Symphony of Desire [Mature] ✔️

Symphony of Desire

Symphony of Desire

After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she doesn't own—nor recognize. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped, because she thought he was a perverted hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls.

It turns out that "Pervert Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things—a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide.

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"What are you—"

"Doing?" he said, cutting her off and continued stepping towards her until they're a few centimetres away from each other. He looked on Vesper's blue eyes and as usual, was transfixed by them. His eyes trailed down to her nose and then down to her full, pink lips.

Vesper looked at him—his green eyes are raking her face as if she's an artwork. Something changed in his eyes when his gaze travelled down to her lips—something dark. She didn't even get the chance to protest his proximity to her for the next thing she knew was that their bodies were pressed together with his chest pressed against her breasts. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head upwards, and then his lips descended on hers. His mouth was moving expertly against hers, coaxing her to respond. She put her hands on his chest to push him back but his right hand caught both of her hands and pinned it above her head while his other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. She struggled against his hold but his grip was tight.

"Hmm, feisty as ever," Andray mumbled against her lips. He transferred his kisses to Vesper's jaw and then down to her neck. His lips were wreaking havoc on her senses and his stubble was a pleasant friction against the soft skin of her neck, turning all of her sensible thoughts into mush.

"Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils—something woodsy, something citrusy—something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach.

He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw, and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. His tongue pushed at her teeth for entrance but she didn't comply. He smirked against her lips, taking the denial as a challenge. The hand that's resting at her waist moved down and hiked her dress up, caressing the smooth skin of her thigh. He bit on her bottom lip and that caused Vesper to moan in response, but her mouth remained closed.

Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She closed her eyes, giving in to his kisses. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her when he bit on her bottom lip. She knew that he's only doing it for entrance so she held her ground and kept her mouth closed. The wheels on her head started to turn when she felt his hand tracing a path up her leg.

Christ on a bike, this man's kisses are lethal.

She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. You're shaming the entire female population! a part of her mind chided. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers.

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This story is intended for a mature audience only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and et cetera are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual people, living or dead, events and/or et cetera are purely coincidental.

Also, the picture used on the cover does not belong to the author. All rights and credits go to the rightful owner.

© 2015, Khaleesi_Zheanae