BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 445: Unbreathable {2}

Chapter 445: Unbreathable {2}

EMMA

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I never thought I would be back in the same private jet. When Dace kidnapped me and brought me back to Juneau. It seemed like a distant memory now, I can’t believe it’s been two months and a half. And that period was either hell or death. This is surely hell because no one gets to be as handsome and menacing as this.

Against all my morals it took everything in me not to jump at him right now. The tight dark brown shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up to show his corded arms, the grip on the iPad he scrolled through it. I have never wanted an iPad so badly.

His thick hard cock is prominent in his pants but Dace can be less bothered, but it surely isn’t unnoticeable, is he hard because of me? That thought alone was enough to snap something inside of me. As desire flooded through me, my heart skipped beats like I was running a marathon when I remained rooted to my seat.

"Your drink, sir" The stewardess walked beside Dace and turned a glass of champagne for him and I caught how her eyes drifted to his pants, clearly how endowed he was, the desire in his eyes too. The strong urge to blind her eyes was so intense that I had to grip the armrest to keep from doing so. I inhaled sharply with every breath.

Suddenly the bottle she held cracked and the wine spilled, I blinked away from it.

This caught the attention of Dace as he looked at the spilled champagne on the fur rug.

"I’m so sorry, sir! I will get this cleaned up" she rushed out.

"That was one of my favorite champagne Emma," he says looking back at the iPad but the faint smile on his lips told me he knew what I did.

"My powers are coming back and out of control"

"Just don’t crash the plane"

"Shouldn’t you..." I cleared my throat trying to look anywhere else but I couldn’t help it. "Take care of that?"

He arched an eyebrow when he saw where my hand pointed briefly. "Why should I? When the cause of it is right in front of me?"

I blushed and the stewardess came back to clean the rug, going down on her knees too close to my liking as she cleaned.

The smirk on Dace’s lips remained as he dropped the iPad on the table beside him and leaned further on his seat. Only the sound of her desperate scrubbing could be heard and when she angled closer to his parted thighs I saw red.

"Leave it!" I snarled.

She faces me with a frown. "But I have to get it clean or I will lose my job"

"It’s just spilled wine"

"My job is important," she said, going back to her cleaning.

"You heard her," Dace said, keeping his eyes on me.

"But sir I-"

"Leave"

"O-Of course, sir" She rose to her feet and was about to leave. "One more thing" he finally looked over to her and all of a sudden his gaze was hardened and emotionless as the rest of him, unlike the way he looked at me either. "Speak to her like that again, you will lose your job" he dismissed her, and I shouldn’t get satisfaction from her hurtful looks but it was hard not to.

She left in a hurry leaving Dace and I alone once again.

"Better?"

I ignored him and looked out the porthole. Hoping this moment will disappear.

"Won’t you help with my problem? Should I call the stewardess back here?"

I snapped my gaze back to him and he sighed in relief. "Better... because I want those eyes on me all the time"

I inhaled sharply, trying to stay rooted in my position and mentally convince myself not to fall for his tricks, not to give in. But each time I stared into those golden orbs of his, I rethought everything to the point my brain couldn’t function anymore.

With a last grip, I rose to my feet and a spark found his gaze, the way he looked at me, like I was a dream come true. A tight sensation came to my chest and I turned on my heels and left.

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I dropped down on the bed, my heart hammering against my chest, this feeling is indescribable and I don’t know how to deal with it. The strong urge to go back to him but I shut my eyes close to flush the feeling away.

Please go away, please go away! I chant. But it was like a wordless spell that wouldn’t work.

I turned to my back until I faced the ceiling, my chest rising and falling uncontrollably, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, his eyes, his scent. Everything that belonged to Dace Devereaux was like a can of desires ready to unleash every sinful pleasure you could ever think of.

My finger circled my chest, my nipples were hard and I couldn’t tell if it was cold or not. Slowly I dragged my hand down my body and trailed them on my thighs. I closed my eyes, picturing it as not as mine but Dace’s calloused hands running up and down my thighs, teasing me and working me up.

I parted my legs and my hand trailed further and I rubbed against myself, the silky wetness below caused a moan to vibrate in my chest. I bit my lip as I worked myself further, using my other hand to run through my hair as the pleasure overrides my body. I slid a finger into my core and started the pace with ease, the pleasure building and I was unable to control the moans.

It feels so good but it’s missing something, I don’t know what, I just let the pleasure guide through me, the echoing sound of my finger aggressively working its way into my milky core. I pant as I hit the right spot and before I knew I was screaming a release.

"Dace!"

My head slammed against the pillow and I shuddered, panting as I leaned against the bed feeling weak and heavy-eyed. I turned to my side and green eyes looked back at me, my sweating features, the fast rise and fall of my chest. Whatever I was trying to get rid of came once again and suddenly I wanted the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of me, the mere thought of it was enough to set me in thick waves.

This was gonna be a long flight.