Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 113: R 18+ --- Good girl
Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk.
Nicholas held both of Luciana’s hands above her head and continued to kiss her with wild passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every nook and cranny, sucking and nibbling on her sweet lips that tasted like aged fine wine that he was getting drunk on.
Luciana, on the other hand, was going crazy with the need that was rising in her body. Why was he only kissing her and not touching her?
Mind you, it wasn’t because she wasn’t enjoying the kiss. No, no, that was far from it because whatever he was doing with his tongue in her mouth as they exchanged their saliva was already making her feel weak in the knees.
But she wanted more. Oh gods, she wanted his hands on her skin, touching her and making her feel good. She also wanted to touch him and feel his hard, muscled chest and scorching hot skin underneath her fingers.
When they finally broke away from the kiss, panting hard and their saliva forming a thin silvery line between them, she knew she couldn’t wait anymore. So she said out loud what she wanted him to do to her, even though she was embarrassed to death.
"Nick, I want you to touch me."
She blushed fiercely when he looked at her in confusion as if he didn’t understand her, but she knew he was messing with her, seeing the mischief underneath that seductive gaze of his.
"Like this?" Nicholas asked, touching her in a teasing manner with her clothes on. He touched her hesitantly as if he wasn’t sure what she was talking about.
"No... My clothes... Take them off; I want your hands on my skin," she said breathlessly, letting out pants in between.
"Really, Love... Are you sure?" Nicholas asked in feigned hesitation. Looking at her with a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Because if you get naked right here in front of me, I can’t promise the beast within me can be tamed."
"Alright, just take it off already; I can handle it," Luciana said impatiently. She could only go with his teasing and taunts for now since he was the one in charge. She could tell that even though there was overflowing lust in his eyes, he was in control of his emotions, unlike her.
"Your wish is my command," he said, just as he pulled on the ribbon holding her long-sleeved jacket together, and it came loose. In the next moment, her coat was gone, followed by her inner shirt. Luciana’s upper body was now in a small, flat chest covering made of silk, which held her breasts in place with ties around the neck and waist.
His hands began to move over her body, massaging her shoulders at a slow pace and bringing his hands behind her back. In the next second, he pulled on the strings behind her neck and back and moved away the covering, freeing her breasts. Her two mounds, with their hardened nipples, were laid bare before his eyes.
"You are so beautiful, Luciana. So perfect, my wildflower," he said huskily and then latched his lips onto one breast and began to suck on it. Luciana let out a moan upon the contact of his mouth on her breasts.
All she could do was lean her head back against the wall and push her chest forward to give him more access.
She felt dizzy as feelings of intense pleasure ripped through her body with his warm mouth and sweet tongue working on her breasts and making her let out soft moans.
His other hand was also massaging her other breast and giving it equal attention as he brought her to the brink of intense pleasure.
They both looked scandalous, lost in lust and pleasure, as his large hands held her petite frame in his hands with her back arched and her lower body pressed onto his groin to feel his bulge.
She began to rub herself against Nicholas as he continued to eat her breast, interchanging between the both of them hungrily as if it were the most delicious thing ever.
After some time, he began to go lower and lower, trailing kisses on the pace between her breasts and stomach until he reached her belly button.
He licked and sucked on it, eliciting another moan to rip out of her lips as her body moved and swayed on her feet. Seeing her predicament, he held her hips in place with both of his hands on each side.
The sound of her waistband being pulled out faintly echoed through the room, and he began to pull down her skirt.
The large skirt was pooled around her feet, and she stared at him in a daze.
She snapped out of her daze, stepped out of her skirt, and looked down at him through her fluttering lashes. She saw him on his knees before her as he looked up at her with such an intense gaze she felt her heart do a somersault.
Could someone look so handsome? His hair looked messy with a few scattered wet strands, which might have been caused by the sweat on his forehead.
Some unruly strands were almost entering his eyes, but it couldn’t take away his charm; it rather made him look dangerous and wild, like a sexy rebel, with his darkened gaze sending wild shivers down her spine.
Her breath hitched when he began to graze his thumb over the skin on her inner thighs with deliberate strokes and tugged on the edges of her underwear. Luciana realized she only had on her little linen underwear.
She bit down on her lips to prevent the moan that wanted to tear out of her throat when his fingers brushed on her clit teasingly over her damp underwear, which was already soaked with her juices and badly needed his attention.
In a leisurely manner, as if he had all the time in the world, he slowly tugged on her linen underwear and pulled it down her legs with his fingers "mistakenly," making contact with her clit and making her clamp her legs together instinctively for more friction.
She was burning up with how torturously slow he was acting. When she thought he would take forever to take off the underwear and wanted to let out a groan of frustration, she finally felt his fingers back on her skin as his fingers roamed all over, caressing her body with expertise, leaving an unquenchable thirst in their wake.
His hands moved over her hips, kneading her butt and squeezing the skin between massages and caresses, effectively lighting up a fire within her again and making her let out a moan at his expert fingers.
Oh, this was torture; she wanted him. She wanted him to touch her on that spot. That spot that was begging for his attention and urgently needed his touch.
"Nick..." she uttered his name with such plea and need after waiting for an eternity for him to desperately touch that spot.
"Hmm?" he responded to her call, with a seductive tinge in his husky voice.
"Touch me," Luciana embarrassedly choked out. She realized that if she did not say it, this petty big devil was going to torture her to death. So she could only forget about her pride and embarrassment and just give him what he wanted.
"But I’m already touching you, Wildflower," he chuckled darkly. Trying to get on her last nerves.
"Touch me there; don’t tease and torture me anymore," she said frustratedly, unable to hide her impatience. Nicholas chuckled again, his grin widening due to her obvious desperation. But he knew he couldn’t tease her any longer and obeyed.
His hands parted her legs wider, and he looked at her damp folds.
’Oh gods, why the hell was she so damn responsive? His wildflower was just so mesmerizing and so gorgeous.’
He leaned in, took a whiff of her scent, and inhaled deeply.
"You smell delicious, wildflower," he whispered hoarsely. His hot breath caressed her sensitive skin and sent sweet shivers down her spine. She bit on her lips to prevent the gasp that wanted to escape her mouth. Luciana felt as if she had never seen a scene as beautiful as the one before her.
"No love, I don’t want you to bite your lips. I want to hear just how much you love my touch; I want to hear my name on those beautiful lips of yours and the sounds you make to tell me just how much you like what I’m doing."
Luciana released her lower lip from her teeth and stared down at him, their gazes locked onto each other.
"Good girl," he praised, making Luciana’s face become as red as a tomato.
