BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 82: Let’s Play A Game

Chapter 82: Let’s Play A Game

"Get on the bed" he inclined close and my breath seemed to cease. "Or should I help out with that?" I noticed as his pupils dilated when he said those words and several thoughts swirled in my head.

I reddened deeper than I have ever had, and swiftly pulled away. "I-I-I can do that myself"

I twirled and I heard him snicker, he grabbed my waist again, causing my back to brush against his hard frame, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

"You look so cute when you blush," he said to my ears and his warm breath bathed upon them. "It brings out your freckles" he adds in a more gravelly tone and I found myself chafing my knees together to reduce the feeling I suddenly had down there, my body cluttered with shivers, a warm quiver to be exact because all I could feel was heat like my body was on the blaze.

I tried to move once again because I couldn’t stop my heart from pulsating so fast, he was making me really nervous and the enthusiastic feeling I felt was quite overwhelming and yet Dace didn’t let me go, he once again hauled me to his body and I was grazed once again gaining a moan from me, much louder.

"Dace"

"My name from your lips does things to me" he subsisted on my hair and I closed my eyes when he did, I saw sparks in the dusk and I seemed to flood in them, allowing myself to drown more in-depth, taking it all in, his closeness, his warmth, his warm puff. Having no idea my body was already moving, the moment I felt my back against the bed I flickered my eyes open and gaped upon him, with his eyes flimsier than ever, even with my dim lighted lamp on my nightstand, wasn’t enough to match his eyes.

I subconsciously tautened my grip on my sheets, for the look he gave me was quite perilous and yet so inviting, the way he looked at me like I was a piece he was trying to calculate and at the same time, gobble. I shivered.

"Shall we get you ready for bed?" he spoke and I found myself shivering once again.

"B-Bed" I mumbled like an idiot.

A tantalizing smile found his lips. "I know how wet you’re, Emma"

I froze when his hand found my knees and yanked my legs apart, earning a gasp from me.

He crawled over to the top of me, not breaking glances with me, and for a point, he looked so much like a lion prowling towards me with that hungry look in his eyes, unwavering and jostling my planet like a tremor, my heart beat smashing like the fastest drum ever, I just stayed still like a wall watching him like I was about being battered, only that I wanted it, no matter how absurd it was, I hungered for something and it scared me, what was he doing to me?

"Your sweet arousal" his breath scrubbed upon me. "Can’t sleep with that, can you?"

"I-I-I" I stuttered for the words I would use and he tilts his head to the side, watching me with a side smirk that was merely hot, why was he so fucking beautiful?

He leaned down to me, and I closed my eyes, patiently waiting for his lips to meet mine, I was keen and I wanted to taste him and kiss fervor itself.

But my lips went apart slightly when I felt his burning kiss at the side of my neck, prolonged and profound like I was burnt with iron like I was marked there like I was scarred, it felt like he was scorching me! With flames! But this was just a kiss.

I tautened on my breath and twinkled my eyes open but I was propelled to close them back when he resumed his advancements, giving deep kisses to my skin. I couldn’t help it as a rackety moan eluded me.

"Shhh," he coated, his eyes locking on mine. "Wouldn’t want your aunt interrupting us"

How does he expect me to not make a sound?

"Let’s play a game"

"A-A game?" I stammered so bad that I mentally cussed myself for it, but I just couldn’t stop my breath from racing so bad.

"Yes, baby," he said, pulling some lax strand of my hair behind my ear. "You make a sound and I bite you,"

Bite me?

"And I should warn you, baby girl, my bite is not something you should welcome" his eyes shaded and highlighted at the same time. "You’re intolerant to pain" he added like a reminder, and also like a warning, like what he was about to do, was not accommodating.

I blushed deeper, not just because he knew that piece of me, but because of how curious I was about his bite. I was silly to think of such because I knew exactly how much pain I hate, and yet why was I thinking, welcoming it?

"If you do not make a sound... then I will reward you with kisses and..." he stroked me at my thighs and I jolted, why was his hand so hot? I think my panties are entirely dampened right now, the amount of wetness right now seemed like I peed myself, I couldn’t be more embarrassed!

He shut his eyes and I noticed his body ridge. "I haven’t even started yet..." he said, opening his eyes. "And you’re. So. Wet. For me" the next was a growl, deep and silent but it shocked my world.

My body shuddered than ever, and I couldn’t keep the thoughts in my head silent, and the itching expectation that pierced my body would be the demise of me, this handsome werelion will be the cessation of me and also be the scourge of every pleasure I was about to partake with him.

His eyes said it all, and I found some worth of bravery that washed upon me, saying words I could hardly believe I could muster up.

"L-Lets play"