The Mask Of The Monster - Chapter 83

(From Ella’s Perspective)

As soon as he said those words and I was trying to process everything, he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my lips on his with great force and desperation. This time, the kiss was far away from gentle- like a sudden tsunami as I struggled to keep up with it.

His lips left mine the moment he realized that I had completely run out of air. He started kissing my throat and slowly licked the place in a seductive way that I could not help but fall in love with the feeling.

“I guess I’ll just buy another shirt,” he said.

“Huh?” I asked, in a daze as his lips kept moving on the sensitive spot of my throat in a very sinful way.

He grabbed the front of the shirt and before I could understand anything, he yanked it with great force that the fabric got ripped into pieces with the buttons falling on the bed and the floor, making little noises that were hardly enough to drive me out of the daze.

“What did you…”

“Shhh. Just relax and try to feel it,” he whispered into my ear before I could protest.

“Your shirt…”

“You think I care about that stupid layer?” he grumbled and his lips traced downward. He started leaving small kisses on the exposed parts over my bra.

He rubbed the right side of my neck and I squirmed in a tingly sensation that coursed through my body starting from that place.

“This… is your sensitive spot,” he mumbled hoarsely. “And this,” he kissed the middle of my collarbone, “is one of my favorite places.”

His fingers slowly trailed on the skin of my shoulder, the tip of his nails causing me to tremble every moment.

“I’ll get late,” I mumbled.

“We have time,” he said and kissed on my cleavage. Suddenly I felt something wet swept on the place and I looked down to find him licking the gap that formed a deep line between my breasts.

“That’s…”

“Disgusting?” he asked.

“N-No. It just… feels weird.”

“Good weird, you mean,” he corrected as he kept kissing my breasts from over my bra and palming them. And I could not help but think that only his hands were perfect enough to caress them properly.

His fingers ran over the straps, very slowly as his kisses landed on my breasts like forbidden sins. He touched the hook on my back and with a sudden movement, he unhooked it. He threw it on the side of the bed quickly.

I felt shy all of a sudden and my hands subconsciously came to my front to brace myself. But his hands were quicker as he stopped me, holding my hands tightly, spreading to my sides and my naked breasts got into full view in front of him.

“Don’t,” he said in a commanding tone.

I did not unbraid my hair last night and now I was regretting the decision a lot. I could not even use my hair to cover myself from his devious eyes that seemed to roam over my front like a hungry beast. His eyes were dangerous, but I did not fear him knowing perfectly that this was my man and he would not do something wrong to me.

He touched the tip of one breast between his fingers and I gasped, feeling a slight hint of shyness along with a strange feeling.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered, observing my breasts like they were the only things that were in the world.

“Don’t look at them for too long,” I muttered, being a blushed mess.

“Are you shy?” he asked, smirking.

I nodded and he chuckled amusingly. Suddenly he pinched my nipple, causing me to raise my hips up in surprise. He kept his eyes on me as he palmed my breasts in both of his hands and I could not help but tremble at his touch, leaning into him like melted butter.

“You look even beautiful when I touch you and you squirm,” he whispered hoarsely. “Only I can touch you like this.”

“Y-Yes,” I said, more likely my throat made out the word itself as if possessed by his aura, his voice.

He caressed them in a very slow motion, squeezing them and running his thumb over the hardened nipples. His deep warm breath fell on my chest as he kept fondling them, making me go crazy slowly.

He did that for a very long time. A while ago I was worried about running out of time, but now, all I wanted was to be in his touch. And dear god, I even considered taking the day off if he kept doing it.

I was trying to hold back the moans that were way too eager to leave my mouth. I was embarrassed by the sounds of it and honestly, I did not like the sounds at all. It made me feel weird. I was biting on my tongue so hard to stop myself from moaning that I had a feeling that it would start bleeding at any moment.

“Stop biting your tongue,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. His eyes were burning with desire, hunger, and… danger.

I obeyed and released my tongue from between my teeth, feeling my tongue going numb from the place I bit. He kissed me once again and before I could breathe properly when he left my mouth, he captured my left nipple in his mouth, finally doing the thing that I had seen in my dream. But the feeling I had in my dream was not even half of what I was experiencing at the time.

The moment his warm mouth took my nipple in, all I could do was hold his hair tightly and try to regain my breath.

“Ah…,” I moaned and this time just as he said, I did not stop myself. I gripped his hair tightly, and my stomach felt empty all of a sudden with weird sensations inside.

His tongue swirled on the bud as his other hand kept palming my right breast, taking me on the verge of a rush of pleasure. And when he left the left nipple, it was swollen and wet, glistening. He took the other nipple in his mouth and his hand went to palm the breast he left just now.

“Oh… Leandro… Hmm…”

It was getting harder and harder for me not to lose my mind in the pleasure he was giving me. He was just doing this and I was feeling like it was the best thing anyone could do, but I knew that sex was even better than this. I wondered how I was going to feel that time. It would definitely be intense, much better than this. The thought made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He was truly causing me to lose my sanity.

I did not know how long it had been. All I could feel was him and to my surprise, suddenly I felt a wave of intense pleasure rising from my stomach. The sensation was too intense that I could not understand what to do, what to think. It was building stronger and stronger each second. I felt strange. I pushed him away from the chest and rested my head on his shoulder to relax so the feeling would pass away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice worried.

“Just give me a moment,” I mumbled.

He hugged me tightly that my bare breasts got pressed against his bare chest. The feeling was overwhelming, but I did not object. I needed the intense feeling to go away fully first.

It took me a while to get myself back. I took deep breaths and pulled back from him. He looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

“I just… It’s the first time anyone has done that. I was just overwhelmed a bit,” I said.

“You don’t have to say anything right now if you don’t want to. I’m always here to listen to you. Just come to me when you want to talk about it,” he said, seeing right through me.

“Thank you_ for being so considerate,” I mumbled, feeling touched in every way possible. This guy was giving me the feeling that I wanted to feel all my life. But then why…why was I confused?

“Now go get ready, or I might start to eat you up again,” he said and kissed me on the forehead.

I smiled, but the smile fed away quickly the moment I realized I was sitting on his bulge from over his shorts. I jumped down his lap quickly and wrapped the quilt around me. He started laughing, shaking his head and I could not help but admire his laugh even though I was embarrassed as hell.

It was clear now- I surely was losing my sanity.

[Just what do you think happened to Ella that she pushed him away? Is it because she felt the pleasure for the first time or something else? Let’s just leave it to your imagination for now.]