The Mask Of The Monster - Chapter 99

(From Ella’s Perspective)

It was harder to let go than I thought. Even though it was supposed to be temporary, I felt like I would not be able to see him ever again. I did not want to let go of the hand holding me, but I knew I should. My conscience was telling me to do so.

Leandro rubbed his face against my stomach. It gave me sudden chills from the inside. My fingers automatically were touching his silky black hair. I was always fascinated by how black his hair was. It was darker than coal it seemed.

He suddenly got and hovered above me. His dark brown eyes were filled with something unknown.

“Can we kiss one last time before parting?” he asked.

“… Yeah,” I muttered, but even before I could say anything else, he captured my lips hungrily. It had been almost a month since we last kissed. Perhaps that was the reason I could feel the kiss even more than usual. Every kiss we shared was very addictive. I suppressed my need every day because I did not want to be too easy. I did not want to give my heart and body so easily, but it seemed like I was losing in my own game.

The touch of his lips almost blinded me. It was so alluring and pleasurable that I found myself losing in it.

He bit on my lip for me to part my lips so he could stick his tongue inside my mouth. But I was faster. Before he could do it, my tongue made its way inside his mouth, pulling him for an even more passionate kiss. His eyes shot open in surprise, but then he smirked in the kiss, placing his hand under my head and pulling my head up with both of us ravaging each other’s mouths as if trying to see who would win.

“The door…,” I gasped as his lips left mine for a short while.

“I closed it,” he said breathlessly before kissing me again.

I found his hand on my breast suddenly. I gasped, but before I could protest, he kissed me more deeply.

“You know I have a dirty mind…,” he muttered, kissing my neck.

“You always… huh… are pervert-ish…”

“I remember telling you there is no word like pervert-ish,” he said. “You didn’t learn. That’s why I should kiss you a bit more as a punishment.”

“You’re just looking for… uh, excuses…,” I panted.

He pinched my nipple painfully and my hips rose on their own. “Don’t make too much noise. Your dad is downstairs,” he said.

If he had not told me, I would not know at all. I had completely forgotten that we were at my dad’s place and in my new room. All this time, we were in the cave. There was no other person there and we did not have to care about making noise.

“Leandro…”

“Don’t talk… Just for a moment,” he said. “Let me touch you for a moment.”

I did not hate it when he touched me, rather I felt very hot from the inside. It was as if something was stirring my insides, taking me to a different height of pleasure.

He kissed all the places on my neck, biting and nibbling on the way. I held onto the bedsheet tightly with my hands and bit onto my lips not to make any noise.

I was wearing one of his shirts. I liked to wear his clothes more than mine. Perhaps it was because they were his. I liked his masculine deep scent. I liked it since the beginning and it was the first thing that attracted me, especially when he pressed me against the rock wall in the cave when we first met.

He unbuttoned the shirt. I did not stop him, just looked at him, watching him eyeing me with desire burning me in his dark eyes.

As soon as all the buttons were undone, he helped me take the shirt off and threw it on the other side of the bed. He kissed all the exposed parts of my front while his hands kept touching me wherever he could.

Every brush of his hand on my skin felt like he was drawing yet another picture. His skilled fingertips made me gasp for air every often.

Along with the pleasure came another thought. How many women did he touch like this that he was so skilled? I did not like him being with another woman. The mere thought angered me. I did not know I was this jealous before.

But as long as I was the only one he would touch like from now on, it was fine. I wished I was the first woman he would have touched, but for now, I could be satisfied with being the last.

“Mm…,” I moaned as he kissed on my navel. He swirled his tongue over the place and I could not help but close my eyes in pleasure.

“Seems like you like this place,” he muttered.

“Haa… You’re teasing me…”

“Am I?”

“Hmm… Leandro… I feel strange,” I mumbled.

“Where?”

“E-Everywhere…”

“Everywhere? But if you don’t tell me precisely, how will I know?”

“My heart…, inside my stomach… and down there…”

“You know why I like you more? It’s because you’re so honest,” he said and kissed my fingertips, “about every single thing. I like it a lot.”

He unhooked my bra taking his hand behind me and threw it aside as well. The cold air of the room fell on my naked breasts. I quickly his them with my hands, but he had other plans without letting me escape.

He held my hands and spread them on my sides, revealing my naked front in front of him. I looked away as I felt his burning gaze on my private parts.

“You’re blushing fiercely, little El,” he whispered and licked my ear. “It makes me want to do bad things to you more.”

“You’re really a pervert…”

“Of course, I am,” he chuckled. “Or what kind of person would want to give someone food in exchange for kisses?”

So, he was aware of how mischievous he was. He definitely tricked me that time and managed to kiss me. But then again, if he did not do it back then, perhaps our situation would not have been like this. It was true that his kisses also influenced my feelings for him. And I liked the way things were now.

While his hands kept palming my breast, he took the nipple of the other one in his mouth. His hot mouth felt even hotter on my nipple than the time we kissed.

“Uh…”

“I like you. I like you a lot,” he muttered. “Come back to me quickly.”

He bit on my nipple and swirled his tongue over it again as if to subside the pain. Oddly enough, it felt very good, more than I thought it would.

This time, I felt more excited than all other times. My downer part was twitching and I could not help but want something.

“I want to do something…,”

“Huh?”

“I want to touch you more,” he said. “It might feel a bit different. But can you bear with me?”

“Different? What kind of different?”

“Will you let me?” he asked.

“A-Alright,” I mumbled. I kind of could guess what he was thinking. Obviously, it was because of my dirty mind.

He touched the button of my jeans and undid it quickly. I knew he was going to do it. But even so, I was kind of surprised.

Unzipping the chain, he pulled it down completely and threw it away. He had the habit to throw away clothes after undressing as if he was in a hurry and could not wait to waste a single moment. Though I was thinking if being that impatient was possible, I still had to admit that he looked very hot while doing so.

“You’re wet,” he muttered, looking down.

“Stop being lewd…”

“Lewd? I think it’s you who is being lewd right now,” he said. “You’re the one wet under my touch.”

“And you’re the one hard without even me touching you,” I smirked. “Lol, you’re the one lost…”

“You really can say stuff,” he chuckled. “But I am not in the mood to joke.”

The moment he tried to touch me over my panty, I held his hand and stopped him. He looked at me with questioning eyes. But I did not want to be touched first.

“Let me touch you first,” I said.

“What?” he asked. I did not know which look his eyes held- shocked or surprised. But whatever it was, it was quite amusing.

“I want to touch you first,” I repeated. “I want to make you feel good first.”

[Hot scene coming up, readers! Beware and prepare medicines for the shortage of breath, lol. Since they are parting, a hot scene is a must, right? For the sake of our perverted souls]