Charlotte trembled before him. Daniel made her feel safe and cherished.
“I love you,” he rasped, hands tightening around her breasts.
Her breath stalled in her throat. His palms enveloped her ample flesh in a perfect fit, as if that part of her body was made just for that very purpose. He squeezed her breasts, gently at first, and then it seemed he couldn’t help showing her how much power he had over her. Her skin felt feverish. He burned her outside in.
Daniel licked her lips while he plucked her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with his fingers.
The wicked sensation made her want to melt in an instant. Pleasure thrummed from her nipples straight to her core, making her pussy even wetter.
Daniel pushed her on her back, his eyes never leaving her. “I want to taste every inch of you.” He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Charlotte instinctively clawed his shoulders and writhed. God. The pleasure. So damnably good. He sucked her hard, trapping her sensitive bud between his tongue and the roof his mouth. Daniel circled his tongue over the peak of her nub. Every nerve in her body jolted alive as brimstones of lust consumed her from the inside out.
“Daniel!”
“Hmm?” he replied like a lazy cat. His pupils had turned golden, luminous. His tongue suddenly felt rough, like sandpaper.
Her breath halted in her chest. Was he going to transform?
He kept licking her skin then took the untouched nipple into his mouth. She arched in pleasure, and her head whipped back. Her voice froze in her throat. She gazed at the ceiling, but she could see the colors of ecstasy painted before her in vivid details.
With a contented growl, Daniel let go of her nipple. He sniffed her, buried his face in her cleavage and inhaled her scent by the lungful. “Sweet Charlotte.” Daniel groped her thighs. Then her pussy.
She was embarrassed that Daniel knew she was wet. So very wet.
Yet Daniel seemed to be delighted when he found her like that. “Sit on my lap. I want to see all of you.”
Giddy, Charlotte obediently did what he asked. Daniel sank himself on the bed and she climbed on to his lap. It felt strange to be naked like this while he was still fully clothed. His bulging erection pressed against her bare sex. He was hard. Untamed. She wondered if he was as excited as she was.
Daniel’s gaze burned on her skin. He ran both hands from her shoulders to her thighs. “You have such lovely skin. Do you see anything when I touch you like this?”
Do I see? Oh, he means if I’m able to see the premonition or weird stuff.
“I…” She shook her head. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It seems your overly-sensitive stimuli reception must have been dulled by continuous body contact.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means, my dear, we have to do this more often if you want to live a normal life.”
Charlotte snickered. “Ain’t that convenient?”
He only purred like a contented cat. With a swift motion, he pushed Charlotte onto the bed. She squealed. He climbed on top of her, wedging her body between his powerful thighs.
He kissed her lips. Her chin. A fluttery kiss on her eyelids. The shell of her ears. Her neck. Her breasts.
She gasped when he sucked her nipple again. She grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails into his expensive designer suit. She didn’t care if she ruined it. Her heart danced in a wild tribal beat. The pleasure was so exquisite.
He ran his hand along the juncture of her thighs, touching her wet pussy. He stroked her curls, feeling her wet folds. He let out a noise of delight as he played with her slickness. Daniel rubbed her clitoris then rolled it between his fingers with such tenderness. The wanton aches intensified. Her pussy contracted.
She bit her lip, closing her eyes. She didn’t see any vision at all, as if the power of her third eye had been shut temporarily. She only could see what she wanted to see. Feel what she wanted to feel at this moment, like a normal person should. And at this moment, Charlotte could only feel pleasure, see pleasure. Before long, molten ecstasy surged through her at a dizzying speed.
He let go of her nipple. She opened her eyes. Their gazes collided.
He touched her entrance, the source of her frustrating aches. “Does it still hurt?”
Charlotte shook her head.