Ryan's POV
Worrying when she suddenly walked inside the bathroom and asking her to calm down, when it was I who needed to be calm. By blood was boiling letting that b*stard run away.
But focus Ryan! You need to be strong to handle her. She needs you. Not as a demon slayer but as a comforting.. Friend!.. Love...uhmm crush... What the heck do we even call ourselves. This confusion was eating my head...I ran to the shower in the next room.
The hot water cascading down, soothing my tensed muscles helping me relax. Coming out I applied my musk elixir and draped a towel around. Stepping out I realised I forgot my clothes.
I headed to my room to take my clothes only to find Riley standing there. She looked so angelic with that white dress and the let down hair. But I pretended to go search my clothes.
POV end
Seeing him a sudden pang of emotions rose in me. I wanted him. There was a bittersweet feeling and my head was feeling slight dizzy with it. As he turned around to go, I hugged him tight. The familiar musk fragrance hit my nostrils and I felt peace. It was the most safest and happiest to be, in his arms. Those chiselled arms coiling around me, holding me dear!
I looked at him licking his dried lips and seeing that I bit my lower lip and parted my lips. Taking the queue he sealed his lips with mine in a slow, gentle kiss. Softly enjoying the time, exploring my lips. The kiss was driving me crazy in a good way and I felt butterflies in my stomach. We parted for breath but our foreheads were still aligned, feeling each others breath.
I moved my hand down on his towel knot, and as the reflex goes, he caught my hand saying, " You will drop the towel, girl!".
Girl?! What does he think of me huh! Giving the naughtiest expression I can, I stand high on my toes to whisper in his ear, "Are you afraid to show me whats in there boy?" And I wink at him.
I turn around and he embraced me from behind, bending down and whispering back into my ear, " Let me show you love what all I can do with the thing in there ". And I could feel his smirk forming.
I loosened his grip and ran towards the bed. He ran behind me to catch up on me. I was teasing him dancing on the bed knowing full well his movements were restricted due to his towel. Least did I know he would take me down by surprise. When I was busy pulling faces, he gave a cocky smile and pulled the bed sheet towards him. I lost my balance, landed on my butt and got pulled towards him.
Argghh... Sexy son of b*tch.
Ryan's POV
Who did she call a boy? Am about to show show her how much of a man I was. I pulled the covers down and she slid below me easily. With her body trapped below me and those beautiful eyes staring at me, I began tickling her on the sides and she began giggling and curling in a ball to hide the sensitive areas.
When she started getting bit teary from excessive laughing, I stopped and adored her smile for a moment. Then her pink lips caught my attention. I could keep kissing those lips all my life and never be tired of it.
My lips crashed onto hers, claiming her mine. I sucked on her lower lip till it was a bit swollen. Her hands were in my hair, forcing me to deepen the kiss. With ease I slid my tongue inside and our tongues played a fiery duel and we both parted to gasp for breath.
Her hot air fanning my chest turned me on. I kissed again and then from the corner of her mouth, I traced the kisses down her neck and buried myself in it. I could smell her good. Just when I sucked slowly on her soft spot, a moan escaped her lips.
It was spiking my testosterone high.
POV end.
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but i wanted the steamy scene in one flow. Hence, will place it completely in the next chapter.
Both of them are turned on as hell! Stay glued and watch what happens next!
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