《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 102 - It Hurts... In Here..!
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They shared an intense look for the time being as if they only had themselves in their bottomless eyes. Esme blinked nervously as she saw the flash of lust in those red volcanic eyes which were burning her body subconsciously.
Just a moment, she was going to give up herself in this unreasonable fighting play, her mind reflected his earlier behavior that seemed disrespectful to her dignity. Thus her anger quickly took back the sovereignty before letting out a low growl,
" Get away from me. Your meaningless threats doesn't work on me. I'm not going to show up with you downstairs. If you are so desperate to bring a companion with you, take Miss Vanessa with you. She will be far more happy to be obedient by you. Your unscrupulous behaviour disgusts me. "
At the moment, those triggering words left from her mouth, the beast finally came out from his shell. Within no time, she was pinned down on the bed harshly before finding a figure hovering on her body.
Esme screamed out loudly at his impulsive action before gazing through his burning eyes that had ready to cut off her slippy tongue. She gulped down a mouthful saliva as she faced his wrath face.
She knew his bad tempter well and solemnly regretted for angering him too much. She shouldn't have mentioned Vanessa's name. If he really wished to have other companion, he would have accepted Vanessa as his concubine like other perverted Kings. Moreover she was way too cold to him at the beginning days of their marriage life.
His hoarse and shaking tone echoed in her ears scaring her messy heart,
" What.. what do you say? I disgust you..Say it once again.."
He shouted in rage reverberating the whole room,
" I DARE YOU TO SAY AGAIN ESME! "
Esme jolted all over her body before pursuing her thin lips. No matter how courageous she was, under his burning gaze, nothing seemed to come out from her tongue. Thus she could only provide him a silent glares.
Just like an another hungry beast, he attacked on her pinky lips all of sudden before pounding it vigorously. Esme quivered slightly although she didn't expect that but still started feeling intoxicated under his powerful kissing skill.
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She whimpered as he felt his tongue diving into the depth of her tongue stealing all her sweetness inside.
How did the situation turn out like this intimate?
From their collided skins, she could sense his heating figure that was burning over her like a stove in arousal or rage who knows!
His kissed so fiercely until her vision turned blurry and her stomach started lacking oxygen. She protested softly to break this kiss and heard his overbearing reply leaving her lips,
" Tell me now, do I still disgust you?"
Esme was feeling drowsy as her heavy eyelids struggled to meet his demanding eyes that were stuck onto her face. Swallowing down her bitter feelings, she chose to ignore his question before pleading softly,
" Aaron.. Get down and don't annoy me anymore."
The man's expression darkened more as he heard her answer and clenched his teeth together. Swimming down into her lower body, he entered into her last layer of cloth without any prior warning. Esme gasped softly at the coldness of his touch as she glared at his harshly.
As she wanted to push away his sinful hand and intended to curse him, her lips only spoke out a low moan. He was already rubbing over her clit skillfully that turned on her desire.
She could only let out an abrupt warning,
" You.... you..."
He asked challenging her words,
" I... what?"
Esme's breathing turned rapid and unsteady as she gave him a cold glare whimpering softly. Aaron's expression remained unfazed and calm as he asked leaning down to her heated face seductively,
" Tell me, do I still disgust you when I do this to you? "
His rubbing continued very smoothly as her feet squeezed together in more demand. Esme could only breathe barely and mutter,
" You... you.. are.. so.. hateful.. aah.."
His index finger entered into her lady part swiftly as soon as her stubborn words escaped through her lips. Esme's back arched up in pleasure before letting out a loud moan. She scolded out harshly but her tone wasn't carrying absolute denial,
" Aaah.. Stop.. this.."
She breathed heavily as her eyes were squeezed shut. Aaron smirked in satisfaction and whispered daringly,
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" Now answer me, do I still disgust you when I do this to you... or this??"
He finished his words as the pace of his finger worked faster than before until she had turned wet drastically.
Esme groaned in desperate need and pleasure while asked hoarsely,
" What.. what do you want..? "
She was aware that her body was carving for more and more. Even she was scared that if his slow torture continued like this, she would end up asking more shamelessly. But she wasn't a girl to give up easily when he clearly angered her earlier. So it was best to fulfil his request rather than begging to please her enthusiastically.
Aaron smiled contentedly and asked gazing at her aroused expression firmly,
" Take back your words and come down with me like a good wife. You hear me?"
Esme glared back at him fuming in rage and arousal before contemplating for a while. Judging by his determined face, she knew that he wouldn't give up unless she compromised. It was better to go down with him rather than tortured by him for a few hours now.
Thus looking away from his face, she blurted out reluctantly,
" A.. All.. r.. right.."
Aaron smiled half before diving his head into her collarbone and asked sensually,
" Now say that I don't disgust you.."
Esme's heart beated so fast that she could hear it clearly. She gasped softly as his cold lips suckled her moisty skin like a delicious candy but was very careful of leaving no marks. Perhaps he already knew that she would give up at the end. Thus he was cautious of his fondling her as she needed to be appeared in front of the guests after a while.
Compiling his sucking and rubbing skill, he was driving her crazy eventually. Thus she admitted abruptly,
" Y...You... don't.. mmhh.. disgust... me.. Now.. stop.. I.. I.. need to.. mmmh...get ready.. damn it.."
The man paused in his actions instantly suppressing his hunger ot devouring her now as he didn't wish to make her appearing uncomfortable in front of the guests.
His finger slipped out from her lady part swiftly as she let out a low gasp of dissatisfaction. Aaron smirked at her dissatisfied expression before leaning down beside her hears speaking in a teasing tone,
" Tsk.. we don't have enough time wifey.. or else I surely wouldn't have let you go.."
Esme responded sneering although her cheeks started blushing,
" Who wants you! Get away.."
Aaron chuckled lightly finding it amusing to see her intelligence of hiding truth.But the next moment, his expression turned unexpectedly serious and somehow hurt.
Exhaling a long restless breathe, he adjusted his own forehead on her once and gazed deeply through her hazel eyes. His momentum seemed nervous and frightened as if he was deeply cautious of his every single behaviour towards her.
Esme blinked awkwardly not understanding his action and heard his breathless whisper,
" Don't..don't ever say that.. I disgust you.. Esme.. please..."
Esme was a little taken back at his words and asked back curiously,
" Why???"
Exhaling another series of hot breathing on her perturbed face, he slowly reached to grab her right palm that was fisted into the bedsheet.
Unlocking her loosening fist, he stretched out her scrunched fingers gently before caressing them sensually as if it was her most precious part of her body.
Esme observed his movements blankly before feeling her hand had been dragging over his firm chest slowly.
Not knowing what to say, she saw him placing her palm on his left chest over his heart side. Her eyes involuntarily looked up questioning his sweet gesture.
Their nose tip brushed against each others gently exchanging each others abrupt breathing subconsciously. The distance between their lips were too close that she involuntarily examined his lips.
She heard his emotional hurts in disbelief,
" It hurts deeply in here, belive me."
Esme's face sank before looking down on her palm blankly that was placed on his heart. Her heart clenched into a tight fist and a teardrop fell down from the corner of her eyes silently.
She didn't know why was she crying. Was it because she hurt his feelings or was she hurt because she hurt him unknowingly?
Her emotions was too chaotic as she cried silently until she started choking.
Her truthful words escaped through her lips unwittingly and sounded abrupt,
" I.. don't disgust you... I.. I really can't.. do it... even if I want... belive me.. I.. was just mad.."
Before her words could be finished, a pair of soft lips sealed her sobbing tongue this time sweetly.
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