Chapter 7 Sins And Passion

• Chapter 7
• Sins and passion
• Laura's POV
• I leaned in and crushed my lips on Miles again, biting his lower lips to succumb to my lip touch.
• I kissed him back with that fire of his, and in no time, our kiss was a battle of tongues; his hand raked to my hair as he pulled me closer to himself, kissing me.
• He lifted me and headed to a chamber in the office at the far end, and I shut the door as we got in.
• He dropped me down and stared at me, I smiled and filled the remaining gap.
• I opened his shirt, ran a veiny finger across his chest, leaned forward, and then placed a kiss in the center of his chest.
• His resistance shattered and he pulled me into his arms.
• "Laura." He groaned and crushed his lips to mine.
• I tasted of fire and passion and memory. My lips greeted his eagerly, my hunger matched his sudden own. My mouth opened beneath his, and my tongue plundered his.
• I yanked his shirt open and pushed it over my shoulders. He pulled me harder against him, the soft fabric of my dress nothing more than a whisper between the heat of my body and his. My breasts molded against his chest, and he knew he was lost forever. And did not care.
• He ran my hands over my neck and down the curve of my buttocks, cupping them in my hands and pressing me closer against himself. His hips ground against mine; his arousal hard and hot and aching. He gathered the fabric of my gown and pulled it up until he could slide his hands over the smooth flesh of the backs of my thighs. He shifted quickly, drew my lips from here, and in one well-practiced move, pulled my gown over her head and tossed it aside.
• "Ohh my." I sighed.
• He pulled me hard against himself, and my lips once more claimed his. My naked breasts crushed against my bare chest, the redhead tips of my nipples pressing hard against him. My hands roamed over the derriere. Her hands trailed down to my side, her touch light and precise as if I wanted to explore, as always, every inch of me, but I was kinda hesitant and unsure today.
• My hands reached the silk of my trousers and skimmed over the fabric to caress my buttocks.
• Abruptly, he stepped away.
• Arnette drew a deep shuddering breath. "Miles —"
• "Do be quiet, for once, Laura. I wish to look at you.
• As I have not done before. As I have always wished to do.
• "I have no wish to be inspected."
• I laughed and took her hands. "Nor have I any desire to inspect." His gaze moved from me to the long column of my throat and lower. "Only to worship." My body caught the light of the lamp; since I had turned off the main light earlier, it glowed like a painting by an artist. An angel comes to earth. Mu's breasts were full and full even after giving and suckling two kids, her waist narrow, her hips broad and inviting. I was exactly as he had pictured me in the quiet hours of my dreams, the dreams that had filled the years since he had married and known her by touch.
• "Well?" I shifted from foot to foot as if distinctly uncomfortable. "Have you seen enough then?"
• "Never," He murmured and released her hands.
• I stepped closer and cupped my breasts, then lowered his mouth to my nipple. He ran his tongue lightly over the tip, and I gasped. His tongue trailed around my nipple, and it tightened and puckered at his touch. He drew it into his mouth and suckled, and I felt my stomach tighten against him. He turned his attention to the other breast and feasted on it until my breath came short and shallow.
• He dropped to his knees, clasped me closer to himself, and nuzzled his mouth against the soft flesh of my stomach. Tasting and teasing until my fingers tightened on my shoulders, and she moaned. He ran his hands along the back of my thighs and my calves and caressed my ankles. And then slowly, so slowly, I felt myself hold my breath, drew his hands up between my legs to the soft flesh of my inner thighs and the curls at the juncture of my legs. He nudged my legs apart with one hand and lightly cupped my mound with the other. I sucked in a deep sharp breath. I was hot and moist against his hand, and his fingers explored the soft, slick folds of flesh...He found the hard sensitive spot of my pleasure and caressed it. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he held me tight and stroked me until I felt the tension building up within me. And my arousal throbbed between my legs.
• Without warning he rose, scooped me into his arms, and laid me on the bed. My eyes were glazed with passion, and I could do no more than moan like a freak.
• He shrugged out of his trousers, then joined me on the bed to kneel between my legs. He spread my legs apart roughly and lowered his mouth to taste her. I gasped and arched upward.
• He knows how much I love it. His tongue caressed me and teased me until I writhed in pleasure. The taste of me, the scent of me, aroused him until he knew he could take no more and knew as well I tottered on the brink of release.
• He shifted to straddle me, braced me with one arm, and guided my aching member into me.
• "Miles." I sighed and wrapped my arms around him.
• He entered me gently and gasped at the intense sensation of my wet heat surrounding me, enveloping me. She is slick with desire, and I resisted the urge to hurry. With a deliberate stroke, he buried himself inside of me until he was fully consumed by me. He lay there for a long moment savouring the feel of being one with me.
• At last, he slid back until he had nearly withdrawn, then pushed forward again, a measure, even designed to heighten my pleasure and his. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my hips up to meet him. The tension built inexorably within me and urged him faster. His pace increased. The feel of my body around him spurred him on. He thrust harder and faster, and I met him with an urgency of my own. I whimpered and gripped my shoulders, and he buried his head in my neck. I climbed harder and faster towards release, but not without him.
• My cried and labored breathing meshed with his and to be honest, I no longer knew whose was whose. And when he thought I could restrain his urgency no longer, I called out his name and dug my nails hard into his shoulders, and my body exploded beneath me in waves that washed through him and into my very soul. His release came hot and intense and convulsed my body as if it would tear me apart, and for a moment, I knew without question I would die in his arms without regrets, not like I have had.
• ****
• After the sweet moments of a sexual encounter with Miles, I lay on the bed panting and smiling widely and fulfilled by the intimacy we just had.
• Miles slipped out of bed after a moment of regaining control over his breath and stepped out to the balcony to enjoy the cool evening breeze; after a while, I flapped the blankets off my body and walked nakedly to his side, joining him to stare out to the horizon.
• In as much as the cool breeze soothes my feelings at this moment, I couldn't help but feel uneasy beside him.
• I decided to bring up the topic that I knew would have suddenly become a thorn in Miles's flesh because I kept on asking him, and it had suddenly become a reoccurring question in our day-to-day journey, but the funniest part is I care less about the fact.
• "Miles, when are you planning on making me your new mate?"
• Miles ignored me, pretending he didn't hear me speak the first time; instead,d, he kept on staring at the horizon and the beautiful sky.
• "Miles, don't try to pretend you didn't hear what I said the first time?" I sighed tired.
• I know I am at least now on his flesh, considering the look he is giving me; I am a disturbance to the peace he is having in his life.
• "And remind me, my lady, what was it you asked me?" He questioned still feigning ignorance.
• "I asked you when you plan on making me your mate?" I answered him.
• "That, Laura, I thought I told you to forget about this and don't question me again."
• "Why? Why should I forget about this? Tell me?" I fired flaring up.
• "Can't you see, Laura, that I am not interested in having a mate now? Do I need to spill this out for you before you understand me uhh," Miles turned to me.
• "Ohh you are not ready to take a mate but you are ready to spend the rest of your life fucking my pretty cunt and I have to play the patient and quiet girl while I watch you fuck the other she-wolves and numerous ladies that flock around the bar in the name of being there for a drink?" I shouted to his face.
• "What did you just say?" He dared me to repeat the accusations I leveled against him.
• "What is with the surprising look? You think I won't know you spend your time when I am not with you sleeping with numerous ladies and she wolves uhh, are they did one good and better to be your mate? What do they offer you that I don't? I give you my body and my everything and you can't make me your mate?" I barked.
• "I have heard enough of your nonsense this evening, Laura; get out of my office now." He pointed towards the door ordering me out.
• "Are you seriously doing this? Chasing me out of your office because I pointed out your errors to your face?" I asked unbelievable.
• "LEAVE MY OFFICE NOW. I won't repeat it, Laura, and if you make me do it, you are going to hate me for the rest of your life." He seethed staring right into my face.
• I walk out feeling angry and rejected. In as much as Miles is into me, and I am also into him so badly that I want him all for myself, I fear that I might be the object of sexual gratification and nothing else serious.
• I Love Miles, and that was the only reason I betrayed my friend. I didn't want to start regretting doing it, because Miles had been behaving strangely towards me ever since the incident. Now that Mimilia is not here and our relationship is free and open, I still feel scared that I would lose him to someone else as my best friend did to me.
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• Za
• nesville: Miles beta walked into his office.
• "Alpha miles, you have a visitor seeking your presence." He said.