Chapter 8 Sweetest Lips

“I need it to do it or otherwise I have to tell my deep secret to them.” She confessed something that I didn’t get at all. She was breathing very hastily and her one hand was on her chest. Let her talk, she is drunk. She scooted near me. I turned my head towards her. She pointed something behind me with her finger.

“Look, Nicole.” She shouted suddenly. I was about to turn my head, but I knew that he wasn’t there, so I turned towards her midway. Before I could speak anything, I felt her lips on me. She pecked my lips but froze in place.

She didn’t even retreat, but held her dress tightly in her grip. I didn’t expect this to happen. She was blinking, her eyes gazing at mine, resting her lips on mine. After five or six seconds she jerked back in her seat, holding both of her hands on her chest in shock. She was confused by the situation.

“I missed my target.” She muttered to herself and the words came out from her mouth made me amuse. What is she talking about?

“Your target?” words left my mouth involuntarily. She nodded at me in disbelief.

“I dared to kiss a stranger’s cheek.” She confessed the reason, making me fume in anger. The thought of her kissing someone else’s cheek made me go wild. How dare she? She needs to know her limits and today I will remind her that very well, the way she will remember that her whole life. She will think twice before even thinking about someone else.

I was so mad that I can tear apart anyone at this moment. I held her arm in a tight grip; her flinching didn’t make my hold on her made go a bit softer. I jerked her on me, making her seat forcibly on my lap. She started struggling in my arms, which only made me hold her tighter. I circled my both hands across her waist, pulling her on my chest to rest. She gasped loudly and put her cute little hands on my shoulders to push. She was trying but couldn’t get any success in it. There wasn’t even space to pass a molecule of air between us.

“You are not going to kiss anyone but me.” I spoke out without my intentions. I was equally surprised as her.

“Why?” she questioned me, making me think of my words again for a while.

“Because you are mine. The day I rested my eyes on you, you belonged to me for the rest of your life.” I confessed to her while tracing my finger on her soft flushed red cheek, dragging it down on her slender neck which was yelling at me to taste her fatherly skin, radiating a subtle rosy fragrance which had power to crumble all my torn growth on my heart. Her everything made me go wild at her, made me lose my control.

Besides, I found a way to save Aria. Elena, Elena is the answer to my every question. Elena became the reason that I lost my concentration on my life, which is more than enough reason to distract Salvatore from Aria. With this, I can have my ways with her, too. Also, I know how to protect my things from other eyes. Making sure Aria’s safety is my duty and Making Elena mine until the end of this eternity became my need for my sanity, my calmness. It wasn’t difficult to find out that she has a calming effect on me during this entire period. She made a mistake by provoking me and now, I will claim what does belong to me. Whether she likes it or not.

Hearing my words, she stopped struggling in my arms. She was peeping in my eyes with so many emotions dancing in them, which was unfamiliar to her to understand and known to me, but I was witnessing it after so much time that it made me doubt my eyes. Her struggling hands now perfectly rested on my shoulder.

“I am not anyone’s property.” She told me calmly, melting in my arms. She will get that very soon and I know how to make her realize it. She will say that to me. I, Arius Accardo, promised myself to make this girl, sitting in my lap, fall so crazily in love with me that she willingly walks on a destructive path for me. I will transform this angel into the literal meaning of darkness inside out. I slid my one hand behind her neck and brought her close to mine.

“Absolutely not, but remember one thing. The only man who can touch you is me and I will make sure of that.” I mumbled it on her lips, touching her delicate plumes every time at every word. Her heart beats were loud enough to fade songs buzzing in the club.

When her lips parted a bit, I lost control of my last fiber and couldn’t stop kissing her roughly. She jerked and held my shirt in her grips tightly. Her lips hardened for a second, but the next thing she did made my mind explode with unknown hunger.

I never felt this much craving to feel someone. Hell, she made me feel what a craving for someone feels like. She tilted her head and started kissing me with increasing passion and pressure. Every second passing makes us lose in kisses, making us reach the new heights of pleasure and dive into new depths of addiction.

Her grip on my shirt loosened making my grip on her waist tighten by fear of breaking of heaven which I can feel only with her, but she started roaming her hands from my hairs, pulling me at her with her both hands by multiplying the daze I feel a second ago as it was just a scratch of the surface. Her fingertips were pressing the scalp of me, showing the flood of emotions she was suppressed in her, and now I made her break that.

I pressed her bottom to feel her more than I could, which made her gasp loudly in my mouth. I found an opportunity to sneak in and I took it without failing. I adjusted her legs around my waist, wanting to take her right here, right now. Her hands traveled down my neck, holding me closer to her as possible as she could.

It was amazing, not an astonishing feeling for her. We both were pulling each other as much as we were able to. Every stroke broke out the series of moans from her mouth and as it was, every moan was louder than before, making me kiss her harder, rougher and with greater intensity than before. I made my delicate Elena a moaning mess. I couldn’t stop moaning. I wasn’t intending to make her stop it; I am willing to hear it for the rest of my life.

I had to break a kiss to let her take a breath, to kiss her more often than I planned to do. We both were sucking enormous lumps of air in every possible way we could, still holding each other with the same tight grip. Heaving on each other’s chest. Huffed breathing at each other were roaring in our ears, making me proud of myself.

It felt difficult to open our eyes after experiencing the unbelievable heights of pleasure, making me want to taste the feeling of falling from it with her for the whole day and night, trapping her below me. I am looking forward to it. I pecked her again, as it was impossible for me to restrain myself anymore. She chucked at me.

“My fiocco din eve (snowflake)” I looked at her, up heading my rested forehead on her. She closed her eyes again and fell on my shoulder, loosening her whole body. Her steady breathing told me that my fiocco din eve is sleeping peacefully.