Chapter 38 Her Ace

CHAPTER 38 Her Ace

HE’S WALKING FORWARD and pushing me to the door, tightening my grasp, but not too tightly.

“What are you doing?!” I still managed to struggle despite everything.

His eyes were beyond wild now. I don’t know how to stop him when I feel his hot breath on my cheek.

“God, I missed you so much, sweetie,” he softly said. There was a taunting edge to his voice and a shiver of a golden light race down my spine.

“Rence . . .”

I swallow his breathy sighs. It was too late before I could even struggle.

His lips covered mine, and the world seemed to disappear around us. I can feel myself tremble. My heart was beating like it was going to explode any moment.

His fingers were tangling in my long chocolate hair; his body presses mine. He locked me behind the door, and my only companion was his big chest.

He kissed me very eagerly, passionately, and burning. I can’t count how many times my back hit the door because he pulled up my hip, and he pushed back again.

When his forehead touches mine, I find myself wanting more. My heart immediately rebelled because of its rapid cessation.

He sighed sharply, seemingly holding back what he was supposed to do. His gaze dropped to me as we both chased each other. As I stare into his deep endless black eyes, I know I’ve fallen for him as deep as his pitiless black eyes.

“Margaux . . .”

His voice is a little gravelly with the hint of honeyed. Damn, he called my name sexily. I felt even weaker and more anxious to lose myself.

Before I make a protest, Lawrence turns me to the door, and his hand slides down my waist roughly, without a trace of humanity.

He quickly took off the dress I was wearing and freely caressed his hand there. I clung tightly while my two palms pressed against the door. He cups my cheeks from behind, touching my ears with a deep voice.

“I got it . . .” he whispered in a husky voice.

My two cheeks blushed when I realized what he meant. And his fingers are already travelling down inside my panty, and I pull it down easily until his fingers tease my clit.

I couldn’t help but moan. My lips parted with the sensation he brought to me. He makes me feel possessed and somehow intensely erotic. An instant lust exploded inside me, and I am breathing hard.

He was burying his face on my neck, where he plants a kiss. “I badly wanted you, Margaux,” he said in a low, sexy sound.

“You have no idea of the decisions I have to make just to be with you,” he enunciates.

Even if I want to speak, I can’t do it because what he says does not register in my mind. My brain is busy with what he does to me.

He slid his fingers inside me. He bit me hard on the lips because of what he did. Heat radiates through my body, and I am panting, moans in a low, sexy sound.

My sex clenches around his fingers. I feel the weakness of my two knees, and the door is not enough to hold, so I have no choice but to lean on his wide chest.

In the next second, he turned me around and pushed me against the door. No word came out of me—not even one. Now I’m breathing his warm breath, and my fingers curl around his T-shirt.

“Once . . .” I whisper.

His hand held my waist while the other snags up my hips. It became a way for me to hold on to his clothes more.

He lowers his head and whisper. “I’m not going to make love to you, nor going to fuck you. Because I’m going to own you . . . completely.” His voice was rummaging all my veins in my body.

I felt my heart was about to leap out from my throat. I tried to open my mouth, but he moves his head closer and kiss me passionately and demanding.

I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening and slicing past my lips. He seems like an expert on how to play inside my mouth. He also freely licked my chest, at the same time crawling delicate kisses on my neck.

He shoved me up to the door without my approval and wrapped my legs around his waist arrogantly. I felt his hard and huge manhood putting in my entrance.

I looked up as I bit my lip hard. I was struggling to find sanity despite everything. But I almost shook my knee the next time he did. His cock presses between my legs and all my cravings and temptation fill my senses.

He entered me and buried himself proudly. I couldn’t help but hug his wide shoulder, and because of that, he gained more strength.

Like what he says, he owns me, and I am drowning. I desperately want to find the top, but my pleasure weighs me down when he pushes hard, and I sore the most satisfying pain that makes me quiver uncontrollably.

“Ah!” I said in my convulsive tone.

I bang my head to my left and right, back and forth, with every thrust of his swelling cock.

I feel his hands cup my backside tenderly. He paused for a moment and violently let out a heavy breath in my neck.

“D*mn,” he said under his breath.

He stopped his movement and didn’t make any mistakes. But I’m in the middle of my orgasm, so I pushed myself down and pounded hard. I hugged him very tightly and moved my hips with all my might.

“Ah, d*mn it!” he said in sharp intonation. He stopped me from moving while he’s holding me too tightly. My body protests, but his big and strong hand didn’t let me move an inch.

I felt my back to the door, and he lifted me effortlessly as we remained in that position.

Everything is a blur to me now. Nothing is running through my mind right now, but only this moment between us. And here I go again, losing myself control, seems to have forgotten what I was fighting for.

While I was still looking for myself, he seemed to be in a hurry because of his quick ascent into the darkroom. He slowly laid my back on the soft, warm bed, pulling himself out gently. I could not help but be ashamed of myself because of the hip lift caused by the protest.

He smiled cockily and left me a hot, dizzy kiss before he drew away.

He has already begun to take off the rest of his veil. I bite down my lips, watching him doing it in front of my very own eyes. He was sexy, hot, and genuinely the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known.

Darkness does not prevent me from seeing how beautiful his gorgeous body looks. I let out a deep sigh.

D*mn it. He’s totally splendidly, magnificently hot, Margaux!

He is already kneeling in front of me, completely naked. I swallowed, still not ready to see him like this.

Then he moved closer to me, trying to undress me like a precious child, and I am giving him the power to do that. He has no difficulty removing the last veil I have.