BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 64: Lion’s Den {3}

Chapter 64: Lion’s Den {3}

I hummed, my chest rising and falling with every turn and movement of his sublime lips on mine, each time we kissed it felt like sparks were flying within my body ready to explode, and the tension I felt between my legs became unbearable, I always found it hard to stay on track whenever I’m near him, let alone when he kisses me like a hot flame was kissing my entire body and his body heat rubbing against me.

"If we continue like this, you won’t study," he says breathlessly, resting his forehead on mine and drawing on his breath like he was in a marathon and his muscles flexing like he was straining himself.

"I don’t want us to stop" I murmured, going on my tiptoes for another kiss, I pressed my lips on his, my hands placed on his rock-hard chest, and I felt it vibrates from my fingers, it sounded like a growl, I didn’t know much about kissing for Dace has always taken the initiative. I was clumsy and somewhat clueless as I allowed my lips to roam against his, I felt his lips spread in a smile, was I doing it wrong?

"Why did you stop?" he seemed intrigued.

"W-Was it bad?"

"No baby" he mused, settling his hands on my waist, rubbing against it. "You were perfect"

A faint smile found my lips and then spread broadly. "O-Okay"

"Don’t tempt me any further, as much as I would want this to continue, I want you to pass your exams. Now go upstairs I will be right there"

"I-I thought we would stay here"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Never mind" I quickly picked up my bag, I noticed it was on the floor when we kissed and then a deep growl chimed behind me and I was up on my feet facing Dace with wide eyes.

"Fuck!" he retorted.

Was something wrong? I couldn’t get my answer, as Dace gazed upon like I was some meal, it both frightened and made me wetter.

"It’s gonna be really hard with your arousal filling my brain," he remarks and I blushed so hard that my cheeks burned from it.

"Go"

I nodded like a child, turning on my heels and going up, I could feel his stare burning on me, but I was too shaky to turn because I had a feeling something might happen if I did.

Just when I made a turn after the little line of stairs I was in his spacious bathroom, seeing the white fur that covered most of his floor I was forced to take off my boots and let my feet feel the texture of the rug, it felt so good that I almost moaned from it.

His bathroom was quite lavish just like his living room downstairs. The wall was yet another wall of glass just where his bed faced. The thought of waking up to this wonderful view made me envy his room. Everything was in place and spotless just like the rest of the house. I was a mess when it came to my room but this...was quite interesting, I think I have to discipline myself in keeping my room in order.

I walked to his table set just at the glass wall, where his computer and desktop were on top on display, exactly in order, with the screen turned on and the plain pattern background on display, and then my eyes traveled to the white set of chair and a mini table, that seemed more comfortable to sit on. I walked toward it and helped myself to the seat, and the view before setting my book in place. This was so relaxing, and the entire room smelt like him, mouth-watering and drowning me in every time I took a breath of the place.

"Feeling comfortable?"

I whirled as Dace stalked toward me with a smile on his lips, I noticed he held a silver tray with some refreshments. His jacket was off so he was left in just his white shirt tight against his body. I tried to resist gawking for too long without realizing he had already made his way to me, settling the tray on the table and taking a seat beside me.

"Y-Your room is beautiful" I finally found my voice.

"Thank you, Emma," he mused.

"Is Emilia around?"

"Yeah she is, but don’t worry about her, no one will interrupt us"

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I think Dace might be a professor if he wants to, he took his time putting me through all the subjects I had difficulties in and his explanation made it easier to understand, he took deep concentration in breaking down everything for me. I couldn’t resist how hot he looked solving some equations with his perfect handwriting. I focused more on watching him as his mouth moves to speak and sometimes running his finger in his curly dark hair, bouncing by just the touch of it causing some curls to drop against his forehead in a one-line notion.

He looked like a painting I couldn’t help but admire right now, by being fascinated by which or how it was created, it makes me wonder if God created him too, if werelions were part of the creation, or did they have their own god?

"If you keep staring, I might not be able to control myself further, Emma"

My gaze locked on his hazels that were suddenly lighter than usual, was he controlling himself all this time?

"I understand most of the subjects now"

He made a hmm sound. "Is that so..."

"Yes," I licked my dry lips. "You make it easier... to... to understand"

"Then you’re lucky to have me as a teacher" he leans toward me still pinning me with his gaze.

"Yes, very lucky" I leaned close and our faces were inches apart. "...to have you tutor me" I added in a faint tone.

His hand moved to my lap, his bare hands gently touching my skin made me sigh.

"I haven’t seen you in a skirt before, have I told you that?"

"N-No" I stammered, unable to resist his hand trailing me. "D-Does it look bad on me?"

I think I must have blinked for a second because now, he was on top of me.

"Baby wearing this, you just added more fuel to the fire"

I opened my mouth to speak but he was quick.

"Prepare to get burned by it"

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