipped past his lips as his eyes landed on her navel ring.
His body coiled with a primal urgency, causing his feet to firmly root themselves to the floor. Muscles tensed with such intensity, a desperate effort to restrain the instinctual impulse to pounce upon her like an uncivilized caveman.
His eyes settled on her bare pussy, the elegant curve of her hips, and his erection fucking ached.
“Like what you see?” She smirked. Knowing she has his full attention, she swayed her hip to the side in a move of blatant seduction.
“Jesus, Tesiera, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Kracus croaked out, his voice strained.
“Well, we wouldn’t like that, would we?” Tesiera always knew she looked good, thanks to her love for the gym and her natural curves. As a teenager, she had felt self-conscious about her figure, but she eventually learned that it had the power to drive men wild. Despite that, she had never used her body as a tool for her missions—contrary to some of the rumors in the underworld—it simply served as an added advantage.
She had never enjoyed having a man’s eyes on her body…until now.
For the first time, there was a man she actually wanted his eyes on her body, and it filled her with pleasure to see his blatant desire. Also, she was very eager to see him naked too. “You can’t die yet, doc. Not until you’ve quenched these fires you ignited on my body. Get naked. I want to see you naked.”
Kracus didn’t need a second invitation. Simultaneously, he reached for his sweatpants and shorts, peeling them off his legs in a fluid motion. He stepped out of them with casual grace. Tesiera’s gaze traced his physique, wandering over every contour, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips as her eyes settled on his cock.
Fuck. His size left her breathless. It made her wet inside.
Apart from her experience with Gilbert, she had steadfastly refrained from letting any man penetrate her in all her twenty-eight years. It wasn’t solely due to the trauma he had inflicted—though that played a part—but more about her aversion to being vulnerable to a man in that way, or letting a man possess her that way. She simply doesn’t trust any man enough.
While she understood Gilbert’s actions as a rape, she recognized that it wasn’t the same as consensual sex. She was aware that sex could be pleasurable, yet she believed that the world exaggerated its pleasure.
However, confronted with the sight of Kracus’s erect cock now, an overpowering sensation surged within her. A profound urge to feel him deep inside her. The wetness between her legs grew so intense that droplets formed and trickled down the insides of her thighs.
“Enjoying the view, Torturer?” Kracus quipped, his tone laced with amusement, playfully returning her own words to her.
“Yes,” she responded, her gaze lifting appreciatively to roam over his broad, muscular chest and chiseled arms. “Absolutely.”
He flicked the switch on the wall behind him which made the room immediately go dark, and with the cottons drawn, blocking the natural morning light. Next, he activated a different switch, illuminating the space with a blend of blue and red lights. This infusion of hues created an ambiance that looked like to a luminous realm…like they were in a world of their own.
Taking a purposeful step, Kracus advanced towards her until he stood directly in front of her. Like a predator entrapping its prey, he circled her, his movement slow and calculated.
Coming to a halt behind her, he enveloped her in his embrace, his breath a teasing caress against the nape of her neck as he murmured, “I want you so fucking much, baby. I know you said you don’t fuck, I am prepared to respect your wishes,” he paused, “But I still have to ask, would you like me to fuck you?”
Silence descended upon them. She seemed to be thinking about it, he noticed.
That filled him with pleasure, and gave him the confidence to say more. “I’ll fuck you hard, so deep that you would feel me for days. Your eyes will roll back into your head, you’ll feel lightheaded as you come around my dîck, convulsing in an onslaught of pleasure you have never felt before.” His hand cupped her pussy, “I’ll make you feel so good. All you have to do is…say yes. Should I fuck you, Tesiera?”
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REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 71 – 80
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