Aaaaah.
Juliette's eyes swept closed at the touch of her guardian's lips, and after all these years of loving him in secret, the realization that Gaël was finally kissing her for real—-
Oh my God!
The craziest thoughts exploded in her mind as his lips pressed against hers.
Was there some kind of statistical data available about the number of human girls whose first kisses came from Caros?
Were there more first kisses from Caros compared to, say, first kisses from fellow humans or other preter races?
What were the chances of a Caro accidentally biting a human girl while kissing because of—-
"Stop thinking," Gaël ordered.
Oops!
She opened her mouth to apologize, but the moment she did, Juliette felt something deliciously forbidden dart past her lips, and oh...oh...oh!
Was that her guardian's tongue?
The sensation disappeared just as quickly as it began, but that only made the ever-so-brief foray of his tongue inside of her mouth feel a thousand times hotter and sweeter. She wanted to beg for more, but his lips had already started nibbling hers, and her brain melted anew.
Her guardian was so, so good at this!
She couldn't get enough of how firm and smooth his lips were, and how lovely and hot they tasted at the same time. Every cell of her body was tingling with the way his lips played over hers, and just when she thought it couldn't get any better—-
"Let me in, Juliette. I want to taste your mouth."
His tone was lazy and beguiling, and the sound was infinitely intoxicating. This was Gaël speaking to her as a woman, finally, and the realization had Juliette craving to give him anything and everything he wanted.
Her lips parted open yet again, but this time, Gaël didn't take immediate advantage. Instead, his tongue dove oh-so-slowly into her mouth—-
Oh...my.
As Gaël had always been cold and harsh, she had imagined, foolishly perhaps, that his manner of making love would reflect this. She had wondered, perhaps even worried just bit that she would be too inexperienced to appreciate his touch if he were the type to be hard and rough, maybe even brutally fast, but oh...
This was the very opposite of all those things, with the way he absolutely took his time exploring every inch of her mouth. Every stroke of his tongue was so agonizingly languid, that by the time she felt his tongue slide invitingly against her own, it was all she could do not to cry—-
Oh, Gaël!
Her guardian finally stared sucking on her tongue, and it was the hottest and most wondrous thing ever. She had read about how good this felt, and she had often fantasized about how good it would feel, but this...
This reality was just so impossibly hot, it had Juliette arching up with a sob, and she heard him chuckle as her arms curled around his neck.
"Your turn, my darling." Gaël was only teasing his ward with the invitation, but instead of shying away, Juliette caught him off guard by doing exactly as he asked, and white-hot need blazed through his blood at the way his sweet, beautiful ward was suddenly sucking on his tongue.
As expected, his ward was no expert, but oh, the way she sucked on his tongue so eagerly—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
If he didn't put a stop to this, he would no longer be able to control himself—-
Why?
Juliette cried out in surprised protest when Gaël was suddenly standing a few feet away from the bed, and she was left all alone as she sat up and stared at him in dazed confusion while her body still trembled with need.
"What's wrong?"
The sheer innocence of his ward's question nearly had him groaning. She obviously didn't know how close she had been to being fucked out of her mind, and even now, he could barely think straight with the way Juliette was making no attempt to hide how swollen her lovely breasts were under her nightgown or how fast and hard her heart was pounding against her chest—-
God, how he wanted her!
And right now, it was fucking clear that she wanted him just as badly. The air in the room was now rich with the scent of her arousal, which was exquisitely musky and delectable all on its own. It was also a scent that promised heaven and hell...because what he would do next could be the biggest mistake of his life.
Now or never, Bellecourt.
If he did not end this insanity here and now, then there would be no turning back.
But if he were to pull back, what then?
He tried to imagine what it would be like for another man to kiss his ward the way he had, to taste her the way he had, and the mere thought made Gaël violent.
No.
Fuck no!
Juliette was his ward.
Juliette was his.
He could not in good conscience trust her deflowering to just any man...and so wouldn't it be his responsibility as her guardian to take care of it himself?