It's Your Turn To Cry and Beg, Dear Uncle
Chapter 40: Uncontrollable Desire

Chapter 40: Uncontrollable Desire

"Good morning, Sweetheart."

Lying stunned on the hospital bed, Kyra stared at the man in front of her as though he were some kind of alien. Her brain had suddenly ceased to function properly, overwhelmed by the constant stimulation of her senses.

Her lips still felt hot and wet from the man’s earlier assault. James’s aggressiveness was clearly etched on the young woman’s lips that were currently swollen from his nips and sucks. In addtion to this were their still-mingling breaths, their chests rising and falling between running out of oxygen and lingering desire.

Meanwhile, Kyra had clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest as if to shield herself while it acted as a barrier separating her from James. After all, his current position would allow him to easily pin her down beneath him.

James smiled when he noticed his woman gazing at him with teary eyes, her blue irises wide and innocent. Her flushed cheeks were so inviting that they reignited the fire simmering within him.

With a chuckle, he leaned closer to her ear and asked, "Aren’t you going to return my greeting?"

His breath brushed against her skin, making Kyra flinch to the side and exposing the curve of her neck. His gaze immediately darkened with desire. In the end, the man couldn’t resist savoring her as he trailed his tongue along her skin, stopping at the delicate spot behind her ear where he pressed a gentle kiss.

A shiver ran through Kyra’s body at his touch. She tried to pull away, but his strong arms held her firmly in place, imprisoning her within his embrace.

Kyra tried to pry his hands away, but James didn’t budge. Instead, he cupped her left cheek and kissed her again.

The burning, wet sensation of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, drawing a soft moan from her lips. As she felt a knot formed in her stomach, her body stiffened instantly. Her grip on his wrist tightened as a result.

"Ah... W-Wait. Stop, what are you doing?" Kyra stammered. Her voice weak as she bit her bottom lip in the next moment in an attempt to suppress the mounting pleasure spreading through her body.

The sensation blurred her head and all she wanted was to moan aloud, run her fingers through his hair, and pull him closer against her. Yet this very desire burned her with overwhelming embarrassment. After all, this was the first time she’d ever found herself in such an intimate position with a man.

"Ah..." Another moan finally escaped her lips, but she quickly muffled it against the man’s broad shoulder. Her hands clutched at his shirt as she cried out, "I said wait!!"

James finally released her. He leaned back slightly but still stayed dangerously close. His breaths were ragged, his hands clutching the sheets tightly, and his gaze was like that of a ravenous beast, sending shivers down Kyra’s spine.

"What is it?" He sounded hoarse, filled with barely restrained desire. Even though he had stopped, James’s fingers continued to torment Kyra, brushing lightly against her face in a teasing gesture. His gentle touches only made her all the more flustered.

"I-It’s just... I only wiped my body today because of the f-fever and w-wounds... so please don’t do... that."

Kyra’s face turned bright red. She lowered her head, avoiding James’s piercing gaze. She was completely at a loss for words, pausing at the end of her sentence as she struggled to phrase what he was doing.

But it seemed the idea of stopping had never crossed James’s mind. After listening to her, he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze once again. Leaning in, he whispered seductively against her parted lips.

"No need to worry. It just means I’ll be able to savor your natural scent more clearly and taste you more deeply."

As soon as his words ended, his lips captured hers again, and his tongue invaded her mouth, initiating another round of fervent, tangled kisses. Kyra’s body instantly tensed, her breath hitched, and her hands instinctively grasped James’s wrists. The kiss was hot and demanding, making her senses quiver and her body tremble in response.

"Breathe, you fool..." James murmured softly before kissing her again. But Kyra struggled to match his rhythm, eventually surrendering entirely to him. Her lips were left a mess—wet with his saliva and swollen from his nibbles, which he soothed with gentle licks next.

Then, just as Kyra felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen, James trailed light kisses down her lips, along her chin, and across her neck, stopping only when he reached her upper chest.

In that instant, Kyra snapped out of her daze, but it was too late. She felt James’s lips on the curve of her breasts. When he nipped and sucked at her skin, Kyra instinctively turned her face away with her eyes shut tight, and her hands clutching the edge of the pillow. At the same time, James’s hand grasped one of her breasts firmly.

Kyra’s senses were ablaze, flooding her with overwhelming pleasure. And before she could catch her breath, another wave of ecstasy crashed over her as James took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a newborn baby.

"U-Uncle..." Kyra moaned with a voice so enchanting it felt like a torturous seduction for his already strained arousal. His bulge felt suffocated beneath the layers of his pants and boxers. The man let out a lustful groan before pulling away.

He looked down at the woman beneath him, his hands still massaging her breasts.

"Uncle?" he growled in displeasure as he squeezed her harder as though he was punishing her.

Kyra couldn’t hold back her gasp, forcing her to cover her mouth with her hand. Her eyes widened as she stared at James. But he only smirked mischievously.

In her panic, Kyra had unintentionally called James "uncle." Perhaps she was too flustered by his aggressive demeanor, her courage to call him by his name replaced by a respectful term, as if she were begging for mercy.

But instead of letting her go, James shifted his attention to her now-hardened nipples.

"Ah... D-Don’t..." Kyra felt utterly embarrassed, unable to resist the strange sensations coursing through her.

She was torn between feelings of discomfort and pleasure, but she couldn’t deny that the ecstasy was like heaven for her who was experiencing this for the first time.

James smirked, planting a soft kiss on Kyra’s lips before saying, "Your mouth says no, but your body says otherwise."

He leaned in to tease her ear, his whisper tickling her, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Then, he nibbled gently on her earlobe.

Kyra instinctively tilted her head back. Her body appeared to be sensitive and responded well to his touch. Her breathing quickened once more.

"I’m asking, Kyra. Does this feel good?"

As he asked, his hands continued to pleasure the woman beneath him. The sensation shot through her like lightning, overwhelming her senses and making every nerve in her body tense. The pleasure completely obliterated her ability to think clearly, leaving her focused solely on his touch, his breath, and the way he savored her.

Finally, Kyra surrendered to her desires and replied, "Yes... it feels good..."

Her hands moved to touch the man above her. Unknowingly, her fingers landed on his broad chest. James’s body immediately tensed at her delicate touch, her soft fingers utterly intoxicating. Her caress felt like it was tracing his muscles.

"Lower..." he demanded.

"Huh...?" Kyra, dazed and overwhelmed, glanced at him in confusion. The man grabbed her wrist and kissed it before guiding her hand to his stomach.

Kyra’s face turned bright red when she felt his defined abs under the cover of his shirt. His muscles were firm, and tightening even more as her hand began tracing the lines of his abdomen. James groaned with restrained pleasure.

He immediately vented it again on Kyra’s tiny lips that were already swollen.

"Lower, sweetheart," he demanded once more, and Kyra obeyed. She gave him a slight nod before her hands slipped lower until they passed the man’s belt.

For some reason, ever since he opened his heart to Kyra, the young woman appeared different in his eyes. Her innocence that once felt normal, now seemed tempting. Meanwhile, her submissive expressions stirred something dark within him—just like now.

"Ugh ..." The veins on his hands and temples began to bulge because he was holding back his lust so hard, until finally Kyra’s tiny hands touched hers.

"Ugh..."

Veins pulsed visibly on his hands and temples as he struggled to suppress his exploding desire, until Kyra’s small hand finally arrived down there.

Still in daze, Kyra just stared confusedly at the strange bulge between James’ legs. Then, she watched as James guided her hand to rub him, gentle yet rapid, going up and down, feeling his growing bulge in all its glory.

Eventually, Kyra who kept her eyes on it became curious and moved on her own. Her palm cupped his bulge and squeezed it, drowning every nerve in his body in unbearable pleasure.

That was when the man lost his patience and upped his speed. Kyra followed his movement well until suddenly the man shuddered and buckled down. At that moment, Kyra felt something wet seeping through the man’s pants.

However, before Kyra could register what just happened, James had already captured her lips for another round of passionate kiss. Yet, before he could serve her further, a scream thundered inside the room.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

James jerked back abruptly as Kyra’s eyes snapped open. Her mind clearing in an instant. In the next moment, the couple turned toward the door simultaneously, only to find a group of people frozen in place.

Valeria covered her mouth in utter shock, while Harvey and Orlando stood with their jaws hanging open. On the other hand, Anthony and Oliver stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Their best friend was pinning his niece down on a hospital bed.