Chapter 44 I Am Thirsty For You (2) | 19

Max felt her mind going mush at the sensation, his hot tongue flicking the tip, swirling around it, grazing his teeth with great expertise. He suckled like a newborn babe, making her gasp as familiar heat pooled in her stomach.

Rif-Riftan she gasped, hands unconsciously reaching out to grasp his head, uncertain whether pushing him closer or the opposite would cease the fire inside.

Dont say you dont want it.

Say it

. Say you want me.

He demanded callously, staring at her with a gaze full of ardor that seemed to devour her. She felt her heart skip a beat under his intense orbs.

I, I

Let me fill you up, he continued, sounding as if he was purring at her, Let me feel the warmth of your insides. I am like a man in a desert, dying of thirst. Im thirsty for you.

The desperation in his tone wasnt forgotten as he dove in for her lips once more, and her arms wounded automatically around his neck, as they both fell onto bed in a heap of tangled limbs and scattered clothes.

Shame, excitement, fear, and ecstasy swept through her heart. Max was buried under sheets that surrounded her, making her feel as if she was floating up in clouds as she hazily accepted his lips.

He pulled out her hairpin, undoing her hair that she elaborately put up, her locks cascading down her face like waterfalls. When that was done, he moved down and pulled her skirt off of her.

When the cool air brushed against her flushed, vulnerable body, she felt her come back to her senses and began to sit up.

First, first we have to wash up she excused, but he stopped her from sitting up further, and pushed her back down.

So you can fall asleep again? Not a chance.

He cut her off any further excuse with another searing kiss and grabbed one of her peaks, his palms causing trembling sensations. The wet, soft lump of flesh was being squeezed, as he continued kneading the plump peaks.

Ill wash you later so he tells her as he continues to mold her body to his specifications.

She couldnt help but go along with it, following every sensation as she turned putty before his very eyes. She gasped in pleasure, limbs struggling to take a hold of the sheets as she tried to anchor herself to reality.

He didnt stop his ministrations, relentlessly pulling and twisting the sensitive nub of her paks as she keened. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling something new making way into her gut as the heat intensified all the more.

Fee, feels. wei, weird she murmured

She was flailing harder than usual but she couldnt care less to feel embarrassed of how she writhed beneath him.

Riftan moved his other hand, stroking her behind her ear, cradling her face, placing himself between her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. He hovered over her, his body dwarfing her petite frame, his hips moved closer to her nether regions, before his clothed member rubbed against her entrance.

Not right, something was missing.

I feel like I cant breathe.

With his free hand, he swiftly untied his pants and kissed her again, pulling his pants down to his ankles and pushing them off. Their tongues gently entangled around each other as they kissed, battling for dominance.

Max lost herself in the burning passion as the tip of his raw member rubbed against her already wet entrance ready for him. Unconsciously, her legs widened, making his descent a little easier as he pushed himself inside in one slow thrust, fully sheathing himself in her.

She writhed at the sensation. Her nails dug into his flesh, forming half moons as she clung to him. Riftans body felt tense as he entered her. He let out a groan as he felt her warmth clamp from all sides around him.

Damn dont